Chapter 2715: 2617.2518 45° Yield Way (Alliance Leader Jiangnan Chunjiang Shui Extra 2)

2617.2518 45° yield (Alliance Lord Jiangnan Spring River Water bonus chapter 2)

Two hours later, an ambulance with out-of-town license plates wailed as it drove into the congested stretch of Di Du.

Inside the vehicle, a boy under three years old was held in his mother's arms, the sound of oxygen hissing through the nasal catheter.

Earlier on the highway, the Mercedes had inched closer to Di Du, as if drawing near hope; though the woman was anxious, her emotions were still under control.

But once they entered Di Du, the ambulance's progress suddenly slowed. Amid the throng of traffic, it was like a helpless leaf.

It went from fast to slow, then quickly to a crawl; the ambulance driver sounded the alarm.

The accompanying doctor gazed at the sea of cars outside and sighed, "With this traffic, the time from here to 912 might be longer than the trip from our hometown to Di Du."

"Hope we don't hit a major jam." The nurse also looked troubled, "A year ago I escorted a transferred patient to Di Du Hospital, and we were stuck on the Third Ring Road for at least four hours. I watched helplessly as the patient's heart rate rose from 120 to 160. Luckily, we made it to the hospital with breath left, and he was probably saved."

Hearing the doctor and nurse, the woman's expression grew increasingly agitated. She stared blankly out the ambulance window at the endless line of cars inching forward. Occasionally, a delivery rider on an electric scooter weaved through the traffic.

At this moment, no matter how good the vehicle's performance, it could absolutely not outrun the delivery rider's motorcycle.

Watching the motorcycle disappear happily into the distance, the woman's anxiety intensified, and red veins began to spread rapidly across her eye sockets.

At this very moment, she wished she could grab her child and hop onto a motorcycle. The ambulance's current speed might not even beat walking, let alone the delivery rider's motorbike.

The piercing alarm rang, and the doctor on board opened the small window in front of the driver's cabin, asking, "Master Sun, can you move?"

"Look." The driver helplessly pointed ahead at the dense mass of vehicles, "Can we even go?"

The endless traffic jam stretched out of sight, a view that inspired despair.

The woman held her child, shifted her angle slightly, and also looked out the window. When she saw how far the line of cars extended ahead, tears spilled uncontrollably.

"Doctor, I'm getting out." The woman said.

"Getting out..." the accompanying doctor sighed, "If you walk to 912, you won't arrive until tomorrow morning."

"But that's better than being stuck!" The woman's voice was sharp, then suddenly trailed off on the last syllable.

"I've escorted patients to Du Du twice before; back then there weren't nearly as many cars." The driver's mood also sank a little, he sighed and continued, "It'll take three to four hours. I told you and your loved ones when you got on—be mentally prepared; it won't be that fast."

The woman held the child with her left hand, turned her face away to keep tears from falling onto her freshly bandaged wound.

It was just a scald from hot porridge—why did she faint? She didn't know. Watching the two lanes of traffic, her heart felt like it was being stabbed repeatedly by a knife, blood flowing like a river.

A few seconds later, the woman suddenly declared firmly, "I'm getting out."

"Useless, getting out won't help you walk." The doctor advised, "I'm not joking—this jam will last only a few hours; you simply can't make it to 912 on foot."

"I'll flag down a motorcycle; I can't just sit here waiting!" The woman had already begun moving toward the rear door.

Back home, she had held the child and boarded from here.

The doctor wrung his hands in anxiety; the woman had gone mad with worry, and no amount of pleading would help.

"Wait!" The driver's voice suddenly rang out, "Someone is making way!"

Making way? The woman pictured the endless line of cars in her mind—there was simply no gap for a vehicle to pass. Where could they make way to? They were just comforting themselves.

Maternal instinct drove her to protect the child fiercely; she had resolved that, no matter what, she would find a motorcycle to take herself and her child to 912 as fast as possible.

She didn't even bother to check the road conditions—such dense traffic made a gap impossible. The woman stood up, stubbornly walking toward the rear.

But just then, the ambulance lurched forward. The inertia jolted her, nearly making her fall.

"Sit down, be careful!" the doctor shouted immediately.

The nurse had been watching her, but made no attempt to grab her, because she didn't want to get scratched. At this point, the patient's family member was beyond reason, already in a state of frenzy.

As she swayed backward from the inertia, the nurse immediately seized her body to help steady her.

"Don't panic!" the doctor on board shouted loudly, "You can go! You can go!!"

His tone was excited; even though he often rode in ambulances, he had never seen such a situation before.

The woman stared, and through the two windows she could see private cars slowly moving backward.

Really moving forward?

Really moving forward!

She felt like a drowning person clutching a life ring—relieved to be saved, yet hardly daring to believe it.

Could what she had seen before all been an illusion?

The woman dazedly turned, carefully sat down, and inched forward bit by bit.

"Don't move, watch your step." The nurse advised from the side.

"Doctor, what's happening?" the woman asked in a hoarse voice.

"Really..." the doctor didn't know how to describe it, he remarked, merely his head blocked the small window completely, so he couldn't see what lay ahead.

"You let the patient's family take a look, don't really let them go with the child. If we leave but she stays behind, whose fault would it be?" the nurse complained.

"Oh oh." The doctor responded, yet couldn't bring himself to move.

At that moment, the driver's voice came over the loudspeaker, "Please, vehicles ahead, move aside at a 45° angle—there's an unconscious child on board!"

The woman feared she was hallucinating; she couldn't fathom what had happened. With so many cars, how could they just clear a path?!

She squeezed forward, pushing the doctor aside. But the next second, the scene before her eyes shocked her.

As the driver's words, mixed with the ambulance's alarm, rang out, the vehicles within view all tilted their heads slightly, moving a bit in their respective directions.

Because the cars were packed tightly, they made the most of their ability to open a narrow lane.

The ambulance turned its steering wheel, then began to move slowly along the solid line between the two rows of cars.

The ice river shattered; each car seemed like a broken chunk of ice, emitting faint creaking sounds as they opened a passage to life.

"I never imagined there would actually be a 45° make-way maneuver. I'd seen the publicity before and thought it was nonsense." The doctor on board sighed.

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Note: On the day I returned from the annual meeting and was driving to run errands, I happened to encounter an ambulance wailing its alarm. Three private cars ahead used a non-standard 45° technique to make way, and the ambulance sped off.

In fact, it was quite effective; at the time I felt moved seeing it.