"Bro, thank you." Lv Bo gritted his teeth, struggling to hold up his Electric Vehicle. The sight of the broken front fender made his heart ache.
Seeing he wasn't seriously hurt, Li Zhou turned and started to walk away.
THUD!
Hearing the noise behind him, Li Zhou turned to see the Qian Du rider had fallen to the ground again.
"Brother Zhou, I think... it's heatstroke," said Xu Jiacheng, who had walked over.
"Let's get him back to the restaurant," Li Zhou decided instantly.
Xu Jiacheng said nothing, silently stepping forward to help Li Zhou support Lv Bo and get him into the Kuai Pao restaurant.
"Get him a bottle of heatstroke medicine and a bowl of mung bean soup. On a day this hot, it has to be heatstroke."
A few other couriers and delivery riders concluded from experience.
Even though their companies were competitors, life wasn't easy for any of the frontline workers. There was no need to just stand by and do nothing.
