Dad is almost 50 years old, recently always feel a little flower in front of me, and told my mother whether he has that kind of floaters, originally my mother said that he has time to go to the hospital to check his eyes, because there are more long-distance goods recently, and my father has been delayed until now and has not been free to go to the hospital.
Maybe I was shaken by the headlights of the truck driving on the opposite side, I subconsciously raised my arm to block my eyes, and I also saw that my father was squinting and very uncomfortable, because it was night on the national highway, and the speed was not very fast.
There is also a large container truck in front of us, which helped us slightly block some of the light from the opposite headlights, and my father stepped on the brakes a little under his feet, which is the subconscious reaction of the old driver when he encounters the driver who is driving uncivilized on the opposite side.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and my father and I rushed to the front windshield by inertia, if it wasn't for the seat belt, I would definitely hit the front windshield directly, and the whole person flew out along the front of the car.
At this critical juncture, my father directly stretched out his right arm and stopped at the position of my neck, but his body hit the steering wheel in front of him directly, and let out a muffled snort: "Uh" I was blocked by my father's arm and pressed against my throat, causing me to breathe stagnantly, and I almost suffocated to death without taking a breath.
Dad's foot stepped on the brakes, and after the car stopped, I coughed violently on one side, and my dad sitting in the driver's seat was not much better, because his chest hit the direction directly, and at this time Dad's forehead began to sweat outward, and the uncomfortable whole person who covered his chest with his left hand began to curl up.
I couldn't care about coughing anymore, so I reached out and grabbed my father's right arm and asked, "Dad, are you injured or not?"
Dad was speechless in pain, and my right arm, which I was holding, swayed slightly, but he still couldn't speak, and his whole body fell down on the steering wheel.
The impact just now, and the muffled snort of my father, I know that the matter is very serious, and my father now looks like he is breathing a little unsmooth, he should have hit his ribs when he hit the steering wheel just now.
I didn't dare to directly pull my father's body, quickly unbuckled the seat belt on my body, lowered the window on my side, and climbed through the gap exposed by my father's back, and lowered the window on the other side of the cab, hoping that the air would circulate a little.
I didn't dare to get out of the car directly because I didn't know the specific situation outside, so I could only carefully climb to the back seat from the middle of the seat and open the windows on both sides of the back.
The windows of the car were opened, and the noise outside suddenly poured in, crying, shouting, and chaos.
I cautiously climbed back into the co-pilot, worried about my father's situation, and looked out through the front windshield, the rear of the car in front of us had turned on the double flashing lights, and the car coming from the left side had also turned on the double flash, and the front of the car was emitting white fog, so I couldn't see what was going on at all.
"Dad, can you still talk, what should I do now," I asked, looking at my dad. aa2705221: