```
Creak, the car came to a stop along the side of the road; in the middle of the carriage, a woman with a five or six-month-old baby in her arms was crying and shouting helplessly.
"Don't panic, I'm a doctor, let me have a look," the beauty standing next to Wang Dadong got up.
Wang Dadong, who was leaning lazily on his seat, showed no intention of getting up.
His seat was on the outside, while the beauty's seat was on the inside; if he didn't move, she wouldn't be able to get out.
"Sir, could you please make way for me? There's someone sick who needs help," the beauty said with furrowed brows, her eyes filled with disgust as she looked at Wang Dadong.
What kind of person is this? Someone is sick and needs help, and it's one thing if he doesn't help, but he's actually blocking the way, stopping her from getting through.
"Beauty, haven't you heard of 'sweep the snow from your own doorstep, don't worry about the frost on your neighbor's roof'?" Wang Dadong continued lazily.