During lunch hour, there would be crowds of people, all in a hurry. Many looked forward to enjoying a scrumptious lunch and pondered on how they could efficiently take their afternoon naps to cope with the heavy workload. Beggars were everywhere on the streets, so they didn't notice the couple at first.
Suanne knelt on the ground, she was pleading desperately for help.
"Please, please call an ambulance!"
"Sir, please give us some water. I know you're a kind man. I haven't had any water for three days. I'm dying..."
"Miss! Miss, please, help us, please, I beg of you, I'm begging you..."
"I'm down on my knees. Please save us. Please, save us..."
Some busybodies stopped and watched her. One by one, they gradually formed a circle around the couple.
Someone recognized Nathan as he asked, "Isn't that the world famous psychology professor Nathan Marshall who had returned recently?"
"That's his wife. Why is she so injured? Did she do something bad and got punished because of it?"
"Should we call the police? They aren't going to die here, are they?"
"Have you gone mad? Have you never watched a movie before? They were thrown out onto the street, so there must be someone watching nearby. If you help them, before you know it, the unlucky ones will be you and me!"
"Besides, they're horrendously greedy. You have no idea how big of a waste of time it will be if we help them. We may not have time to clock back in at the office. Then all of our work this afternoon will be for nothing!"
With things as they are, these onlookers, who had thought about lending a helping hand, immediately gave up on the idea.
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