That day, as usual, he drove a bus and carried passengers on the expressway. He held the steering wheel with both hands and his eyes were fixed on the front. When he passed a section of road, suddenly, there was the "boom" of the motor of a big truck and the whistle that flashed in his ear. He just turned the steering wheel calmly, silently staring at the front and driving intently. After a while, a small black dot appeared in front of the road. Then, the little black dot got closer and closer. He looked intently, and the black spot turned out to be a piece of iron the size of a table, flying towards him at high speed. With a bang, the iron piece smashed the window, inserted into the driver's seat and pierced his abdomen. He didn't scream or brake suddenly. He just covered his abdomen with his right hand and held back the great pain, slowly. The two passengers behind rushed forward to hold him. Some of them called 120, and some stopped other passing vehicles by hand, trying to take Wu Bin to the hospital ... Finally, Wu Bin died of his injuries. Many citizens were moved by his deeds and spontaneously came to the mourning hall to mourn him.
I think Wu Bin is an excellent bus driver and a brave man. I can't forget him!