On a freezing Tuesday night in Beijing, it took me a few moments to realise that I was looking at a man lying face down in the road, dark blood pooling near his head.
I was waiting on my scooter for the delivery courier in front of me to move on, but when I looked past him at the obstacle, I realised I had witnessed the results of a traffic collision.
“Did you call a doctor?” I asked the courier, who was wearing the fluorescent blue uniform of the Shansong (“Flash Delivery”) platform. “No, no,” the courier replied, mumbling excuses that the other driver was drunk.
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