Misunderstanding!

Ling Qingyu drove between the spaces given by vehicles on two lanes and expertly controlled her bikes with precision. Her handles nearly scratched the other side mirrors. 

Some drivers almost swore to complain but shut up after seeing her uniform. Maneuvering in tight space, Ling Qingyu squeezed and released the clutch to her will, keeping the throttle steady. Her bike filtered smoothly and arrived next to the ambulance.

She knocked on the ambulance's window, which slid down and displayed an anxious driver. "What's the deal? Is the patient inside need urgent treatment?" Ling Qingyu flipped off the visor and asked.

After she moved, Azi and her guards followed. They packed around the ambulance on both sides. Compared to Ling Qingyu's flawless and beautiful move, they paused several times on their filter path. Their hearts filled with admiration at Ling Qingyu's ease of techniques. 

"Well, we have no patient to transport." The ambulance driver replied.