Accident Site.
The situation gradually stabilized.
Dong Xuebin was a Pill of Reassurance. The moment he acted, he could save lives. In the blink of an eye, he had already treated more than a dozen people. This immediately steadied everyone's nerves. It had taken only a little over ten minutes for the crowd to go from initial panic to calm. Not only had the bystanders settled down, but even the injured people who had been pulled back from the brink of death, along with their families, had stopped shouting frantically. Having witnessed Dong Xuebin's medical skills, they suddenly developed immense trust and confidence in him. The scene was remarkably orderly.
"Are there any more injured?"
"Here, here!"
"Alright, wait a moment. I'll be right there."
"Young man, take a break. I can see that you..."
"No need. I'm fine, I can hold on. Ma'am, sort the injured by severity. Put the serious cases first. The less serious ones can wait."
"Alright, I understand."
Dong Xuebin treated another injured person, but fatigue had begun to weigh on him. The large number of surgeries and emergency treatments had not only drained his physical strength, but more importantly, his mental energy. A wave of mental exhaustion surged over him, something even Reverse could not restore. His mind was taut, and his vision was starting to blur. In the past, Dong Xuebin had never understood how surgery could consume so much energy, nor had he understood why surgeons needed to rest after every operation. Now he understood. Out of reverence for life, out of the intense concentration required, it was even more exhausting than physical labor. But Dong Xuebin knew he could not rest. More injured people were waiting for his treatment. Although he was not a medical worker, out of respect for life