Feng Jun's mood at that moment was simply beyond description... At a time like this, you were asking which hospital he worked at?
The "Foundation-Nourishing Pill" he had fed the driver could easily sell for fifty million per pill—and even then, buying more depended on whether he was in the mood.
He had never wanted to meddle in other people's affairs. Forget that crap about "with great power comes great responsibility"; it was all nonsense.
But since he had come across it, he felt that standing by would go against his true nature. The Dao followed nature. Cultivators cultivated the Heavenly Heart and their original intent. Since he had wanted to save them, then he had saved them.
No matter what, he had pulled four people from the car and treated them. Honestly, if he had not been the first to go down the slope, those two warmhearted people might not have come down either. Who wasn't afraid of trouble these days?
And now, they were asking which hospital he worked at.
Feng Jun paused before answering, "I'm not a hospital doctor."
The woman immediately became anxious. "Then when you treated my husband and my niece... did you have a medical license?"
Feng Jun paused again before answering, "No license. Your husband and niece were easier to treat, so I treated them first."
In truth, the driver was far from out of danger. His internal bleeding was not too severe, though, so he could hold on for another seven or eight hours without much problem—long enough to wait for a doctor.
The niece had been in the most critical condition. Aside from the bruises and abrasions, the key issue was her broken cervical vertebra. If Feng Jun had acted even a little later, high-level paralysis would have been the least