After treating Mengmeng, Jun Wangchen joined Bai Ren and Bai Ziyi in tending to the others. Things were taking a turn for the better.
The people around them followed the three, lending a hand now and then, much to their relief.
People often called modern society coldhearted, unaware that countless ordinary people were quietly working to make it better.
Soon, ambulances from Jinling Central Hospital arrived one after another, and many of the injured received effective treatment.
"Elder Bai, this man is dying!" Just then, another urgent cry for help rang out.
Jun Wangchen turned to look. Two nurses were carrying out a middle-aged man whose breastbone had caved in and who was vomiting blood. The bones in his arms and legs were all broken, leaving his limbs almost completely ruined.
"Bring him here! Let me use my needles!" Jun Wangchen shouted at once, his expression grave.
The man's injuries were even worse than Mengmeng's. Had his determination not kept him clinging to one last breath, he would already have died.
The two nurses carrying his stretcher looked bewildered. They had called for Bai Ren, not Jun Wangchen.
They were about to tell Jun Wangchen to step aside when Bai Ren, who was administering acupuncture to another critically injured patient nearby, turned and shouted, "Set the stretcher down steadily! Let young Mr. Jun treat him!"
Both nurses were dumbfounded.
Was he serious?
Jinling City's foremost medical authority was actually letting someone so young treat a man with such severe injuries?
Many people noticed the nurses' hesitation. Those who had witnessed Jun Wangchen's extraordinary medical skills paled and hurried forward to rebuke them, almost breaking into furious curses.
Frightened, the two nurses quickly set the stretcher down and stood aside without daring to speak.
The middle-aged man on the stretcher let