Ten minutes, in the long river of human history, was no more than a drop in the ocean.
Ten minutes was only a quarter of a class.
Ten minutes was only a sixth of an hour.
Ten minutes was merely the length of a break between classes.
Yet at the scene of the crash, those ten minutes felt like a century, leaving everyone with memories they would never forget.
In those ten short minutes, a slender young man with handsome features had brought two people back from death's door, creating a miracle that should have been impossible.
Even more astonishing, this young man was only twenty!
At twenty, what could the rest of us do?
Perhaps attend university, perhaps enter the workforce, perhaps start a business—or perhaps do nothing at all, idling our lives away.
Yet Jun Wangchen had already reached heights that others his age could scarcely hope to scale!
Watching Jun Wangchen pull one injured person after another back from the brink of death, Bai Ren was deeply moved and filled with emotion.
Over the years, the widespread popularity of Western medicine had made many people forget traditional Chinese medicine's achievements throughout history.
As sophisticated medical machines emerged one after another, traditional Chinese medicine suffered repeated blows, crushed beneath the world's disparaging talk until it could barely hold its head up.
Countless predecessors had lamented this, countless others had shed tears over it, and still more had felt powerless.
They could not change the situation. All they could do was follow the changing times and watch their ancestors' legacy gradually decline.
But now, hope that traditional Chinese medicine might lead the world had appeared once more.
Though that hope was only twenty years old, as long as hope existed, traditional Chinese medicine would continue to be passed down