Of those rescued from the Subaru sedan that had been reduced to scrap, only the driver behind the wheel was seriously injured. The other two had blood streaming from head wounds, but their lives were not in danger.
As the school doctor, Suzuki Maika decisively set aside the less seriously injured patients and began emergency treatment on the driver.
But Suzuki Maika was only a school doctor, not a specialist in emergency surgery. At Jinguji School, she only treated minor student ailments like headaches and fevers. Injuries this severe were truly beyond her abilities.
"It looks like an artery was damaged. The bleeding won't stop. Isn't the ambulance here yet?" Suzuki Maika asked, overwhelmed and frantic. Her hands were covered in blood, and she wiped her forehead with the back of one hand.
"We've already called 119. They said the ambulance could be here in five minutes."
"But with this much blood loss, he might not last until the ambulance arrives."
But what else could they do?
The teachers and security guards gathered nearby could only stare helplessly, standing to one side at a loss. They were not professional doctors either. Seeing that terrifying amount of bleeding, none of them dared take matters into their own hands. If something went wrong while they drove him to the hospital and the injured man died, who would take responsibility?
"Please let me examine him."
A young man wearing a white coat and round glasses suddenly squeezed through the crowd.
Seeing this unfamiliar face, the staff of Jinguji High School all looked doubtful.
"Don't worry. I'm a doctor!"
The young man gently adjusted his round glasses, his tone firm and leaving no room for doubt.
The distraught staff hesitated briefly when they heard he was a doctor, then stepped aside to let the