The line at the square was in chaos.
Noisy chatter echoed incessantly.
"Why are you cutting in line!"
"Please make way, it's a matter of life and death! I beg everyone, there's been a car accident nearby with massive blood loss. The ambulance hasn't arrived yet. If we don't stop the bleeding, someone will die!"
A man with blood-covered hands burst into the queue for the free clinic, making his way all the way to the front.
He placed his bloodied hands in front of Qiao Xi, leaving bloodstained handprints on the long table, the metallic scent of blood wafting through the air.
Qiao Xi felt a churn in her stomach.
She'd recently started experiencing some morning sickness.
"Doctor, save him! Please save my brother, he had a car accident just at the intersection outside!" The man's expression was frantic, his tone urgent, "The ambulance hasn't arrived yet, I'm afraid it will be too late!"
Old Chen, hearing this, was enveloped in an aura of sharp danger.
