Chapter 889: [(889)] Returning on the Night Road to Save People Chapter 889: [(889)] Returning on the Night Road to Save People Xie Wanying’s heart ached as she remembered the desperation she felt when she tried to save her grandfather, so hopeless she wanted to kneel before the doctors.

“Doctor, please save my mother and my sister.” The boy extended his hands, grabbing onto her clothes with a hoarse voice, his face wet with tears.

Fan Yunyun stood behind Xie Wanying, completely at a loss.

“Come, come, don’t kneel,” said Qiu Ruiyun, who had also rushed out of the car.

Xie Wanying stiffened, then recovered and, along with Senior Qiu, helped lift the boy from the ground.

“It’s okay, don’t cry. Tell me, where is the patient?” Xie Wanying wiped the droplets from the boy’s face.

Around them, the car window rolled down, and Kang Mingzhu, wearing glasses, shone a flashlight on the boy and exclaimed, “Where did all this blood come from on his body?”

Looking closely, there was a pool of blood on the boy’s clothing.

“Was there a car accident?” The doctors all leaned towards the window to ask what happened.

They hoped it wasn’t their shuttle that had hit the boy.

The driver hurriedly came down from the driver’s seat, asking the child, “Did you chase after my car? Didn’t your parents teach you? You can’t chase cars! If I braked, you could easily have been hit by the rear of my car.”

Listening to a group of adults clamoring, the boy’s face suddenly looked bewildered.

“Let’s bring him into the van,” Zhu Hui Cang yelled at the people below.

It was raining; one certainly couldn’t stand getting soaked in the rain without getting ill.

Right, everyone returned to the van.

Two doctors pulled the slight boy into the shuttle. Perhaps it was the difference in temperature that made his body shiver.

Xie Wanying grabbed a dry towel and wiped the water droplets from the boy’s hair. Qiu Ruiyun found a piece of clothing for the boy to change into, to prevent him from catching a cold.

With the boy’s bloodstained clothes removed, the doctors could now see more clearly.

“It isn’t his blood,” Chang Jiawei said.

“It definitely isn’t his own; otherwise, he’d be dead by now,” Zhu Hui Cang slightly scoffed at the obvious statement.

“It’s someone else’s blood on his clothes.”

Hearing this, the boy became alert and said, “A tractor hit my mom while she was holding my sister.”

Indeed, it was an accident. The doctors all wanted to hold their heads.

“Did you call an ambulance?” Kang Mingzhu asked.

“Does his home even have a phone?” Zhu Hui Cang turned around and contradicted her.

From the boy’s attire, a pair of worn slippers and shabby clothes, it was clear that his family couldn’t afford a phone. The broken bicycle was probably picked from trash and fixed for personal use.

Moreover, in villages, phones are likely only found in the village committee office. Even if an ambulance was called, it would take a long time to arrive from the nearest health center or county hospital. If the victims were severely injured, they might not survive the wait.

This boy was extremely clever. Seeing Guoxie’s vehicle, he prioritized chasing after the doctor.

“What do we do now?” Kang Mingzhu, adjusting her glasses, urgently asked everyone.

Everyone else’s hands almost pointed to the leader. Whether they returned to help wasn’t up to them; it was up to the leader.

“Is it far?” Nie Jiamin asked the boy in a calm voice.

The boy quickly responded, “Not far at all, just a ride away in your vehicle.”

“Where are the injured now?” Since the teachers weren’t fluent in Mandarin, Xie Wanying helped ask for more details.