Chapter 890: [(890)] Hurry up, hurry up Chapter 890: [(890)] Hurry up, hurry up “Let’s bring them to our house first. That bastard hit someone and ran away,” the young man said angrily, clenching his fists.

“We need to notify the police,” Kang Mingzhu declared, adamant not to let the hit-and-run driver who abandoned the injured get away.

“Let’s go back,” Nie Jiamin said.

Teacher Nie would surely not refuse to save people; Xie Wanying turned to inform the driver.

The driver moaned, “No idea when we’ll have dinner now.”

“Feed the driver some biscuits,” Chang Jiawei said as he turned to Yao Jie for biscuits.

Yao Jie glared at him, “Where are the biscuits?” If they had biscuits, would they need to eat Village Chief Li’s steamed buns?

The minibus turned around in the night rain. The young man stood behind the driver, directing where to drive. The driver sped up as much as possible.

Yao Jie was the first to take out rehydration and other emergency supplies from the box and get them ready.

The minibus soon turned into a small village entrance. This village was much smaller than Shier Zhuang, scattered with just over a dozen households. Small villages lead to a gradual outflow of people because people prefer bustling places. Those left in the village were orphans, widows, and the disabled or sick; only a merger with other villages was feasible, so the village committee wasn’t stationed here. This made calling emergency services immediately in a crisis a challenge.

No wonder the young man was so desperate, risking his life pedaling after the doctor’s car.

“My family only has my grandma at home now; her eyesight is bad. My dad went out to work. My brother and mom went back to my maternal grandparents and haven’t returned,” the young man gradually explained his family situation as they drove, “Only my mom brought my youngest sister back home this morning; they had a long way to walk home. It rained in the afternoon, and my grandma asked me to meet them at the village entrance. That’s when I saw the tractor hit them. People helped carry them home, but then I didn’t know what to do. Someone said there were volunteer doctors in Shier Zhuang–”
The young man had initially planned to bike to Shier Zhuang to find the doctors, but upon reaching the highway, he saw their car and chased after it instead.

“If our vehicle hadn’t had that red banner, he might not have known who we were. Although I always thought it was ugly, President Wu insisted on hanging it,” Yao Jie said helplessly.

Was it possible President Wu had prior experience like this, thus emphasizing putting up a sign on the volunteer car? The doctors in the car had to grumble about their leader. One could imagine, perhaps President Wu had long calculated that they would have to put in ten times the effort to earn a substantial volunteer reward.

Old Naughty Boy was the cunning Wu Zhongtang. Zhu Huicang thought of what his old classmate Cao Yong had privately complained about Old Wu and laughed aloud. They, as doctors, had willingly walked into the trap.

The car stopped steadily, and the driver warned the doctors disembarking, “The roads are uneven here; full of potholes. Be careful as you walk.”

It was already too late to heed this advice; Fan Yunyun nearly stumbled into a mud pit, but managed to grab onto the car door. Looking ahead, she saw that Senior Sister Xie, whom she was trying to keep up with, seemed unfazed and untroubled, running ahead without a trace.

Xie Wanying, who carried a medical box for Yao Jie and ran the fastest, let the young man lead the way. His kneeling had reminded her of her own grandfather, stirring urgency in her heart.

“We’re here,” the young man declared excitedly as he pushed the door open, calling out to the elder inside, “Grandma, I’ve brought the doctors back!”