"Of course I'm out to save lives." Huang Xiaolong was not interested in arguing with the man.
The situation was urgent; there wasn't any time for delays.
Looking at the few silver needles in Huang Xiaolong's hand, the man in the white shirt was even more dismissive. He sarcastically said, "Chinese medicine? Barefooted quack? What a mess! Alright, alright! The ambulance is nearly here, you'd better move aside. If anything goes wrong, you won't be able to bear the responsibility."
A bit annoyed, Huang Xiaolong asked, "And who are you?"
