Behind him was a deadly mudslide. Su Fan knew that if he didn't hurry up, once his feet were submerged, he would be powerless to turn the tide.
However, no matter how close the mudslide was, his determination to hold Wei Zhitong's hand tightly and pull her up did not waver at all.
It wasn't that he had any so-called noble character, but in his eyes, this was human nature. He was a doctor, and saving the dying and healing the wounded was his duty. He couldn't just leave people in the lurch.
"Wuuu... Su Fan, why don't you let go of me?" Wei Zhitong tried her best to keep up with Su Fan's pace, but she stumbled and had to rely on Su Fan to pull her along in order to run.
She would not drag Su Fan down and did not want anything to happen to him.
"Cut the crap!" Su Fan gripped Zhitong's wrist even tighter.
The dead branches and leaves under his feet were quickly trampled down by him. The debris from the mudslide and a few pieces of debris hit his calves.
