Jiang Feng felt as if he was in his memories and wished it were just in his memories.
He stood there dumbly, his mind a blank, wanting to do something yet too afraid to act. He felt like an extra in the background of a movie, only able to watch the plot unfold helplessly, unable to speak or to move.
For a moment, he even thought he had lost control of his body, forgetting that he was indeed someone who could talk and walk.
He held his phone, staring dumbly ahead, watching Jiang Zaidi equally panicked, wanting to help but too scared, the fallen Jiang Weiming on the ground like a fragile piece of glassware, untouchable.
The emergency medical team reacted quickly, and almost in the blink of an eye, several doctors and nurses had lifted Jiang Weiming onto a stretcher and rushed him into the resuscitation room.
