Tang Yuxin quickly came over, kneeling on the ground. She placed her hand on his neck, tightly held his wrist, and then forcefully pressed down on Lin Yile's shoulder.
"Lele, you're a nurse. Stay calm, believe in yourself. You can handle this, we've been trained for this. He's just been knocked unconscious from a head injury. Where's your medical kit?"
"I'll get it, I'll fetch it right away," Lin Yile turned around, tumbling to the floor with a loud thump. She did not cry but got up immediately, lifting her medical bag from the tricycle.
Inside were medications, alcohol, gauzes and bandages, an impressive assortment of supplies.
"Qingtong, let's go and check on the others. Let's leave these people in their hands."
"Okay," Song Qingtong's experience had been purely academic until now; this was the first time she had encountered so many injuries. She wasn't like Tang Yuxin, who had practical experience with patients, even with death.
