"What uncle?" Lu Mingyu curiously asked.
"That uncle," Jiang Jinshi pointed in the direction, and Lu Yang's line of sight fell on a familiar figure.
Gu Liye was dressed in a suit and looked at the pale-faced injured person being taken into an ambulance. He conversed with the doctors and nurses in the ambulance about the patient's condition.
"Chest trauma, fractured ribs. The patient's vital signs are currently stable," the ambulance moved swiftly, and he spoke quickly but clearly.
Once the ambulance left, the onlookers dispersed.
Gu Liye adjusted his suit jacket and turned around, facing Lu Yang and the others directly.
Although his clothes were slightly wrinkled, the air of precision and composure unique to doctors remained unchanged.
Jiang Jinshi, in a childish tone, said, "Sister, the color on this uncle's clothes is so strange."
