"Little girl, where are you going to carry this man?"
"Yeah, yeah!"
Some people couldn't help but ask, seeming to think that Yang Chuxia and her companions were tricksters. This irritated Yang Chuxia.
"Where are we going to carry him? To the medical clinic, of course. Should we just let him lie here and die?" She glared at the man, adding, "Earlier, you were all pointing and whispering, but I didn't see anyone thinking of taking him to the medical clinic. What's all the fuss now?"
"Hey, there's no need to be rude, I was just asking." The man who asked the question was displeased.
"Get lost. I've no time for your nonsense. We're hurrying to the clinic. If you don't like it, feel free to report us."
With that, Yang Chuxia pushed the man aside and kept on carrying the injured with Brother An.
Of course, there were some people who followed them, curious to see what would happen.
"Which clinic is Xiaxia going to?"
