The ambulance slowly entered the hospital.
About thirty doctors rushed forward in a swarm.
Dozens of nurses faced unemployment once again.
An elderly man with graying hair took the lead, his spirit unbroken.
The moment he saw Wu Bin, his eyes moistened with excitement.
"Wu Bin, hang in there, I am Lu Changshi, the Dean of Second Magic Hospital, you will be fine!"
Wu Bin, already in such pain that his consciousness was blurred, only heard the words "Second Hospital."
He wanted to nod, but could no longer do so.
Because his cervical vertebrae had just snapped, seemingly compressing a nerve, causing him to lose control of his body.
A great deal of fresh blood flowed out from Wu Bin's mouth.
Wu Bin had even lost the ability to cough blood. Even spitting blood had become incredibly difficult for him.
He Bingbing, who was in charge of recording, covered her mouth and wept a river of tears.
