"Doctor, help… help…" The second batch of car accident victims arrived at Yun Hua Emergency Medical Center right on time.
Ling Ran changed into a new pair of scrubs. As he was putting on gloves, the patient's family member, who was with the patient in the ambulance, had already rushed over and started shouting at Zuo Cidian.
She was a middle-aged woman in her forties. Her hair was messy, and she was a rather terrifying sight to behold at night.
However, she looked worried and cowed, judging from her expression.
Zuo Cidian showed Ling Ran a resigned expression with his face, one that was as rough as a Mandarin orange. Then, he whispered to the woman, "Please don't be anxious. The patient has arrived at the hospital. You can stand by the side first. Don't delay the patient's treatment. Let the doctor think of a way to handle it."
After he said that, the patient's family immediately gave way.
