Dong Yuezhang's driver was a nimble man. Seeing Du Heng staggering out of the car, he immediately applied the handbrake, got out, and hurried to Du Heng's side, carefully assisting him.
"Dean Du, be careful. Let's get back in the car and rest for a bit."
"Thank you."
"Dean Du, you're too polite. We're not strangers," the driver said with a sincere smile, his movements gentle.
Du Heng didn't put on airs and let the driver help him back into the car. It wasn't that he was being overly dramatic—his legs were genuinely weak and trembling.
I should exercise more, Du Heng suddenly thought with an unrealistic fantasy as the driver supported his arm.
The ambulance collected the injured and rushed to the Health Clinic without delay.
Once the patients were sent in, Du Heng no longer felt anxious.
Breathing difficulties, without equipment and medicine, posed a significant threat. But once all the necessary instruments were available, it wasn't such a critical issue.
