Pushing open the door and getting out of the car, Ye Xuan walked towards the overturned heavy truck.
Arriving in front of the semi-truck that had crashed through the guardrail, Ye Xuan first observed it and found that, apart from the rollover that breached the guardrail, the truck hadn't suffered any other damage.
He leapt up, jumped onto the doors of the upturned truck, grabbed the handle, and forcefully lifted it. The severely deformed iron door was forcibly pulled open.
He peered inside and saw the driver in the cabin hanging from the seat with his seatbelt on, his face covered in blood and multiple bruises on his body.
"Hey bro, are you okay?" Ye Xuan asked the half-conscious driver.
The driver's eyes were half-closed, and he groaned twice without speaking, seemingly injured heavily.
Ye Xuan frowned slightly, crouched down, and reached out to check the driver's condition. Then he unbuckled the seatbelt and dragged him out of the cab.
