This Is A Matter Of Life And Death.

"The fragments of the ceiling may have gotten into his internal organs, so moving him may damage his blood vessels."

Claire walked over, squatted on one knee in front of Evans, and checked his injury with a calm face.

Then, she probed his breath and pulse and opened his eyelids to check his pupils.

"Did you call 911?" Claire tilted her head, abnormally calm.

"Ye… yes."

Someone asked. "What should we do now?"

Claire sat directly on the floor, her side face concealed by the shadow. "Do nothing but wait."

"Oh, alright."

Everyone stared at Claire with wide eyes, as if she was their savior.

Even they themselves wondered why they chose to rely on a girl in such a crisis.

Soon, the ambulance arrived.

Several nurses rushed in and carefully carried Evans into the ambulance. Claire also got in and sat beside Evans.