"Yes," Xie Wanying accepted the instructions.
"We would like to help, but it's probably too late now; we've been waiting for a car," He Guangyou said, frowning.
It's very difficult to hail a ride in the rain, although everyone has been trying to arrange for transportation. Mainly, all the injured, especially those critically wounded, are better off being transported by ambulance.
Now, the only one here was her, and she must perform risky surgery on a critically ill child with Nie Jiamin, who might have communication issues, which worried everyone.
"Why did you leave her there alone?"
Xie Wanying heard Senior Zhu Huicang's voice coming from the phone.
Zhu Huicang was scolding Qiu Ruiyun and Chang Jiawei.
"Didn't you say you needed our help?" Qiu Ruiyun muttered.
"They called me, not you," Zhu Huicang remembered the scene and refuted his claim.