Chapitre 25: 024 He will survive.

That was a clinic.

The pregnant woman knelt at the entrance, desperately pleading with the clinic's doctor to save the man lying beside her.

The man was covered in blood, especially the wound on his head, which was particularly shocking, and he seemed to be breathing out more than he was breathing in.

"Sister, you should seek help elsewhere. I really can't save your husband, and any further delay will leave no time." The old doctor of the clinic stood on the steps, not daring to help the woman up, but instead urged her to leave.

"Why waste words on her? This man looks like he's about to die. What if they hold us responsible if we bring him inside? I think we should just send them away, so they don't hinder other patients," an assistant said, growing impatient.

"Show some respect," the doctor scolded the assistant with a shout. "Sister, please go. I truly can't treat him."