The ambulance had just screeched to a halt, and the crew jumped out one after another.
Under the veil of night, it was pitch black, their surroundings barely visible.
The north wind bit with an ice three feet thick, the road was like an ice cellar.
In such conditions, if there was an injured patient, the outcome was predictable. The mere low temperatures could shrink the distance between any victim and death.
There was no time to lose.
Doctor Jiang led everyone to quicken their pace.
"Over here!" A traffic officer guided them to the first victim.
The middle-aged man lying on the ground was pale, like a white candle about to be snuffed out by the cold wind. The officer had wrapped the victim in a coat to ward off the chill.
Before the doctor arrived, the police didn't dare to move the critically injured, fearing any movement might kill them.