"Yes, he's a member of our Feiyue Team. I never expected this, but he's a true hero. If it weren't for him, those dozens of people wouldn't have made it out."
Ding Yue sighed and nodded as he spoke.
"What's his condition now?" Zhao Dejiang hurriedly asked.
"He's still being resuscitated at Mist City Central Hospital. They've brought out the most advanced equipment and the top medical team," Ding Yue said, his heart suddenly aching deeply.
If—if they can't save him, what will we do?
Of course, Ding Yue didn't want to think about such an outcome. He was insistent: "You must save him, no matter the cost! No matter what equipment, what medical techniques—if it will bring him back, I'll provide whatever is needed!"
Life is priceless, and the spirit of altruism even more so.
About twenty minutes later, Ding Yue's group finally arrived at Mist City Central Hospital. Upon arrival, Ding Yue immediately sought out President Jiang Zhongbo.
