The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

Listening to the discussion and criticism of the people around him, Nirina was unfazed.

Also worried, Valentina leaned over and asked, ”Commander, is this man badly hurt? Can you treat him?”

Nirina had finished examining his wounds.

He looked at Valentina and the people around him and said, “Don’t worry. The man’s injuries aren’t serious. It’s just that a major artery in his leg was nicked by the motorcycle wreckage. He’s unconscious due to sudden impact and massive blood loss. Just stop the bleeding in time and give him some time to recover, and he’ll be fine. He’ll wake up naturally.”

Nirina started the treatment after saying this, but the people around him looked doubtful. The traffic policeman also looked suspiciously at Nirina, and his face was full of distrust.

“Do you know medicine? Are you a doctor?” The traffic policeman asked.

“I know medicine, but I’m not a doctor…” Nirina answered.

He meant he was not a professional doctor who worked in a hospital.

yelled, “You’re not a doctor. Why pull such

him also persuaded Nirina, ”Young man,

leave him alone

are you so eager to heal him? What do

comments upset

Valentina lost his temper.

If anyone says one more word, I

crowd of onlookers instantly

filming got

him and focused on treating the

right hand pressed hard on a certain acupoint above the wound. The blood that had just been flowing

released his left hand to rip off the front of his top. He tied the

right hand pressed on

press on it forever. It was why he tore off a piece of cloth and tied it around the man’s thigh as a rope, putting