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.

policeman immediately yelled, “You’re not a doctor. Why pull such a stunt? What if you make

and women around him also persuaded Nirina, ”Young man, you’re kind, but good

better leave him

doctor or the one who hit him. Why are you so eager to heal him? What do you want? What if

sarcastic comments upset

Valentina lost his temper.

My boss is treating the man. You can’t help anyway. What’s all this fuss? All you do is cause chaos! If anyone says one

surrounding crowd of onlookers instantly

were filming got more excited

ignored what was going on around him and

lifted the injured man’s thigh, and his right hand pressed hard on a certain acupoint above the wound. The blood

rip off the front of his top. He tied the man’s

while, Nirina kept his right hand pressed on the

the blood loss, but Nirina could not press on it forever. It was why he tore off a piece of cloth and tied it around