Chapter 42: Emergency Aid

At last, the police arrived.

A perimeter was quickly cordoned off.

The assailant was fully subdued.

The officers got to work—some began investigating the scene, others calmed the crowd, and a few coordinated with nearby emergency services.

The deranged man, who had suffered a fractured bone thanks to Lu Qingqiang and then took a slap to the face, burst into loud, pitiful sobs the moment he saw the police.

He cried so hard he could barely breathe, snot bubbling from his nose.

The nearby officers were stunned, unsure of how to respond.

In the end, it was Lu Qingqiang who shot him another threatening glare.

Terrified, the madman shrank back behind the officers, finally falling silent, though he continued to sniffle and sob quietly.

A grown man, shoulders slumped, whimpering like a child as he tried to bury his oversized head in his chest—it was a bizarre and jarring sight.

Utterly out of place.

But the truth was, he really was insane.

And he had caused serious harm to society.

He had injured five people with his knife.

One child, one elderly man, two young women, and a middle-aged man.

When Lu Qingqiang heard this, she couldn’t help but want to hit him again.

You could call him mentally unstable, yet he still knew to target the weak and vulnerable.

You could call him human, but he charged in swinging a knife at anyone in sight.

This kind of man wasn’t just a detestable lunatic—he was a cowardly bastard who preyed on the defenseless.

She only regretted not slapping him more.

Regret: in progress!

“Where’s the doctor? Why isn’t the doctor here yet?”

Next to the unconscious, injured child, an elderly man lay slumped on the ground.

His thigh and back were covered in wounds, blood soaking through his clothes.

But he gritted his teeth, eyes filled with worry as he stared at his injured grandson.

It was all his fault.

If he hadn’t insisted on taking his three-year-old grandson out for a walk, none of this would’ve happened.

The boy had been lively and energetic, and not long after they left the house, he let go of the old man’s hand and started hopping ahead on his own.

Just as he turned back with a smile, a madman suddenly sprang out from the side of the road.

The lunatic had a kitchen knife in hand and, without a word, began hacking at the child.

The old man was both furious and terrified. He rushed forward to save his grandson.

But the maniac kicked him aside.

His aging body couldn’t take it. The kick sent pain shooting through every bone.

Yet when he saw the madman raise the knife again toward his grandson, something inside him ignited.

He scrambled to his feet and threw himself at the attacker.

But the madman, enraged by the interference, turned and began hacking at him instead.

After two slashes, the lunatic still wasn’t done.

Someone nearby screamed, “He’s killing people! A madman’s killing people!”

The lunatic then turned away and chased after two passing young women, slashing at them next.

A male passerby tried to intervene and was injured as well.

It was madness. The whole world had gone mad.

Otherwise, how could something so horrific happen on such an ordinary outing?

The old man couldn’t understand it, but he didn’t have the strength to dwell on it.

He could feel his life slipping away.

But he hadn’t heard the sound of an ambulance yet. No medical personnel had arrived to save his grandson.

He refused to close his eyes just yet.

So he clung to consciousness, forcing himself to shout for help.

“Sir, don’t be afraid. I’m a doctor. Let me check on your grandson first.”

It was Doctor Feng.

Ever since Doctor Feng began working at the orphanage, Lu Qingqiang had made sure the infirmary was stocked with all the necessary medical supplies according to national standards.

Including the emergency kit they needed now.

The moment Doctor Feng’s car returned to the orphanage, she leapt out and rushed to the infirmary to grab the kit.

She had seen the injured.

She was a doctor.

In moments like this, she had to act. She might be able to save a life.

But before she could get far, she ran into Zhang Qiang, who had just brought two kids to the restroom.

When Zhang Qiang heard what was happening, he shoved the kids into the car with Yuan Yuan, then sprinted to the infirmary.

After grabbing the emergency kit, he hoisted Doctor Feng onto his back and ran to the injured.

Judging by the scene, the child was the most seriously hurt.

So Doctor Feng rushed to his side and began treating his wounds.

Lu Qingqiang was there helping too.

Before she transmigrated, she had been bedridden due to poor health.

Back then, she often wondered why fate hadn’t given her a healthy body.

She had hated it.

But she had also felt powerless.

Out of boredom, she would lie in bed reading medical textbooks.

Thick volumes on human anatomy, internal medicine, surgery, and medical ethics—she had flipped through them so many times the pages were frayed.

Now, the ambulance still hadn’t arrived.

The injured groaned in pain.

She couldn’t just stand by.

So she crouched down to help.

“Director Feng, can we give them some glucose now?” Lu Qingqiang asked.

“Yes.”

“Got it.”

Lu Qingqiang quickly took out two glucose packs, snipped them open, and while transferring them, discreetly added two drops of Spirit Spring Water to each.

Then she handed them to a nearby officer who was helping out, asking him to feed the patients.

Zhang Qiang and Yan Fang were both veterans and had been trained in emergency trauma care during their service.

So now, they were kneeling on the ground, performing first aid and dressing wounds.

Lu Qingqiang repeated the process with three more glucose packs, handing them to the assisting officers to give to the injured.

Once that was done, she pulled a roll of bandages from the emergency kit and walked over to a wounded girl nearby.

Though she’d read plenty of medical books, this was her first time treating someone for real.

Seeing the bloody wounds made her nervous, and she couldn’t help but call out.

“Tonzi, guide me.”

“Yes, Host.”

“She has wounds on her leg and shoulder. The leg injury is more severe. You’ll need to use pressure bandaging and immobilization. Now, start by…”

With the system’s guidance, Lu Qingqiang successfully bandaged the girl’s wounds and applied pressure to a few key acupoints to stop the bleeding.

Then she moved on to treat another injured girl nearby.

Finally, the ambulance arrived.

Stretchers were brought over.

A team of doctors and nurses jumped out and began checking and stabilizing the patients.

“Who’s with the patients?”

“This is a special situation. Take the patients to the hospital first. Once we reach their families, we’ll have them go directly to the hospital,” the lead officer said.

“Understood.”

The five injured were quickly loaded into three ambulances and driven away.

Blood still stained the ground, a chilling reminder of what had just happened.

More and more onlookers gathered, some pulling out phones to take photos and videos.

Nearby officers kept urging the crowd to disperse.

The madman had already been taken away in a police car earlier.

Whether he was sent to the station or the hospital, Lu Qingqiang didn’t know.

“Xiao Lu, did you study medicine before? Your bandaging and first aid skills looked pretty professional just now,” Doctor Feng said as she packed up the supplies, finally able to breathe a little easier.

“No, but I like reading medical books when I’m bored.”

“I watched your technique while you were cutting open the glucose packs just now.”

Lu Qingqiang was still speaking when a high-pitched, urgent voice full of concern rang out.

“Qingqing! Are you alright, Qingqing?!”

It was Madam Lu.

Usually graceful and composed, Madam Lu now looked like a woman possessed. Her face was pale as she ran straight toward her.

Lu Shenlin and Lu Jianshen followed close behind, their expressions grim.