272: Chapter 272 I Can't Do Anything

It was also the result of her fragile body being backlash by that unimaginably powerful superpower after saving Su Chen.

After Su Chen's Human Emperor Fate resolved all these lingering concerns for her,

her cultivation soared directly to the level of the tenth rank the moment she awakened.

In short, each one of them was much stronger than the current Su Chen.

Following the instructions Jiang Luoli left before leaving Jianghai City,

with Teacher Wang Jin's secret assistance, Su Wanyue naturally joined the Huayu Association.

Relying on her extremely rare mental-type ability and her innate, outstanding combat talent,

she gained the attention and trust of the Huayu Association's high-level management at rocket speed.

She was directly deployed into the core circle of disaster relief on the front lines of Jianghai City.

"Quick, faster!"

"The emergency building of the City Central Hospital is just ahead!"

Teacher Wang Jin exhaled a puff of murky smoke.

Her long legs swept out fiercely, kicking a low-level deviant demon that tried to pounce on them into a bloody mess.

After the cataclysm occurred, Jianghai City, which originally possessed almost the highest quality medical resources in the country, was completely destroyed.

The City Central Hospital was the only official hospital under government organization capable of admitting critically ill patients.

Besides the Central Hospital, only some small private clinics remained within Jianghai City.

These clinics charged exorbitant fees and could only treat minor injuries; for the severely wounded, they were the type that 'guaranteed treatment but not survival'.

Teacher Wang Jin looked down at the severely wounded whose faces had already turned somewhat livid, then turned to roar hoarsely at the team behind her.

"These few wounded have internal hemorrhaging; they must get on the operating table immediately."

"A minute late and they're dead!"

Su Wanyue did not speak.

There was not a hint of emotion in her eyes, which were as clear as water.

She simply raised her fair, small hand with extreme calm. A terrifying wave of mental telekinesis, invisible to the naked eye, instantly rippled out.

It not only caused the pain of two wounded men, who were wailing to the point of collapse, to vanish instantly, but also crushed the rubble and remaining deviant demons within tens of meters ahead into fine powder.

However,

Su Wanyue was not skilled in healing, after all.

She could only make the pain of these wounded disappear, equivalent to applying anesthesia.

The ones who could truly save their lives

were only professional doctors.

After just a few breaths,

this team, which had fought a bloody battle and was filled with a final sliver of hope,

finally burst through the crumbling glass doors of the City Central Hospital's emergency building.

The sight before them, however, caused Teacher Wang Jin's and Su Wanyue's hearts to sink instantly.

Inside the overcrowded, packed emergency hall,

civilians with missing limbs were already lying everywhere in total disarray.

Dark red blood gathered into streams, flowing freely across the floor tiles, even submerging people's ankles.

Painful wails, the gasps of the dying, the desperate cries of those who had lost loved ones...

rose and fell one after another in the hospital hall.

But,

in this hall that resembled Avici Hell, not a single figure in a white coat could be seen.

No doctors.

No nurses.

No gurneys.

There wasn't even anyone handing out basic hemostatic bandages or anti-inflammatory medicine.

How could this be?

This was the only place in Jianghai City that could still receive severely wounded patients on a large scale.

"Where are the doctors?"

"Where the hell did everyone go?"

Looking at the wounded she had escorted all the way, only to see them about to draw their last breaths in the hospital,

Teacher Wang Jin, whose temper was as explosive as her figure, saw red instantly.

She grabbed a blood-stained, shivering young intern nurse in the corner and roared sternly.

"Where's the director of the emergency department? Where are the surgeons?"

"The warriors outside are putting their lives on the line—where are they hiding?"

"Come out and save people!"

The bloodlust and warrior pressure emanating from Teacher Wang Jin scared the inexperienced little nurse into wailing tears.

She pointed toward the end of the corridor.

There was a special care operating room with doors tightly shut, guarded by dozens of fully armed warriors.

She cried out in a breakdown,

"There are none, there are no more doctors."

"They were taken away."

"They were all forcibly taken by the Qiu Family!"

The little nurse stutteringly explained the whole story.

As it turned out,

just this morning, Qiu Hao, the eldest young master of the Qiu Family—a commercial warrior family in Jianghai City whose power was no less than that of the Jiang Family—was leading a group of subordinates on an 'inspection' of the Jianghai urban area for show.

The result was naturally a case of getting what he asked for.

With almost no cultivation to speak of, he was hit squarely on the head by a falling boulder.

He fainted on the spot.

The head of the Qiu Family was enraged and directly sent warriors to blockade the hospital.

They took all the surgeons, experts, and anesthesiologists in the hospital,

held blades to their necks, and forcibly marched them into the special care operating room.

A full thirty-odd top doctors were now inside, performing craniotomy surgery exclusively for Young Master Qiu alone.

The government and other warrior organizations were already like clay Buddhas crossing a river—unable to even save themselves.

Coupled with the fact that not much time had passed since the Qiu Family started this drama,

for a moment, they actually managed to pull off such an absurd thing.

The little nurse continued to add tremulously,

"They said... they said Young Master Qiu has the bloodline of a prestigious family, and his life is more precious than the heavens."

"No matter how many of these commoners outside die, they aren't worthy of using a single shred of the Qiu Family's medical resources."

Boom!

Hearing these words, Teacher Wang Jin trembled with rage.

With a crisp 'crack', she bit clean through the red sandalwood pipe she held tightly in her mouth.

"These heartless beasts!!!"

Teacher Wang Jin's eyes were nearly splitting from fury.

She hurriedly tore the hem of her favorite cheongsam, revealing streaks of snow-white skin,

using the strips of cloth to make crude and ineffective bandages for the hemorrhaging wounded on the ground.

Meanwhile, she cursed loudly.

"Since the cataclysm began, the government's Hall of Valor warriors have been filling spatial rifts with their lives."

"Non-governmental organizations like our Huayu Association are also fighting to save many civilians from the disaster, and the number of members we've sacrificed is by no means small."

"And what about these bullshit warrior clans who call themselves prestigious families?"

"Not only have they not done a damn thing, they're occupying several of the safest areas in all of Jianghai City."

"They don't even lack for anything, yet they've shamelessly embezzled a large amount of aid supplies airdropped by the government."

"After taking so many benefits, it would be one thing if they didn't provide a bite of food or a place to rest for the victims."

"But now... now they even want to steal the doctors the common people need to stay alive?"

"Compared to this Qiu Family, the Jiang Family—who usually didn't do anything decent but ended up nearly wiped out to resist the tsunami—are like living Buddhas!"

Teacher Wang Jin cursed with heart-wrenching intensity.

But,

nothing changed.

Suddenly,

Teacher Wang Jin abruptly realized

that in the entire emergency hall,

it seemed that besides her,

no one else was speaking.

None of the injured

were letting out painful wails like they were just a moment ago.

It was too quiet.