Most importantly, in Zhao Gang's current condition, he absolutely couldn't withstand a second round of torment during transport.
On the other side of the stretcher, Master Sun and Lin Yue were just as at a loss.
Both of them were wearing white coats, clearly called over in a rush to help.
The scarred man turned his head and glared at Master Sun:
"Old man, the doctor just said you're the best at Bone Setting in the physiotherapy department. Think of something!"
Master Sun pushed up the reading glasses on his nose; his thin, bony hand hovered over Zhao Gang's lower back for a long time without coming down.
His brows knitted into the character "川", and he muttered under his breath nonstop:
"This is bad, this is bad… a burst fracture, bone fragments have entered the spinal canal. If the manual reduction is off by even a hair, we're basically pushing him into a wheelchair…"
Lin Yue stood to the side, gripping the CT film in his hand, face pale:
