A number of people were drawn by the sound and saw a middle-aged Indian uncle in a purple T-shirt being carried on the back of an anxious-looking young man. It was visible to the naked eye that there was a steel rod as thick as a finger stuck in the Indian uncle's back, and blood was trickling out of the ripped wound, turning his clothes a deep purple, only to be quickly washed away by the heavy rain.
Gu Ji glanced around but didn't see any emergency personnel wearing white coats or reflective rescue vests.
"Where are the medical personnel?"
"Sir, the medical personnel were just transferred to the hospital to handle critical patients, there is no one available now!"
"At least one should have been left behind! Fatima, contact the command post and send more medical personnel to the North District!"
Gu Ji glared, but the government office worker showed no sign of guilt or apology and even rolled his eyes, seeming completely unconcerned about the lives of the refugees.
