"Even if we didn't encounter them, they would still become hostages threatening others." Xu Xingguang calmly asked Ying Ziyao, "Even if we went down there, could they really survive?"
Ying Ziyao stared at the bloodstains on the five people, clearly seeing that their injuries were severe.
The old woman was bleeding excessively, barely able to stand. She was only forced to stand due to the gun behind her.
Ying Ziyao knew Xu Xingguang's words made a lot of sense.
He was a doctor, but he wasn't a living saint, not so kind-hearted as to persuade Xu Xingguang to get off the bus with him to save some unrelated civilians.
If he really did that, it wouldn't be kindness, but stupidity.
Ying Ziyao frowned deeply, subconsciously relying on Xu Xingguang as the mainstay, asking her, "Then what should we do? We can't just drive through them, right?"
