The crowd was mortified. Their faces burned, and they felt as if they had just been slapped hard.
But they couldn't get angry—or if they did, it could only be at themselves.
'This whole thing is just too humiliating!'
Zhao Yuan was clearly trying to save a life. It was one thing that they couldn't help, but they had actually mistaken him for a murderer. Thankfully, they were stopped before doing anything rash. Otherwise, they would have delayed the injured man's treatment and become murderers themselves.
A wave of lingering fear washed over them. At the same time, their hearts filled with both gratitude and guilt toward Zhao Yuan. They wanted to apologize, but they were afraid of distracting him from treating the patient, so they swallowed the words on the tips of their tongues.
