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While the two were talking, Li Chengyuan, who had learned that the ambulance had returned, walked out of the surgical clinic to get ready to depart. His strides were neither hurried nor slow, and as he brushed past Xin Yanjun and the others, he turned his head and continued the conversation from last night, "Should I take these two out with me for a bit to see how the surgical department receives patients?"

The persistent fellow, Xin Yanjun glanced at his face from the corner of her eye, understanding what he was up to, and responded, "Sure, let them go with you, and let's see how much better your surgical department is compared to our internal medicine."

Li Chengyuan stopped in his tracks, seemingly not expecting her to agree so readily.

He only remembered her being adamant last night, refusing his suggestion with no room for negotiation. Yet tonight, a casual mention had turned into a done deal. Could it be that she had learned something? Li Chengyuan's eyes narrowed slightly.

"What, are you afraid of them tagging along?" Xin Yanjun raised her eyebrows at him.

Afraid of what? What is there to fear as a doctor? Especially as a surgeon, what gruesome scenes haven't been seen? Li Chengyuan turned back around, saying to the two medical interns, "As your Teacher Xin said, come with me."

Following the latest instructions from their teacher, Xie Wanying and Yue Wentong set out once more, heading back to the ambulance.

Li Chengyuan went alone to the passenger seat of the driver's cabin, walking with a relaxed demeanor, as if perfectly at ease sitting in the ambulance, showing no signs of urgency.

To be honest, Teacher Li's relaxed manner left others in the dark about the situation. Within the whole ambulance, only Li Chengyuan knew the patient's condition in advance; the others hadn't learned about it since returning to the hospital.

Teacher Li wasn't in a rush like Teacher Xin, leaving Xie Wanying and Yue Wentong to speculate internally that perhaps the patient they were going to fetch was in stable condition.

In no time, the ambulance was back on the road, racing from the emergency department, although the traffic jam persisted. Traffic in a big city rarely clears before eleven or midnight. At this moment, an "unexpected" situation arose. Just at the first traffic jam point, a police car followed by a sedan came alongside the ambulance and turned around. The driver of the sedan poked his head out of the window to shout at the medical personnel in the ambulance, "Are you the doctors here to rescue someone from our construction site?"

"Yes," the driver of the ambulance replied, "Are you from the construction site?"

"Yes, we're the vehicle sent by the site; follow me," the sedan driver shouted to them.

Unlike at school, this time, the injured person's unit had specially sent someone to lead them on the road.

Oddly, if it were that urgent, why didn't they drive the injured directly to the hospital themselves? They probably didn't dare. Ordinary people wouldn't dare to casually move an injured person, fearing that improper movement would cause further harm. Regardless, with someone leading the way, it was like the ambulance was taking a shortcut. The driver initially estimated the journey would take forty minutes, but with a swoosh, the accelerator floored, they reached the construction site in twenty minutes.

The construction site in the night was brightly lit, with the ongoing project bustling around the clock. A banner hung on the construction site's wall, red with white lettering proclaiming: Safety Production, Life First, Quality First. Below it, a note indicated the site was a subsidiary unit of Guoneng Group.

The big letters of Guoneng Group reminded Xie Wanying of the legends about the medical school's benefactor. Her hand unconsciously touched the phone donated by the benefactor. Rescuing people right at the benefactor's location was a significant responsibility.