The Guardian's Sword

Listening to the discussion and criticism of the people around him, Sean was
unfazed.

Also worried, Zander leaned over and asked, "Commander, is this man badly
hurt? Can you treat him?"

Sean had finished examining his wounds.

He looked at Zander and the people around him and said, "Don't worry. The
man’s injuries aren't serious. It's just that a major artery in his leg was nicked by
the motorcycle wreckage. He's unconscious due to sudden impact and massive
blood loss. Just stop the bleeding in time and give him some time to recover, and
he'll be fine. He'll wake up naturally.”

Sean started the treatment after saying this, but the people around him looked
doubtful. The traffic policeman also looked suspiciously at Sean, and his face
was full of distrust.

"Do you know medicine? Are you a doctor?" The traffic policeman asked.

"I know medicine, but I'm not a doctor..." Sean answered.

He meant he was not a professional doctor who worked in a hospital.

However, when he heard Sean say he was not a doctor, the traffic policeman
immediately yelled, "You're not a doctor. Why pull such a stunt? What if you
make his injuries worse?"

The old men and women around him also persuaded Sean, "Young man, you're
kind, but good intentions go wrong sometimes."

"Yeah, you'd better leave him alone until the ambulance arrives."

"You're not a doctor or the one who hit him. Why are you so eager to heal him?
What do you want? What if you kill him? I'll see what you're going to do!”

The sarcastic comments upset Zander.

Zander lost his temper.

"Shut up! My boss is treating the man. You can't help anyway. What's all this
fuss? All you do is cause chaos! If anyone says one more word, I won't go easy
on you!" Zander said and rolled up his sleeve, revealing his strong muscles.
The surrounding crowd of onlookers instantly shut up at this.

The people who were filming got more excited now.

Sean ignored what was going on around him and focused on treating the
wounded man.

His left hand lifted the injured man’s thigh, and his right hand pressed hard on a
certain acupoint above the wound. The blood that had just been flowing out
instantly stopped!

Then Sean released his left hand to rip off the front of his top. He tied the man's
thigh wound with one hand and tightened it.

All the while, Sean kept his right hand pressed on the acupoint above the injured
man’s wound.

The acupoint compressed the major arteries of the legs, temporarily blocking the
blood vessels. This way, it could effectively stop the blood loss, but Sean could
not press on it forever. It was why he tore off a piece of cloth and tied it around
the man's thigh as a rope, putting a tight strangle on the blood vessels in his
thigh, which could also help stop the bleeding.

The wounded man’s blood loss was finally resolved.

Everyone was quiet, watching Sean and the wounded man.

After about two minutes, the injured man lying on the ground in a coma slowly
woke up.

"He woke up! He woke up! He's awake!”

"This young man is really capable!"

"How amazing. Even a professional doctor wouldn't be able to do that."

The crowd of onlookers had been sarcastic and belittled Sean, but now their
attitude had taken a 180-degree turn.

Everyone was praising Sean.

The traffic policeman was relieved as he said to Sean, "You're just lucky. If you
keep doing this, you're going to get into trouble one day."