Chapter 582: The Shock of the Grassroots

The final fifty kilometers to Bazhaixiang were not paved with asphalt but with a jarring testament to neglect. The modified Iveco, despite its robust suspension, bucked and swayed like a small boat in a storm. Inside, the neatly secured medical equipment rattled a constant, low-frequency protest. Zuo Cidian gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white, his usual affable expression replaced by a mask of intense concentration. “Are we there yet?” Lu Wenbin grumbled from the back, wedging...