Chapter 583: Miracle Under the Shadowless Lamp

The air in Bazhaixiang was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the damp, earthy smell of the mine. Chaos was a living entity, a swirling vortex of groans, shouts, and the frantic shuffling of feet. At its center, Ling Ran stood as the eye of the storm, his calm a stark, unnerving contrast to the bedlam around him. “Tourniquet on number three, note the time. Number seven, chest wound, looks like a tension pneumothorax. Zuo Cidian, needle decompression, now. Lu Wenbin, prepare for chest...