Not far from the brigade headquarters was the clinic.
By the time Zhao Jun and Tao Dabao arrived, the small clinic was already swarming with people, both inside and out.
Seeing Tao Dabao approach, the crowd greeted him and parted to clear a path.
Zhao Jun followed Tao Dabao inside, but he didn't hear the agonized screams he was expecting.
Aside from the onlookers and the clinic doctor, there was just one man in a tattered, cotton-padded jacket, sitting on a long bench and wiping away his tears.
He sat sideways on the long bench with one leg propped up. His pant leg was rolled up, revealing a badly swollen ankle.
'He must be the victim, but it doesn't look that serious.'
"What's going on here?" Tao Dabao came in, took a look around, and realized the situation wasn't what he'd imagined. He turned to ask the onlookers.
