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I lowered my head and, as the other person instructed, threw away the axe in my hand.

Bang!

The iron gate of the kindergarten behind us closed at that moment.

"Ah!" The kid who snatched my backpack fell to the ground screaming, and was taken inside shortly afterward.

"What's in your backpack?" the man who held the knife to my neck asked.

"Food," I said truthfully.

"Take it down and give it to me," the other person said.

I frowned and didn't do as he said.

Seeing my hesitation, he tightened the knife against my neck and roared, "Give it to me!"

I closed my eyes, suppressing my anger, and took off the backpack from my back. The other person snatched it and threw it to someone else.

The other party said, "I'm giving you a chance now. Turn around, leave this place, and don't come back. Otherwise, I won't let you off easily, understand?"

I closed my eyes, my left leg wound throbbing slightly, and asked, "Can we talk?"

"No." The other party refused decisively.

"Ah!" At this moment, the scream of the kid from before came from inside the house. It was clear that none of them could cure his foot.

I looked up and saw the other person. They looked to be around thirty years old, with dust on their cheeks and a very tired appearance.

A moment later, the screams from inside the house grew even louder.

The man in front of him frowned and said to the man beside him, "Tell him to be quiet."

I stared at the other person and said, "I think we really can talk."

"I told you, there's no room for negotiation," the other person said, assuming I wanted my backpack back.

I shook my head and said seriously, "I'm not talking about the backpack, I'm talking about that kid. He twisted his ankle. If he doesn't get treatment in time, it could cause internal bleeding. If it's even more serious and becomes a fracture, his foot will become necrotic and cause all sorts of diseases. At that point, you won't be able to save him even if you want to."

The other person looked at me, struggle in their eyes, and sneered, "Why should I listen to you? Who do you think you are, a doctor? Or a nurse?"

I stared at him, my expression unchanged, and said, "I am just a doctor."

The other person squinted, "You think I'll believe you just because you say things like that? That kind of trick..."

“If you don’t believe me, you can go through my backpack. There’s my ID card and my white coat inside. My name is Lu Xiaonan, and my name is on the white coat. And I can tell you, the backpack that kid is carrying is mine. It’s full of medicine, gauze, and surgical instruments. If I weren’t a doctor, why would I be carrying all that stuff?” I said, staring at him.

His eyes began to show suspicion, and his hand holding the knife started to loosen. This was a good sign, indicating that he was beginning to believe what I said.

He said to the person next to him, "Search his bag and find his ID card and white coat!"

The man next to me opened his bag, pulled out my white coat and ID card, and said, "What he said is true. His name is indeed Lu Xiaonan, and it is his ID card and his name is on the white coat."

"Give it to me." He held out his hand, and the other person handed me my ID card and white coat.

He held up his ID card and compared it to mine, frowning slightly, and said, "But I still don't believe it. What if this is just a trick of yours? Unless you can produce some evidence."

I rolled my eyes, feeling helpless. Evidence? What evidence could I possibly have? Was I supposed to show you my own leg injury?

"Ah!" The kid's scream came from inside again.

I looked at the guy in front of me and said, "I don't know how to prove it to you, but I do know that the kid inside has a dislocated shoulder. If it's not reset, it won't get better. Also, I have some painkillers in my backpack called ibuprofen. You can have someone take one out for him to take, that will relieve the pain."

Upon hearing this, the other person promptly ran inside and gave him a pill.

"Are you really a doctor?" the other person asked.

Hearing this, I breathed a sigh of relief; the other person already believed me.

“That’s right, I really am a doctor. I can go in and heal him right now. And if you don’t believe me, you can keep the knife to my neck. If I do anything outrageous, you can just cut me with the knife, okay?” I said seriously.

Even though he took the medicine, the boy was still in a lot of pain and kept panting.

The man in front of him seemed hesitant. He glanced at the room and said, "Fine, but if you dare to do anything underhanded, I'll kill you on the spot, understand? Don't think I haven't killed before!"

Seeing the decisiveness in his eyes, I nodded and said, "I know, let's go in then."

"You go first, I'll follow behind you," the other person said.

I nodded, stood up from the ground, and went into the house. As soon as I entered, I saw several children in the house.

As for the kid who stole my backpack, he was leaning against the corner of the wall, clutching his leg and gasping for breath.

“Let’s begin,” said the person behind me.

I nodded, squatted down, and took off the boy's shoes and socks. A strong smell of foot odor wafted out, and several children covered their noses and ran to the side, while the adults around also frowned.

I remained expressionless, staring at his dislocated ankle, and said, "Bear with it, it's going to hurt a lot."

The boy who snatched the bag nodded.

I pinched his ankle and realized that he had an internal ankle dislocation, a very common type of dislocation.

To distract him, I asked, "Can I ask you a question? What's your name?"

He glanced at me and said, "Zhang Zhihao..."

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