A group of people, anxious and flustered upon seeing the ambulance and medical staff, hurriedly rushed over, afraid of being half a second too slow.
"Quick! Save our Commander! His head has been hurting continuously!"
Among the cries, Abulaxi's bodyguards swiftly placed him on a stretcher.
At this time.
The most agitated person was, of course, Abulaxi's private doctor.
As the saying goes, serving a leader is like accompanying a tiger.
Healing him is duty, failing to do so is negligence, but if the treatment leads to his death, that warrants a beheading.
Having tried everything but still unable to cure Abulaxi, how could the doctor not be burning with anxiety?
If the medicine administered was inappropriate and aggravated the condition, that would be even more troublesome.
"I am the Commander's personal physician, he drank excessively at noon, and suddenly suffered a headache!"
