Still, if the treatment were delayed and the injured student died, there would be no turning back.
Pushing that thought to the forefront of his mind, Rafayel broke into a sprint toward the collapsed student.
"Um, excuse me! Please let me through!"
He struggled to push his way past the crowd of onlooking students, finally managing to reach the fallen student.
"I'll handle the treatment," he announced.
"Who... are you?" asked the student who was holding the injured one.
But there was no time to waste arguing—every second of delay could worsen the situation.
"I'll explain later. Just please let me see him," Rafayel insisted.
The other student who are still wary, narrowed his eyes. "I've never seen anyone like you before. You look suspicious. Why should I let someone like you touch him?"
Logically, it made sense to be cautious—but Rafayel couldn't help but bristle at the comment.
"Then are you okay with him dying?" he snapped, his words more threatening than intended.
