Eric Vaughn was full of fighting spirit. He clenched his fists, stood up, and patted off the dirt stuck to his clothes. With his head held high, he strode confidently toward the gathered crowd.
"Step aside, all of you! I'm a doctor, and I'm here to… save a life."
The people forming a circle instinctively parted, creating a passage for him. Eric walked in with his head held high, stepping into the center of the crowd.
Lying on the ground was an elderly man with graying hair, his eyes shut tight as he lay unconscious. His breathing was growing weaker by the second, he looked as though he was on the verge of death.
"A doctor? Who's the doctor? Where is he?"
The middle-aged man kneeling beside the old man sprang to his feet at the mention of a doctor. He looked around anxiously, but after scanning the crowd, he saw no one who fit the part.
Eric Vaughn stepped forward confidently. "No need to look around—I'm the doctor."
