There's still hope if he's alive.

The woman continued sobbing, her body drenched in blood as she crawled on the ground with pleading eyes toward those standing by the car. Someone had already called an ambulance, but this remote location would delay their arrival.

Through her wails Zhang Yang identified the trapped man inside as her husband.

"This won't be easy - it's jammed too tight, we can't open doors without tools," someone muttered.

"He's pinned so hard that moving him might flip the car and cause more damage."

"If only the fire department was here! They could get him out for sure."

The crowd discussed quietly not out of indifference but helplessness. The sedan had tilted sideways between two trucks, its driver's door crumpled inward. Everyone knew sudden movement would worsen injuries, so despite the woman's anguished cries, nobody acted.

Zhang Yang furrowed his brows slightly as he assessed the situation. The rear-facing driver's seat occupied a precarious position - lowering it carelessly might cause secondary injury or even death. Wait for firefighters? Too late already. This man was bleeding heavily and time was critical.

"Long Feng, come help me!"

Desperate to save lives, Zhang Yang abandoned caution. Long Feng immediately joined him with silent determination while Long Cheng also approached to assist.

"Just hold the car steady while I open this door," he instructed.

Opening doors by brute force risked destabilizing the entire structure. But without tools...

"You can't budge it! Stop wasting energy!" someone advised.

"The metal's deformed, impossible to move."

"Holding up a vehicle is insanity!"

Undeterred, Long Feng braced beneath the car as Zhang Yang prepared to act.

"Thank you all for caring," Zhang Yang smiled politely. To ordinary people, lifting two thousand pounds seemed impossible - yet...

"Please save my husband!" she begged again.

Zhang Yang noted her bandaged wounds but otherwise stable condition from a passenger seat impact.

"You're safe. We'll rescue him," Long Cheng assured the woman.

"I'm ready."

With a nod, Zhang Yang gripped the door, carefully supporting the trapped man to avoid further injury. The crowd snickered and shook heads - foolish or crazy?

Then came a metallic screech as doors creaked open under his force. The adjacent truck trembled slightly but held steady thanks to Long Feng's strength.

The sound grew louder as Zhang Yang pried wider, the door tearing like flesh from metal itself. Gasps erupted when he ripped off entire panels, revealing deformed frames and impossible flexibility that left onlookers gaping in disbelief.

"Two minutes later," Zhang Yang freed the driver from twisted wreckage with superhuman precision, delicately removing anything obstructing his escape - seats, dashboard components all crumpling under his touch like tofu.

When the man emerged amidst stunned applause, Zhang Yang ignored the praise. Vital signs remained critical: excessive blood loss, multiple fractures, splenic rupture, internal bleeding, cerebral hemorrhage...

Inserting silver needles regardless of onlookers' reactions, he first sealed major wounds before targeting abdominal injuries through meridians to prevent fatal internal pooling.

Ten minutes passed with trembling needles marking progress until medical professionals finally arrived. After carefully removing his life-saving tools, Zhang Yang watched as paramedics loaded both victims onto stretchers.

Emergency vehicles had been gridlocked in traffic - hence the delayed response. With police clearing lanes at last, their convoy sped toward the hospital before disappearing entirely from witnesses' sightlines much to their dismay and admiration for the nameless savior who vanished like a ghost.

Back on a minibus, an elderly man simply smiled as he watched the accident site with knowing approval, nodding silently over his own private revelation.