The helicopter landed on a flat surface, and as Zhongli Wuzhi sat inside, he spotted Lu Xiaoer...
He was stunned, taking a long ti to co back to his senses. This Lu Xiaoer, with a face covered in dirt and sweat yet showing a gentle smile, was soone he had never seen before.
Gentle, then skilled; tired, but then determined.
From the mont the helicopter hovered over that cellar until it found a clear spot to land, his gaze was fixed on her, watching her move tirelessly back and forth within the disaster scene, her hair, tied back, now unintentionally coming loose...
"Mr. Zhongli, you can get off the helicopter now."
Zhongli Wuzhi wore a military uniform and a cap, after all, coming to a disaster zone wasn’t suitable for wearing suits and shoes, nor was there need for airs and graces.
As he got off the helicopter and was about to head toward Lu Xiaoer, he heard a loud shout from the opposite direction,
"Is there anyone who can help? We have casualties here!"
Without much thought, Zhongli Wuzhi ran over. A civilian woman was moving stones; her husband was trapped underneath,
"I found him, I found him!"
Now as night deepened, the earthquake area had temporary lighting set up, intermittently providing light amidst areas of pitch darkness.
Many of the affected residents were holding flashlights, searching for their loved ones.
As soon as Zhongli Wuzhi arrived, the woman grabbed him, "Help , help !"
He didn’t speak, but he had already assessed the situation and imdiately started to help the woman move the stones!
"Husband!"
The man’s body was trapped under a slab in a triangular prism. Zhongli Wuzhi grabbed two young n to help lift the heavy stone, and the man was finally rescued, but his legs had been under pressure for so long they were badly mangled.
The woman sobbed loudly!
Yet her cries were mixed with the relief of a narrow escape and the joy of regained what was lost.
Zhongli Wuzhi was already drenched in sweat, he didn’t even have ti to turn his head to look for Lu Xiaoer before two people dragged him forward to continue digging people out!
Ti passed much faster than he anticipated.
And it was also far crueler than he had imagined.
Forty-eight hours of crucial earthquake rescue ti passed, and after this period, hope dwindled and despair and depression grew.
The sky started to show the first light.
Zhongli Wuzhi was working with a rescue team to save a family of three from a collapsed building.
By the ti they were all rescued, it was broad daylight!
During that ti, he didn’t know how many casualties he had helped the dical team load onto ambulances.
No one asked his na or which unit he was from; everyone seed the sa, rushing to places needing help or being pulled away.
In February in Dongheng, the nights were really cold, with a portion of the casualties they rescued dying directly from the cold.
By nine in the morning, the sun only began to bring a hint of warmth.
The dical and rescue personnel had exhaustion written all over their faces.
There were many rescuers and endless supplies flowing into the disaster area—more than any previous disaster.
But in the face of such imnse catastrophe and sorrow, no amount of people seed enough, and no amount of supplies seed adequate.
From the mont Zhongli Wuzhi disembarked from the helicopter until now, twelve hours had passed, and he finally earned a short break. His teammates from last night brought him two stead buns and a bottle of milk,
"Eat sothing, refill your energy, then we can continue."
Zhongli Wuzhi took a bite of the stead bun and was montarily lost... staring at the devastated land with the white bun in hand...
Quickly regaining his senses, he imdiately stood up and began searching around!
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