The emergency room is further ahead of the intensive care area. The lonely small tent looks crumbling under the blowing of the storm, but the pale lights inside are frighteningly bright, projecting the busy figures of emergency personnel. Two bodyguards in raincoats stood guard at the door, watching the surroundings with vigilant eyes, and immediately walked over to expel any idlers who tried to approach.
Han Zhuoyu took a few steps and then stopped. A faint voice came from inside the tent, "Cardiac arrest, inject 0.5mg epinephrine, artificial respiration, move quickly..."
The medical staff assisting from the side followed their words, and the silhouettes projected on the tent became messy.
A sharp hiss came from the heart monitor, and the warm body of the injured gradually cooled down. The attending doctor still did not give up and shouted loudly, "Prepare the defibrillator! The first time is 200j... the second time is 300j... the third time is 360j..."
After three electric shocks, the heart monitor still screamed.
The upright figure of the attending doctor bent down, looked at his watch, and announced in a tired and deep voice, "Anonymous, male, about 25 years old, died at 3:17 am on July 23, 201x. Send him to Let's go to the morgue."
Putting down the recording board, covering the deceased with a white cloth and plastic film, the medical staff pushed the hospital bed and ran towards the morgue in the distance.
The figure standing under the shadowless lamp immediately stood up straight and shouted loudly, "Send the next wounded in, hurry up!" He shouted three times in a row but no one responded. He opened the curtain and stared blankly at the night sky filled with heavy rain—who is outside? nothing.
The fact that there were no casualties happened to be a breather for the exhausted medical staff, but they didn't think it was a good thing. This means that more people died than were saved. If possible, they would rather not stop for 24 hours.
The heavy rain washed away the mottled blood on the ground, but it couldn't wash away the breath of death mixed in the cool raindrops. The doctor wiped his face and slowly took off his mask, revealing a forbearance of sadness on his face. How many people die on the operating table today? How many people died before they were on the operating table? He couldn't figure it out.
Han Zhuoyu also knew that after he closed the door of the operating room, many people must have lost their lives in the hopeless waiting, but he is a human being, not a god, and he only has one pair of hands, so he cannot save everyone.
A strong sense of powerlessness surged into his heart, he waved at the two bodyguards who were about to come over to say hello, turned and left, passing by the medical care area, he bumped into Shao Yichen who was stepping out of the door.
"Are you injured?" There was worry hidden in the young man's flat tone.
"No, I'll help Cao Wangyang get some relics. I'm in charge of the logistics now. The deceased who have been identified will be cremated as soon as possible after obtaining the consent of their family members. You know, the weather is hot and humid now, and epidemics are prone to occur." Shao Yichen raised his eyebrows. Yang held a blood-stained schoolbag in his hand.
Han Zhuoyu still remembered the boy he failed to save, his eyes dimmed.
"Young Master Han, that's not your fault." Shao Yichen patted the young man on the shoulder.
Han Zhuoyu nodded, cheered up and asked, "300 million funds, how much did you use?"
"About 100 million. It takes time to buy supplies and send them to the disaster area. If you donate the money directly, I don't think the money will be realized." Thinking of the goddaughter of a person in charge of the Red Cross Society of Country C, who wanted to show off her wealth online behavior, Shao Yichen laughed mockingly.
"The remaining funds are all used to raise mobile operating rooms and artificial plasma. I estimate that within a few hours, the blood bank in SC Province will be exhausted. Without enough blood and portable medical equipment, many people who should have survived People will die too." The young man's brows were furrowed with worry.
"Okay, I'll call someone to prepare immediately. After this disaster, the mobile operating room and artificial plasma produced by Han's Medical Company will definitely receive a large number of orders. I plan to prepare for the listing in two months, and it will be made up within half a year." This time it’s a loss.” Shao Yichen calculated the gains and losses, met the young man’s clear eyes and quickly bowed his head to apologize, “I’m sorry, Young Master Han, I’m a businessman, and I’m used to thinking about problems from the perspective of profit.” He never thought that his moral level was low, but Compared with his own boss, it's so vulgar to the dust.
"Don't apologize to me, I should thank you. Without you, I must be a poor man now, because I can only spend money, not make money. After so many years, I have worked hard." The worry between the youth's eyebrows disappeared, and a trace of warmth.
"No, the one who should say thank you is me..." because you gave me a chance to be born again. Before he finished speaking, the young man had waved his hands and walked away, and a crisp sound had conveyed Shao Yichen's unspoken deep gratitude into his mind.
Shao Yichen stared blankly at the tall and straight figure of the young man going away, feeling as if he had passed away. When he was carrying tens of millions of debts and lingering on his last breath, he absolutely never imagined that he would be as lucky as he is today. Working for youth brought him wealth, dignity, fame, and also brought him a sense of happiness and responsibility that he never had before.
He once worried that he could not teach his daughter alone, but under his own influence, his daughter aimed at Young Master Han. She knew how to be self-reliant, self-reliant, motivated, and helpful at a young age, no worse than children from healthy families.
Apart from working harder for Young Master Han, he couldn't find any other way to repay this great kindness. He didn't leave in a hurry with his schoolbag until the figure of the young man disappeared completely in the rain.
"Young Master Han, I'll take you to the boss's tent." A bodyguard following Han Zhuoyu whispered. Their task this time is to personally protect the world's most sought-after medical scientist. The intelligence organizations of an unknown number of countries have targeted previously unknown youths.
"Thank you for your hard work today, go back and rest." Han Zhuoyu warmly thanked him, and when he got into the tent, he found that Lei Ting hadn't returned yet. Two camp beds were pushed together, a thin quilt was folded neatly, and two suitcases were placed on a shelf to protect it from water running over the ground. He walked over, took out a towel from the suitcase, wiped himself with a bucket of cold water in the corner, changed into dry clothes and lay down on the bed.
The howling wind blew the metal pipes supporting the tent, and the incandescent lamps hanging from the top swayed from side to side, dazzling people's eyes. Han Zhuoyu turned sideways and slowly fell asleep...
The ground cracked, the building collapsed, the young man stood in the smoky ruins, and every step he took, he could see a broken and incomplete corpse. A dying person crawled over and grabbed his ankle, spitting out the three words 'help me' with difficulty from the mouth that was constantly gushing blood.
Knowing how to love and be loved, how to accept and give, how to face difficulties instead of shrinking in a hard shell, facing the same terrible dream, young people can no longer stand on the sidelines. He knelt down and tried to save the wounded from dying, but found that there was nothing he could do. The sky darkened, and only one person was left breathing in the whole world. Loneliness and despair condensed into a cold liquid and swallowed him whole. He struggled to resist, and in a trance, he heard a warm and pleasant voice, leading him to the only light in the dark night sky.
With one step on the ground, he fell into the abyss that suddenly appeared.
Han Zhuoyu's body trembled, he woke up from the nightmare, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Lei Ting's handsome face close at hand. His hair was wet, the camouflage uniform on his body was filthy, and the water-filled fabric looked extremely heavy.
"Having a nightmare? It's okay, I'm here." Holding the half-sit up young man into his arms, the man gently patted his stiff back.
I am here, what a familiar sentence, no matter how many difficulties he encounters, he will always appear by his side in time, supporting and protecting himself unconditionally. Han Zhuoyu hugged his lover's thin waist tightly, only feeling that at this moment, this wet and cold embrace is the only harbor where he can stay with peace of mind.
"Many people died today, and I failed to save them." The young man's voice was hoarse after exhaustion.
"It's not your fault, you have tried your best. Don't let despair and depression affect your emotions, there are still many people waiting for us to save!" With his fingers inserted into his lover's hair, Lei Ting said seriously.
"I know." The weakness in the youth's eyes was immediately replaced by determination.
"I'll help you change your clothes, it's all wet." Letting go of his lover, Lei Ting took out a clean shirt and helped him put it on, then quickly wiped himself with a handkerchief, and changed into a dry camouflage uniform.
"Put on your shoes. Aftershocks can happen here at any time. A destructive earthquake takes only 12 seconds on average from the time a person feels the vibration to when the building is destroyed. These 12 seconds are too precious to be wasted wearing shoes, even if you are trapped in a tent. There may also be dangers, the twisted and broken steel bars will become a deadly weapon, and the fleeing crowd may step on you. Besides, it is raining outside and the ground is full of gravel, so bare feet are easy to get hurt." Bian said While putting on shoes for his lover, Lei Ting spread out the thin quilt and lay down.
The two embraced tightly, drawing strength from each other, and a ray of warmth flowed in the humid air.
Lei Ting only slept for two hours before rushing to the rescue site. The thunder has subsided, but the torrential rain has not stopped. At five o'clock in the morning, the sky is dark but there is no light at all.
Han Zhuoyu couldn't sleep, and ran towards the medical care area with an umbrella, followed by several bodyguards guarding outside the tent.
"Is there any wounded here?" He grabbed a staff member and asked.
"No, no one has been sent over after 3:30." The staff shook their heads sadly.
The lights in the emergency room were still on, but there were no moving silhouettes inside. Han Zhuoyu wiped off the drops of water on his face and walked towards the intensive care unit. The nurses kept spraying disinfectant and irradiating with ultraviolet light. The wounded who have undergone surgery have not shown any infection so far.
After greeting several family members who stood outside all night without sleep, Han Zhuoyu walked towards the minor injury care area. He always has to find something to do to make himself feel at ease.
There were many wounded people lying in the huge one-piece tent, and several nurses were sitting in the corner, having already fallen asleep with their heads tilted, their pale skin accentuating the thick black and blue under their eyes. 150 people have to save a county with a population of 80,000. They are really tired.
Han Zhuoyu didn't wake them up, and paced between the beds. After he walked by, a small figure sneaked up and rushed into the heavy rain.
The bodyguard immediately went after him.
This is an eight-nine-year-old girl with a small cut in her ear, gauze wrapped around her arm, and her big eyes filled with tears.
"Where are you going?" Han Zhuoyu took the little girl from the bodyguard and asked softly.
"I'm going to save my mother. She's not dead, I heard her calling me!" the little girl said choked up, and pulled the young man's strong arm vigorously.
"Doctor Han, you caught her? That's great!" The two nurses who chased after hearing the noise heaved a sigh of relief, and whispered the little girl's life experience in the young man's ear.
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The little girl came from a single-parent family. Her father left the country after divorce. Her mother raised her alone. She rented a two-story building with a shop on the side of the street. The little girl was on her way to school when the earthquake struck and escaped unharmed, but her mother was buried in the shop. Rescuers scanned the ruins with life detectors and confirmed that there was no life response. Due to the shortage of manpower, they can only run towards the place where there is life response, and save as many people who are struggling to die as possible.
But the little girl stubbornly believed that her mother must still be alive, and she heard her mother calling herself in her ear. How is this possible
"Uncle, it's true! I really heard it! Please go and save my mother!" Although Han Zhuoyu blocked the distress signal, Han Zhuoyu couldn't refuse the little girl's eyes full of tears and hope.
"Uncle will help you." Taking the raincoat from the bodyguard and putting it on for the little girl, the young man picked her up and strode into the rain.
In any case, he must work hard for this glimmer of hope.
The author has something to say: it's almost over, I have to release the last few chapters slowly, so I can't double update.