"Miss Xiao Qiao, Mr. President, the situation is not very good now. I'd better escort you back to the city first," Zhang Bo proposed.
When Yun Qiao heard this, she became anxious: "What do you mean the situation is not good? He was still alive and kicking last night."
Well, the word alive and kicking may not be very appropriate to describe Gong Sheng.
But last night in the tent, when he kissed himself, that strong arm could hold him up for hours.
Why did things go wrong all of a sudden
is it hurt or
Zhang Bo hesitated to speak: "He, Miss Qiao, if he knew you were in such a dangerous place, he would definitely criticize me for not taking good care of you. He would definitely feel distressed."
Seeing Zhang Bo just not talking about the main point, Yun Qiao was about to die of anxiety.
Her small face sank: "Uncle Zhang, if you don't take me to see him, I will criticize you first. When I criticize people, I use my fists."
As he spoke, he really waved his little fist.
For some reason, the group of stray dogs in the distance saw Yun Qiao waving his fist at Uncle Zhang, and they seemed to regard Uncle Zhang as a bad person, barking at Uncle Zhang together, as if they were supporting Yun Qiao.
Zhang Bo couldn't laugh or cry
However, he could also see that Yun Qiao's determination had come.
He sighed helplessly: "Okay, then I will take you to see the President at the risk of being punished. Miss Qiao, get in the car."
Yun Qiao got into Zhang Bo's jeep and drove to the center of the earthquake.
Zhang Bo's car is a water tanker. He just brought a lot of pure water from outside and brought it back for emergency use for the rescued 27 elementary school students.
Driving all the way to the epicenter, what Yun Qiao saw was not as picturesque as before.
Large areas of collapsed villages and destroyed farmland, as well as countless broken trees and collapsed rocks
The jeep almost fell into the cracks of the earthquake several times, which made Zhang Bo infinitely regret bringing Yun Qiao in. If something happened to Miss Xiao Qiao, the President would have to destroy him
Finally, the car arrived at the elementary school where Gong Sheng was.
The children were all rescued, and several teachers were trapped inside.
The children are small in size and flexible in body, so the chances of being rescued are much higher.
But the teachers first gave up the chance of survival to the children, and second, it was indeed more difficult for adults to escape. These teachers were all crushed by the beams of the house or had their legs broken by stones, and they were buried deep in the collapsed ruins , it is very difficult to pull them out, and even the rescuers dare not move them casually, for fear that if they move, the fractured part of the opponent's body will be pierced into an important large blood vessel
The rescue team is still working hard, and many search and rescue dogs are also jumping up and down, looking for the breath of survivors buried in the ruins of the classroom.
In the distance, Yun Qiao anxiously searched for Gong Sheng's figure, but the rescuers were all wearing the same clothes, and she scanned around for several times but did not see the man's familiar back.
Instead, when the jeep passed by a news broadcast vehicle on the side of the road, she saw the reporter standing beside the vehicle, twisted around to choose the best angle, and started the live broadcast:
"Hello everyone, this is the live broadcast of the Imperial Capital Commercial Channel. The earthquake in the western suburbs that everyone is very concerned about, our reporters came to the front line to conduct interviews without fear of hardships."
"Here, we have seen many moving pictures, even a dog is busy rescuing"
"But, in such a fiery rescue atmosphere, we heard that last night our president, Gong Sheng, almost dropped a child to death just to put on a show."