Lei Feng System

Going further in the intensive care area is the emergency room. The lonely small tent looked shaky under the storm, but the pale lights inside were bright and scary, projecting the busy figure of emergency personnel. Two bodyguards dressed in raincoats stood guard at the door, watching the surroundings with vigilant eyes, and whenever there was a miscellaneous person trying to approach, they immediately walked over and expelled.

Han Zhuoyu stopped after a few steps, and a faint voice came from inside the tent, "Cardiac arrest, inject 0.5mg of adrenaline, give artificial respiration, move faster..."

The medical staff assisting by the side did what they said, and the silhouette projected on the tent became messy.

A sharp neigh came from the heart monitor, and the warm body of the wounded gradually cooled. The attending doctor still didn't give up and shouted, "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 continued to hiss.

The attending doctor crouched down, looked at his watch, and announced in a tired and low voice, "Anonymous, male, aged about 25, died at 3:17 on July 23, 201X. Take him. Morgue."

Putting down the record board, covering the deceased with white cloth and plastic film, the medical staff pushed the bed towards the morgue in the distance.

The figure standing under the shadowless lamp immediately stood up straight and shouted, "Send the next wounded in, hurry!" After shouting three times in a row but no one responded, he opened the curtain and stared at the rainy night sky-what's outside No one.

No wounded can just let the medical staff who have been exhausted all day take a breath, but they don't think this is a good thing. This means that more people died than saved. If they can, they would rather not stop for 24 hours.

The torrential rain washed away the mottled blood on the ground, but the breath of death mixed in the cool raindrops could not be dissipated. The doctor wiped his face and slowly took off the mask, revealing a forbearing sad expression on his face. How many people died on the operating table today? How many people died before going to the operating table? He can't count it anymore.

Han Zhuoyu also knew that after he closed the door of the operating room tightly, many people must have lost their lives in hopeless waiting, but he was a human being, not a god, he had only one pair of hands and could not save everyone.

A strong sense of powerlessness surged in his mind, he waved his hand to the two bodyguards who wanted to come over to say hello, turned and left, passing by the medical care area and bumped into Shao Yichen who was stepping out of the door.

"Are you injured?" The young man's tone was secretly worried.

"No, I will help Cao Wangyang take some relics. I am now in charge of logistics. The deceased whose identity has been determined will be cremated as soon as possible after obtaining the consent of the family members. You know, the weather is hot and humid now, which is prone to epidemics." Shao Yichen said. A blood-stained schoolbag in Yang's hand.

Han Zhuoyu still remembered that young man he could not save, his eyes were dim.

"Shao Han, it's not your fault." Shao Yichen patted the young man on the shoulder.

Han Zhuoyu nodded and asked in a spirited manner, "How much did you use for 300 million yuan?"

"About 100 million yuan. It takes time to purchase supplies and then send them to the disaster area. If you donate money directly, I think that money will probably not be realized." I think of the goddaughter of a person in charge of the Red Cross Society of C. Shao Yichen mocked his behavior.

"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. There is not enough blood and portable medical equipment. Many should have survived. People will die too." The young man's frowning eyebrows were filled with anxiety.

"Okay, I will immediately call for preparations. 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 will prepare for the listing in two months and will be able to make up for it in less than half a year. This time it’s a deficit." Shao Yichen calculated the gains and losses, and greeted the youth’s clear gaze and quickly bowed his head to apologize, “I’m sorry, Shao Han, I’m a businessman and I’m used to thinking about issues from the perspective of interests.” He never thought he had a low moral level, but Compared with his own BOSS, it is vulgar to the dust.

"You don't need to apologize to me, I should thank you. Without you, I must be a pauper now, because I will only spend money but not make money. After so many years, it has been hard work." The worry between the young man's eyebrows melted, and a trace of worries appeared. warm.

"No, I should say thank you..." 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 passed Shao Yichen's unexpressed gratitude into his mind.

Shao Yichen stared at the young man's long and tall back, just as if he were a lifetime away. When he was carrying tens of millions of debts and lingering, he absolutely couldn't imagine that he could have today's luck. Working for the youth has brought him wealth, dignity, and fame, as well as an unprecedented sense of happiness and responsibility.

He was worried that he would not be able to teach his daughter alone, but his daughter targeted Han Shao under the influence of his own ears. At a young age, he knew how to be self-reliant, motivated, and help others, no worse than children from a healthy family.

Apart from working harder for Han Shao, he couldn't find any other way to repay this huge kindness. When the young man's figure completely disappeared into the rain, he hurriedly left with his schoolbag.

"Shao Han, I will take you to the BOSS's tent." A bodyguard who followed Han Zhuoyu whispered. Their mission this time is to personally protect the world's hottest medical scientist. I don’t know how many countries’ intelligence organizations have targeted previously unknown youths.

"Thanks for your hard work today, let's go back and rest." Han Zhuoyu thanked him warmly. After getting into the tent, he found that Thunder had not yet returned. Two camp beds were put together, one thinly folded neatly, and the two suitcases were placed on wooden. On the shelf to prevent it from getting wet by the water running over the ground. He walked over, took out the towel from the suitcase, wiped himself with a bucket of cold water in the corner, put on dry clothes and lay on the bed.

The howling wind blew the metal tube that supported the tent, and the incandescent lamp hanging from the top swayed from side to side, dazzling people. Han Zhuoyu turned sideways and slowly fell asleep...

The ground cracked, the building collapsed, and the young man stood in the smoke-filled ruins. Every step he took, he could see a broken body. A dying person crawled over and grabbed his ankle, spitting out the words'help me' with difficulty in his mouth that was constantly pouring blood.

Knowing how to love and being loved, how to receive and give, how to deal with difficulties instead of shrinking into a hard shell, facing the same terrible dreams, young people can no longer stand on the sidelines. He knelt down and tried to save the wounded who was dying, only to find that he could do nothing. The sky darkened, and there was only one person's breath left in the world, and loneliness and despair condensed into an icy liquid that 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 a stomping on his feet, he fell into the abyss that suddenly appeared.

Han Zhuoyu shook his body and woke up from a nightmare. When he opened his eyes, he saw Ying Ting's face close by Thunder. His hair was wet, his camouflage suit was dirty, and the cloth filled with water looked unusually heavy.

"Have a nightmare? It's okay, I'm here." Taking the half-sitting youth into his arms, the man gently patted his stiff back.

What a familiar sentence I am here, no matter how many difficulties I encounter, he will always appear by my side in time and unconditionally support myself to protect myself. Han Zhuoyu hugged his lover's thin waist tightly, only feeling that at this moment, this clammy embrace was the only harbor where he could stay at ease.

"A lot of people died today, and I couldn't 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!" Ten fingers inserted between the lover's hair, and Lei Ting said with a serious face.

"I know." The weakness in the youth's eyes was immediately replaced by perseverance.

"I'll change your clothes for you. It's all wet." Letting go of his lover, Lei Ting took a clean shirt and put it on for him. He quickly took a bath with a kerchief and changed into a dry camouflage uniform.

"Put your shoes on, there will be aftershocks here at any time. A destructive earthquake only takes 12 seconds on average from the time people feel the vibration to the destruction of the building. These 12 seconds are too precious to be wasted on shoes, even if you are trapped in a tent. There may also be danger. The twisted and broken steel bars will turn into a weapon that kills people, and the fleeing crowd may step on you. Moreover, it is raining outside and the ground is full of gravel. Bare feet can easily be injured." Bian said While putting on shoes for his lover, Thunder spread out and lay down.

The two hugged each other tightly, drawing strength from each other, and there was a ray of warmth flowing in the moist air.

Thunder only slept for two hours before hurried to the rescue scene. The thunder fell, but the heavy rain did not stop. At five o'clock in the morning, there was no light in the dark sky.

Han Zhuoyu couldn't sleep, and ran toward the medical care area under an umbrella. The bodyguards guarding outside the tent quickly followed.

"Are there any wounded coming here?" He grabbed a staff member and asked.

"No, I haven't sent anyone over after half past three." The staff shook his head sadly.

The lights in the emergency room have not yet gone out, but there is no shaking silhouette inside. Han Zhuoyu wiped off the water drops on his face and walked towards the intensive care unit. The nurse kept spraying disinfectant and irradiating it with ultraviolet light. The wounded who had undergone surgery have not been infected so far.

Greeted several family members who were standing outside and staying up all night, Han Zhuoyu walked towards the minor injury medical care area. He always finds something to do to make himself feel at ease.

There were many wounded in the huge one-piece tent. Several nurses were sitting in the corner. They had already slept with their heads tilted, and the pale skin further reflected the thick black green under the eyes. 150 people are trying to save the county seat of 80,000 people. They are too tired.

Han Zhuoyu didn't wake them up, pacing between beds. After he passed by, a small figure sneaked up and rushed into the heavy rain.

The bodyguard immediately chased after him.

This is an eight or nine-year-old girl with a crack in her ear, gauze wrapped around her arm, and her big eyes choked 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 choked, and pulled the young man's strong arm.

"Dr. Han, did you catch her? Great!" The two nurses who chased out after hearing the noise let out a sigh of relief, and talked about the little girl's life in the young man's ear.

The little girl comes from a single-parent family. Her father went abroad after his divorce. Her mother raised her alone. She rented a two-story building with a storefront on the street, where she lived on top and did business below. When the earthquake happened, the little girl was on her way to school and escaped, but her mother was buried in the shop. Rescuers scanned the ruins with life detectors and confirmed that there was no life reaction. Due to the shortage of manpower, they can only run towards the place where there is a life reaction, and save as many people as possible who are struggling with death.

But the little girl stubbornly believed that her mother must be alive. She heard her mother calling herself in her ear. How is this possible?

"Uncle is true! I really heard it! Please help my mother!" Although the distress signal was blocked, Han Zhuoyu could not refuse the little girl's tearful and hopeful eyes.

"Uncle help you." Taking the raincoat from the bodyguard to put on the little girl, the young man picked her up and strode into the rain.

In any case, he must work hard for this little hope.