Chapter 640: Folk Remedies and Meritorious Service

The eight o'clock sunlight was blinding enough, as if a huge fireball hung on the horizon, mercilessly casting scorching light down, making people unable to open their eyes.

The air was filled with an irritable aura, as if a huge oven was baking the earth.

Song Libo stood at the Yangyuan Entrance, his body long soaked with sweat, then dried by the hot wind, over and over again, leaving white salt stains on his body.

Sweat beads slid down his forehead, dripping onto the Scrub Suit on his chest, forming dark Watermarks one by one.

He slightly narrowed his eyes, trying to block the blinding sunlight: "Dean Chen, rest assured, do not call me again."

He paused, a bitter smile appearing at his Mouth Corner, and added, "Otherwise, Boss Chen and your granddaughter will definitely tear my bones apart! ~"

He knew that Chen Song on the other end of the phone was over ninety years old this year. Staying up late was definitely not his forte, let alone last night when the old man ran around at the scene for a whole night, his body must have reached its limit.

Song Libo was well aware of Dean Chen Song's stubbornness and obstinacy; he knew that once Dean Chen Song decided to do something, even if the Heavenly King and Old Father came, they could not stop him.

Chen Guangbai did not dare to go to the scene to capture Chen Song and take him back, but Chen Xixian did it; she really "twisted" her own grandfather back!

Currently, in the whole Enshi City, only she dared to do this.

When she acted willfully, besides Chen Guangbai being able to slightly restrain her, even Old Man Chen Song had no way to deal with her, only able to obediently follow her arrangements, which made Song Libo feel both amused and helpless.

This family of three generations, he did not want to be caught in the middle...

"How is the situation in the Yangyuan now?" On the other end of the phone, Chen Song's voice was somewhat hoarse, carrying a trace of Fatigue, yet appearing unusually Awake.

Although he lay in the Room, he still could not truly relax; his heart always worried about the patients in the Yangyuan, he could not truly fall asleep.

Fatigue definitely existed, but the stone in his heart had not landed; he just woke up from light sleep, his body was resting, but his Thoughts were still running at high speed, thinking about how to solve the current problem.

Outside the Door, Chen Xixian heard Chen Song's voice; her figure appeared at the doorway like a ghost, silently, wearing a loose Pajamas, her Hair somewhat messy, but her gaze was still sharp, like a blade.

Her voice was cold and carried a trace of Threat: "Grandpa, if you still don't sleep, I will pull out the Ethernet Cable of the phone! ~"

There was no room for negotiation in her tone!

She only knew Chen Song was her grandfather, not the Dean, nor a Top Expert doctor of Enshi City.

"Just a moment! ~"

"Really just a moment." Chen Song was like a child who made a mistake apologizing to an adult.

His Mobile Phone had been confiscated by Chen Xixian; now only the Landline by the bed could be used. He helplessly Sighed, his fingers weakly resting on the bedside cabinet.

Chen Xixian did not say anything more, just leaned by Chen Song's room Door playing on her Mobile Phone, her Gaze stayed on the phone Screen, her fingers constantly sliding!

Her Expression was cold and calm, as if she did not care about anything in the outside world, but she paid attention to the movements in the room at all times; as long as Dean Chen Song had the slightest abnormality, she would take action immediately...

In her opinion, her grandfather was so old that he should long ago retire and enjoy his remaining years!

Going to the Nursing Home to toss around was the old man's lifelong pursuit; she would not stop him!

But emergency rescue, rescue at the scene, was not a place he should go; she absolutely would not allow him to risk himself again.

Eastern Han did not need a ninety-year-old old man to play the hero; if it really needed that, it would be quite laughable!

Chen Xixian faced her own Selfishness calmly and openly; she watched the sunlight outside the Window shine in, casting long light shadows on the floor of the Room, feeling the coolness brought by the Air Conditioner brushing her cheeks...

She enjoyed the quiet cicada chirping; this quiet was especially precious at this moment.

She was not a Surgical Glove major; she could accept everything calmly, quietly Eat Melon, be a perfect online well-wisher; she did not need to run around and toil like her grandfather; she just needed to quietly guard the people she cherished...

Her father's efforts allowed her to Lie Flat; she had the right to choose to be an ordinary person, and even more the right to force her grandfather to be an ordinary person who avoided things.

Song Libo hurriedly replied: "Dean Chen, Professor Fang has already helped finish the rescue in the operating room; now we have surplus professors in our Yangyuan! ~"

Song Libo's eyes also widened a little, no longer afraid of the blinding sunlight: "The operating rooms are all empty."

"Has the fire at the scene not been put out yet?" Chen Song asked.

"It's out; heard it was put out around seven in the morning." Song Libo replied.

"The operating rooms are empty, so I'm relieved! ~" Chen Song Sighed of Relief.

"After the surgery is done, transfer the patients as much as possible one after another; our place is not suitable for long stays."

"And, although the fire is out, the rescue at the scene must continue; estimated there will still be many injured people."

"At that time, if they need it, they can be admitted to the hospital at any time as the First Echelon."

"You should know best which people I am talking about!" Chen Song said.

It was impossible for no one on Task to be injured; this was like an unbreakable curse; every time a disaster occurred, someone would always be injured.

Although this was definitely not a Good Thing, all peace and tranquility must be borne by someone carrying Heavy loads; those injured for guarding others are true heroes.

We cannot ignore the cruel facts for the sake of beauty; we cannot only see the beautiful side, but also see those who paid the price for beauty.

"Dean Chen, rest assured, we will do well in the follow-up Soothing, Explanation, and transfer work." Song Libo guaranteed.

"But currently, the number of hospitalized patients in some hospitals in Enshi City has also increased; estimated it will be hard to transfer them all in a short while; we can only take it Slowly."

Cannot force.

At least cannot force people to death.

"I'm going to sleep first! ~" Chen Song said, his body slightly slid down, lying on the bed...

"Remember to look after Professor Fang." Chen Song raised his volume, both a Reply to Song Libo and a Reply to his granddaughter Chen Xixian.

The surgeries for the Emergency critical patients in the Yangyuan were all nearing completion; this was somewhat beyond his Expectation and also made him feel relieved.

He did not choose wrong; Professor Li Yongjun's Suggestion was relatively earnest; remotely recalling Fang Ziye under special order in that situation was worth it!

Song Libo immediately replied: "Dean Chen, rest assured, I have already instructed."

"From the time Professor Fang returned until now, the situation and rescue Rhythm in our Yangyuan have become increasingly clear! ~"

"Dean Chen, I have to admire your vision!"

Chen Song said he would sleep, but did not hang up the phone immediately; his tone carried a trace of emotion: "Actually, only professionals understand Fang Ziye better."

"The person who suggested I spare no expense to find Fang Ziye back was Professor Li Yongjun."

"Song Libo, I am a Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioner, you handle logistics; neither you nor I can fully understand Fang Ziye."

"Just like you let me handle logistics for you, I could ruin the Yangyuan; I let you take the pulse for patients, your eyes would stare wider than the patient's."

"Heroes emerge in chaotic times! ~"

"Although these words sound unpleasant, everything that happened this time wasn't because they wanted to give Fang Ziye a chance to be a hero."

"Fang Ziye..."

"He really is a bit excellent." Chen Song's voice carried a sigh.

Chen Song reviewed Fang Ziye's every movement, from 'snatching people from the morgue' — that was the most unexpected thing to him!

As a fellow doctor, he respected such a miracle, and he also respected Fang Ziye.

Song Libo hurriedly said: "Dean Chen, Professor Yang Fenggen and others from Internal Medicine, Professor Li Yongjun and Professor Lin Qiaoshan from Surgery, Doctor Nie Mingxian and Doctor Wu Xuanqi, are also bearing a tremendous burden."

"And Professor Mu Yi from the Research Area!"

"Mu Yi? Isn't he a researcher?" Chen Song was stunned for a moment, his tone carrying a hint of doubt; his impression of Professor Mu Yi only remained in the research field.

"Yes, Dean Chen, I feel Professor Mu Yi is the true hero who was unearthed! ~" Song Libo requested credit for Mu Yi without any hesitation, his tone filled with admiration for Professor Mu Yi.

"He may not be as dazzling as Professor Fang, but he must have suffered a lot of grievances before."

"Good. I know." Chen Song hung up the phone completely.

At eight o'clock, the sanatorium's canteen finally opened its doors.

The critically ill emergency patients being transported over became fewer and fewer; this indicated the rescue work on site had already gradually entered its final stage!

But this also meant an even more cruel reality was arriving, because the remaining patients were all even more severe; they might have already lost the chance to be transported.

Therefore Fang Ziye and the others took turns going to the canteen to eat; they had to guarantee their physical strength to continue throwing themselves into the next battle.

Even during the meal process, they had to maintain sufficient combat strength.

Sleep could be skipped, but meals had to be eaten; this had almost become a consensus among medical staff.

Although Fang Ziye had gnawed on bread in the evening, right now he also felt his front chest sticking to his back; he was already feeling hunger pangs, his stomach constantly making protesting sounds.

Both physical and mental labor consume large amounts of energy; for Fang Ziye, the energy he consumed was several times that of an ordinary person; he had to replenish energy as soon as possible to guarantee the next battle.

Fang Ziye did not wolf down his food, but instead exchanged glances with Luo Tingzhu from a great distance.

Professor Tang Meng and others from Emergency Group 2 responsible for the transport section at the sanatorium, happened to return one after another and also arrived at the canteen; their figures appeared somewhat fatigued, they wore scrub suits soaked with sweat, their faces full of weariness!

Their steps were somewhat heavy, their complexions even more fatigued!

Dark circles like two huge pieces of black cloth covered under their eye sockets, their eyes were full of bloodshot veins, their lips also somewhat chapped.

However, after Tang Meng arrived at the sanatorium, when passing by the doorway, he heard many people discussing Fang Ziye's invincible feat!

"Professor Fang, you worked hard last night!" Professor Tang Meng walked up to Fang Ziye, his tone carrying a trace of admiration; his face forced out a trace of a smile; his voice was somewhat hoarse, seemingly from long periods of speaking, but his tone was still full of strength.

"Good thing you were here; indeed it's you! ~" Professor Tang Meng's build was tall and sturdy, like a small mountain; his eyebrows were wide, thick brows and big eyes; his face carried fatigue and weariness, but his gaze was still full of strength.

He knew Fang Ziye was a very excellent doctor; his capability was very outstanding.

What Fang Ziye did were all human affairs; what he did was work that non-humans find unpleasant!

Ox-Head and Horse-Face probably almost cried from being unable to complete their assigned task quotas!

Being able to do what others cannot is called mysterious; it is called incredible.

"Professor Tang, you all also worked very hard." Fang Ziye's words were sincere; his gaze filled with respect for Professor Tang Meng; he knew the transport group's medical staff had also paid enormous effort,

"The patients we saved were all opportunities you snatched back; if not for you escorting them on the road, we wouldn't have had the chance to act."

"Professor Fang, let's eat first." Tang Meng said.

Fang Ziye nodded.

After Tang Meng and the others queued and got breakfast, a group gradually drew near.

Professor Tang Jian from Anesthesiology only then asked with tightly knitted brows: "Professor Tang, was the scene even more cruel?"

"The patients rescued now have no chance to be transported anymore?"

Every disaster, at the very beginning are all mild patients; then conditions gradually worsen, gradually increase; then gradually decrease, gradually lose opportunities...

This is the law of disaster; the further time moves back, the more cruel the consequences; patients who can be treated become fewer and fewer; this is an unchangeable fact.

Tang Meng nodded; his lips tightly pressed into a line; his throat seemed blocked by something; he swallowed with difficulty; his throat stiffened!

The rest just followed Tang Meng and sat down, not answering Professor Tang Jian's words, tacitly acknowledging this fact!

Tang Meng nodded again, then lowered his head to shovel rice, silently speechless.

At this moment silence spoke louder than words.

The subsequent atmosphere was rather strange!

In the canteen with thirty people sitting around, apart from a few people making slurping sounds when drinking congee, it was actually quiet enough to hear a pin drop, as if the whole world had stopped.

No one spoke, no one made any sound; everyone silently ate breakfast; they knew they had to replenish energy as soon as possible to continue throwing themselves into the next battle.

After the sun rose, June weather was all sunny and bright, even scorching sun; light rose, penetrating the mist, forming wedge-shaped light pillars of various shapes, projecting onto the canteen floor, reflecting dazzling light; these lights were like swords, stabbing everyone's eyes, also stabbing everyone's hearts.

Around eight-ten, Fang Ziye finished eating; he gently placed his tray on the table; his movements were very light, as if afraid of disturbing everyone; he did not ask any more questions, but walked toward the canteen entrance.

After Fang Ziye went out, he instinctively narrowed his eyes; his eyes were already incomparably sore; he only wanted to rest as soon as possible; he was already feeling extremely fatigued.

Sleepiness gradually crept up, like a huge net, tightly netting him; once after high tension, when taut nerves relax, it makes people even more tired...

"Professor Fang, finished eating? Then we'll go in and eat! ~" When Fang Ziye stretched lazily, Professor Lin Qiaoshan stood up; his face forced out a trace of a smile.

Professor Kuang Leyou from Spine Surgery walked over and lightly smoothed a wrinkle on Fang Ziye's scrub suit.

He also picked off a blood-colored withered leaf from his hat; who knew when the leaf stuck on; it still carried some dried bloodstains.

"Thank you Professor Kuang, I didn't notice at all; am I very bedraggled now?" Fang Ziye was somewhat embarrassed.

He didn't know if his current image would be very bedraggled!

Kuang Leyou stepped back; he carefully observed Fang Ziye; his gaze filled with respect; then seriously said: "No, Professor Fang, you look very spirited."

"The reason we can rest is all because of you, Professor Fang! ~"

"This is rest time, meal time." Kuang Leyou spoke until his voice cracked!

Right now, aside from Professor Tang Henian of Neurosurgery still battling in the operating room, the other Chief Physicians can basically take a temporary break!

This shows the operating room work has already gradually entered its final stage.

But so-called, everyone's peace and comfort, must be because someone is bearing the weight for you — this is an unchangeable fact.

Their ease was definitely bought with Fang Ziye's physical strength and energy; Fang Ziye was using his own body to hold up a peaceful sky for them. The workload didn't decrease at all — it was Fang Ziye alone shouldering more of the workload that made efficiency relatively increase!

Fang Ziye's capability is beyond doubt.

The variable in the Yangyuan Surgical Group was only Fang Ziye's sudden addition; he changed the entire Surgical Group's operating mode.

Anyone with a brain could think of the key point.

Fang Ziye wasn't more than a few years older than his son.

"Group Leader Fang, you go get a good rest first." Kuang Leyou said solemnly.

"Okay! ~" Fang Ziye nodded in agreement.

Tired, he definitely was tired.

However, just then, Fang Ziye's phone rang again, the piercing ringtone shattering this brief calm.

Fang Ziye picked up, eyelids snapping up: "Professor Li! ~"

"Fang Ziye, heard the surgeries in the Yangyuan are almost wrapping up, right?" Li Yongjun's voice was very short, tone sharp like a keen blade slicing through the air's calm; his tone brooked no doubt — he seemed to know the Yangyuan's situation like the back of his hand.

"Yes, Professor Li." Fang Ziye's tone was calm.

"After Dean Chen left, I was made Acting Dean of the Yangyuan; you now hand over all rescue tasks inside the Yangyuan fully to Professor Lin Qiaoshan and Professor Tang Jian of Anesthesiology."

"They are Group Leader and Deputy Group Leader respectively; you come to the scene right now."

"I've already contacted the special car at the doorway; you bring two people and take the car directly over." Li Yongjun's voice was icy, not a word of nonsense.

No room for rebuttal.

"Professor Li? I." Fang Ziye ultimately hesitated a moment; his body had nearly reached its limit, he really needed a rest, he was feeling extremely fatigued.

He wasn't made of iron; he was human too, he had times of fatigue, he needed rest...

"No you-me, you hurry over! ~" Li Yongjun's voice was crisp!

Compared to Professor Li Yongjun, his own working hours were much shorter.

"Okay!" Fang Ziye answered!

"Wu Xuanqi, Nie Mingxian, you two come with me!" Fang Ziye subconsciously picked the two with relatively the best technique and better stamina.

Wu Xuanqi was holding the doorway scene, hadn't even had time to eat breakfast; he had just stood up intending to walk toward the canteen when he suddenly heard Fang Ziye's call; his footsteps paused, a trace of doubt appeared on his face; he turned around, looked at Fang Ziye: "What for?"

"Not even letting us eat?" His tone carried a hint of joking complaint, slightly aggrieved.

Nie Mingxian also looked at Fang Ziye in puzzlement.

Fang Ziye wasn't the type to eat his fill and smash the pot!

"Professor Li told us to go to the scene."

"The car's right outside! ~" Fang Ziye finished speaking and took the lead sprinting out; his movements were fast, like a gust of wind, disappearing at the canteen entrance, cutting across the Yangyuan front hall.

Wu Xuanqi and Nie Mingxian immediately tensed up.

Jokes are jokes, tasks are tasks.

Nie Mingxian turned back, grabbed two handfuls of bread and milk and stuffed them into his chest; he knew they had no time to eat, could only solve it on the road.

Li Yongjun was his teacher; a teacher's orders, he must respect and obey.

Wu Xuanqi merely blanked for two seconds, then his hips bent in an extremely exaggerated arc; he moved like an acrobat, turning with an extremely exaggerated posture, executing a two-hundred-seventy-degree spinning jump!

After steadying himself, he sprinted out in big strides...

Fang Ziye didn't hand over face-to-face with Professor Lin Qiaoshan and Professor Tang Jian; instead, after getting in the car, he had the driver hurry over, then called to inform them one by one; he knew time was tight, he had to let Professor Lin Qiaoshan and Professor Tang Jian know his decision as fast as possible, have them prepare.

"Professor Lin, Professor Li appoints you as Group Leader of the Surgical Emergency Rescue Team; all subsequent surgical emergency work, you are fully responsible for carrying out."

"Professor Tang Jian of Anesthesiology remains Deputy Group Leader."

"Right now I..."

Lin Qiaoshan heard this, took a deep breath, brows instinctively furrowing tight; holding his meal tray, after hearing Fang Ziye's words, he took a deep breath!

"Okay! ~ Professor Fang!" His voice was a bit hoarse, yet still full of strength.

"If the situation isn't too busy right now, you can rotate shifts to rest; no need for everyone to nervously huddle together." Fang Ziye gave his suggestion.

Lin Qiaoshan understood Fang Ziye's meaning and immediately started assigning people.

If the earlier patients were appetizers, then from now on every patient sent over, every surgery, will be the main event, the big case!

"Professor Gong Jiahe, Professor Du Donglin, you two groups rotate rest; Professor Gong's Trauma Surgery Group goes to rest first, come back to take over in four hours."

"Professor Kuang Leyou, Professor Bi Weiqing, you two groups cross-rest, respectively responsible for neuro and cranial trauma patients!"

"Every rescue, your two groups must have someone present."

"Our Hepatobiliary Surgery Group and Vascular Surgery Group fork-rest; every rescue each group must have someone on site! ~"

"Each specialty group leader allocates their own rest quotas."

Lin Qiaoshan immediately ordered: "Professor Hu Hongqing, Dai Zhongyin, Liu Guo, you three come back here to take over the task at 12:28, four hours later; now, go back and rest!"

"Professor Su Haijian, you stay with me to hold the fort!"

Su Haijian nodded, heard it, lifted his eyelids, then continued dozing.

Sleep a bit while you can; later there might not even be time to doze...

The scenery outside the window reversed, blurring into streaks of light and shadow, rapidly retreating backward!

Fang Ziye, Nie Mingxian, Wu Xuanqi sat side by side; all three looked somewhat fatigued; none spoke, just quietly watching the scenery outside the window.

Fang Ziye sat alone; his body leaned slightly back, resting against the car window; his eyes slowly closed.

Nie Mingxian and Wu Xuanqi sat in adjacent seats, bread crumbs and traces of milk at the corners of their mouths overlapping.

Wu Xuanqi and Nie Mingxian finished their bread and threw the trash into the bucket.

Wu Xuanqi pulled out a pack of betel nut and several packs of extra-spicy Spicy Numbing Prince, a wicked smile on his face: "Chew two at once, it makes your mouth tear more easily, and then add this thing! ~"

"Even patients under general anesthesia would probably wake up."

His tone carried a hint of teasing; he tried to liven up the atmosphere and make everyone feel a bit more relaxed.

"Don't ask me how I know this kind of folk remedy."

Wu Xuanqi's smug tone did not make Fang Ziye think he was a Joker.

But anyone with a normal brain wouldn't stimulate their own nerves like this; Wu Xuanqi's skills were honed through hard work, and he had paid a great deal.

Nie Mingxian and Fang Ziye said nothing, just silently took the betel nut and spicy strips Wu Xuanqi handed them!

Wu Xuanqi's folk remedy was a bit unconventional, but at this time it was very useful—at least you couldn't go into battle with a brain stuffed with paste, right?

Who knew what the scene would be like?

Originally, all three could have gone back to rest, but one sentence from Professor Li Yongjun meant all three had to force their spirits up…

Fang Ziye at least felt he had overused his brain; his mind was already a bit dull, and he needed some stimulation to keep himself awake.

All three chose the intensified folk remedy, putting three pieces into their mouths at once, then chewing them mixed with spicy strips; red chili oil bubbled from the corners of their mouths, staining their teeth bright red, as if they were chewing bones…

"If I have time later, I'll go buy three more tubes of wasabi! ~" Wu Xuanqi continued to show off his extensive knowledge.

"Drink some water." Nie Mingxian looked at Fang Ziye, his gaze carrying a hint of heartache.

Although Fang Ziye had joined the battlefield midway, his workload was absolutely far greater than the combined total workload of Nie Mingxian and Wu Xuanqi alone.

And the time Fang Ziye consumed was less than half; he completed more work in a shorter time.

The more things you do in less time, the more you pay either with mental effort or with more physical strength…

Heartache has nothing to do with the other person's gender, nothing to do with love; it is a kind of understanding and care from one peer to another.

Fang Ziye took the mineral water, unscrewed the cap, and gulped down a mouthful; his body felt a wave of coolness, and his mind became even clearer. He said: "I've never been to a scene like this before."

Wu Xuanqi pursed his lips: "I've been; the scene was very stimulating, he's been there too…"

Fang Ziye looked at the two of them, then glanced at the spicy strips in his hand.

Fang Ziye remembered that when he went on rural rotation in Enshi City before, someone had said that Nie Mingxian and Wu Xuanqi had previously participated in on-site emergency rescue in Enshi City and had earned no small reputation.

This also made many people know that Nie Mingxian's clinical skills were very high!

Otherwise, as an anesthesiology doctor, he wouldn't be enough to leave a deep impression on other surgeons; his clinical experience was very rich.

"Then you should bring me along more when the time comes." Fang Ziye said.

Neither of them replied; they just silently nodded. They knew Fang Ziye's capability was very strong!

Whether to bring him or not was another matter, but giving Fang Ziye some experience was fine.

…

After the car stopped, Fang Ziye and the other two quickly jumped down.

Fang Ziye and the other two were all wearing green surgical gowns, one of the most obvious identity markers at present, so Fang Ziye and the others were not stopped at all and were let into the cordon!

Outside the cordon, there weren't many people!

Therefore, more than twelve hours had passed, and the melon-eating crowd had long gone home.

Those still outside the scene were basically people with loved ones involved; they could only wait outside!

Nearly a hundred meters away, Fang Ziye smelled a burnt stench.

There was the smell of rubber, and another strange smell of protein being burned.

In the distance, black smoke still billowed.

In the air, ashes swirled, tumbling down.

Fang Ziye knew that farmers market; the lanes were narrow, but fruits and vegetables were very cheap, and there was heavy foot traffic…

Now only a mess of wreckage remained; the black framework stood out especially starkly in the morning mist, like the bones of a monster, hideously exposed in the air.

Ash and debris covered the ground like a thick black carpet, and stepping on it made a fine "shasha" sound.

After the few of them walked closer, they finally saw the actual scene.

Charred wooden beams and twisted steel bars were interlocked and stacked, forming irregular barriers that obstructed the line of sight.

In some places, the flames had completely gone out, leaving only ash and embers quietly radiating the last of their heat, while in other places, wisps of green smoke still rose, wandering over the ruins like ghosts.

Some metal objects deformed by the burn, such as water pipes, door handles, and even some unrecognizable household items, were scattered everywhere; their surfaces were covered with a thick layer of black grime, having lost their original luster.

The walls had long been burned black; in some places they had even collapsed, exposing the bricks and cement inside, which were also smoked black, having lost their original colors.

The three had already reached the bottom; as non-professionals, they were not allowed to move forward any closer.

Fang Ziye saw Professor Li Yongjun at first glance; at this moment, he was squatting and conducting a physical examination on a person who was nearly completely dehydrated. After a while, he shook his head and covered them with white cloth!

Signaling two uniformed firefighters to take them away; once taken away, there would be no more chance to go on stage; he had originally been alone.

Now he had an additional honorary title, lying down to receive…

(Chapter End)