Chapter 651: line with translation of title

Zheng Renhe and Su Yun were both startled at the same time.

The Tangshan earthquake had a magnitude of 7.8 on the Richter scale. This time…… it actually turned out to be 8.0……

According to the earlier perception, the epicenter is quite far from Di Du.

Zheng Ren frowned, not knowing whether emergency 120 Emergency supplies and equipment could be distributed on time. If there's nothing at all, just sending in doctors would be useless.

But Zheng Renye couldn't manage those either.

Let's go together with everyone; when the car reaches the mountain, a road will appear.

Soon, over a hundred people boarded the plane.

Finally, a middle-aged man in his forties wearing camouflage fatigues boarded the plane together with several neatly dressed, sharp-looking men and women.

The men and women beside the officer carried long and short firearms, panting; at a glance it was clear they were a small team hastily pulled from the TV station after receiving an emergency assignment.

After they boarded, there was no extra waiting; the plane immediately received the tower signal and began taxiing.

Before they could even catch their breath, the TV station staff started opening their cameras and recording video footage.

For posterity, these materials are precious.

But for the doctors on the plane right now, waiting to rush to the front lines, these materials would only be of use if they died on the front, perhaps giving their families something to remember.

Zheng Ren gazed out the window, his heart filled with strong unease and apprehension.

The earthquake in western Sichuan was intensely felt; communication base stations were severely damaged, communications cut off. Specific casualty numbers are unknown, and the exact situation is unclear.

Everything is unknown; the only thing known is that the masses have suffered severe casualties and urgently need rescue.

Zheng Ren couldn't decipher the insignia on the middle-aged officer's shoulders, but he knew the officer was the temporary leader responsible for transporting medical personnel to the front for rescue.

He stood at the front, began giving a temporary pre-battle mobilization, and explained the known situation.

After hearing the situation, the murmurs of speculation died down, and everyone felt anxious and uneasy.

In the face of nature's power, every individual is tiny and insignificant.

Moreover, the magnitude 8.0 intensity even surpassed that of the Tangshan earthquake.

The vast majority of people have never experienced an earthquake; even everyone present has never personally gone through one. All impressions come from the Tangshan earthquake many years ago.

Danger,

Extremely dangerous.

But the more dangerous it is, the more this group of specially uniformed doctors is needed for rescue.

Although tense, it's hard to restrain the boiling fervor in one's heart.

Knowing the danger, most people began closing their eyes to rest, while a few chatted to pass the lonely journey.

Thirty Minute later, that officer appeared again. He received word from the tower that aftershocks in Rongcheng were continuous, and the current casualty figures kept rising.

The roads leading to the epicenter were completely destroyed, making passage impossible.

After briefly relaying the earlier news, he had nothing more to say. At this point, anything said would be superfluous.

Soon, ground crew began distributing white paper. Pens were scarce, so everyone took turns using them.

"Hey, is this for writing a last will?" Su Yun lowered his head slightly, lifting his eyes through the black hair on his forehead to see this scene.

It looks like it's truly dangerous; otherwise they wouldn't have the rescue personnel on the plane leave their final words.

Zhao Yunlong's complexion was somewhat grim; his sturdy fingers clenched the white paper tightly, unknown what he was thinking.

Su Yun pretended not to care, nudged Zheng Ren, and said, "Boss, what are you going to write for Xiao Yi Ren?"

"Just write something random, who knows?" Zheng Renye was a bit flustered, but had no regrets, only slightly afraid.

Facing unknown life and death, no one can remain completely calm. Those who pretend to be indifferent would likely end up wetting themselves when the moment arrives.

Fear is rooted deep in humanity's Inner Mind. True bravery is not the absence of fear, but feeling fear yet still moving forward against danger and fear.

"I have nothing to write." Su Yun blew a breath, the black hair on his forehead fluttering, "If I'm alive, everything's fine. If I die, I'm the family's only son—do I really want my parents to cry every day looking at my will? Remembrance, bullshit remembrance."

"Hmm." Zheng Ren nodded pensively, "I'll think about it; I should still write something, so that if there really is danger, I won't regret having left many things unsaid to Yi Ren."

"You talk as if you know what you're going to write." Su Yun said disdainfully.

The tense atmosphere is contagious; having graduated from military medical school, these young doctors' mental impression is that leaving a last will truly means their life and death are uncertain.

Tension, slight panic, the handwriting becomes distorted.

Many things want to be said, yet one doesn't know how to express them.

Thinking of one's own death and the family's grief-stricken appearance, some secretly wipe away tears, unwilling to let others see their weakness.

"Boss, you say, wouldn't it be great if you stayed behind to pursue a Nobel Prize?" Su Yun whispered.

"Train soldiers for a thousand days, use them for a moment." Zheng Ren said: "The Nobel Prize really isn't important; you always think I'm pretending, but this is what's in my heart."

"Really hopeless." Su Yun wasn't arguing with Zheng Ren; his tone carried some regret, "Since I was little I believed I'd definitely win a Nobel Prize—otherwise you'd think I studied Swedish for nothing."

"Hmm, I also believe you can definitely do it."

"Actually, when the professor asked what to do if I couldn't come back, I hesitated a moment." Su Yun rarely showed such candid wavering: "Yeah, if I don't return and kick the bag before winning the Nobel Prize, that's really unwilling."

"Hmm." Zheng Ren nodded seriously.

"You're really boring; at a time like this, won't you comfort me a bit?" Su Yun said disdainfully: "Thanks for the hard work, Xiao Yi Ren—being with you this blockhead is truly boring."

"Not bad." Zheng Ren said: "Frankly speaking. I've seen some reports saying that after the earthquake, aftershocks also have high magnitude. The western Sichuan side is all mountains; a big chunk of rock falling down would kill a person."

"Hey, you damn well won't say something auspicious?" Su Yun snapped.

"Frankly speaking." Zheng Ren said: "Why don't you stay in the rear, waiting for the wounded to be transported back? That way you can make full use of your rich ICU clinical experience."

"Then be laughed at by you for a lifetime? Don't even think about it." Su Yun closed his eyes, "I also don't know whether insurance companies would compensate for such personal accidents."

Idle chatter continued intermittently; Su Yun used words to ease his Inner Mind unease. Zhao Yunlong sat upright at one side, silent.

Zheng Renze closed his eyes to rest his spirit.

Soon after, a pen and several sheets of paper were passed over.

"I don't need it, you write." Su Yun handed the pen to Zheng Ren, "Boss, let me see what love letter you write for Xiao Yi Ren; if I truly don't make it back, before drinking Meng Po's soup I'll still be able to retort you a couple of lines."

Zheng Ren smiled, his smile felt awkward.

He held the pen, paused a moment, then immediately wrote his name on the A4 paper, and the words of handing the letter to Xie Yiren.

Yi Ren:

Upon hearing the national crisis, we should rise to the occasion. It is reported that aftershocks continue in Rongcheng, the epicenter has mountains collapsing and ground sinking, roads completely destroyed, the outcome of earthquake relief is uncertain.

If I happen to survive, I will return to see you. If I meet misfortune, I will die on the battlefield, my body wrapped in horsehide. When earthquake relief victory comes someday, if you in western Sichuan see vast forests surging, waves like mountains, that will be me coming to see you.

Respectfully,

Salute

Zheng Ren.

The last will, written by General Guo Huairu on the Songhu front line during the War of Resistance. My eight thousand soldiers suffered heavy casualties... Salute!