Chapter 653: and translation of title

After finishing, Zheng Ren folded the A4 paper neatly and wrote on the back——the words "Received by Xie Yiren".

"Really, having the opposite sex but no humanity—you didn't even think to leave a note for Director Pan?" Su Yun's eyes narrowed, her voice trembling slightly imperceptibly, yet she firmly retorted Zheng Ren.

Only at such a moment, in such a way, could ease Su Yun's inner tension.

"Not necessary." Zheng Ren grinned, laughing, "Better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes than to moisten each other with saliva. If misfortune truly comes, one day Director Pan will remember me and say this kid didn't embarrass him, that'll be enough. Anything more is unnecessary."

Su Yun was thinking about something, lost in thought, gradually she stopped speaking.

Gradually everyone realized the seriousness of the situation; this suicide note was indeed a genuine suicide note.

After a while, crew members collected the suicide notes one by one, solemnly expressing respect to everyone who rushed to the front line at the first moment, and solemnly promising to hand-deliver the letters to their families.

The flight attendants' eye rims were red, expressing heartfelt thanks to each person seated here.

The cabin gradually fell silent.

After about three hours of flight, the plane began to descend; Zheng Ren knew they would soon reach Rongcheng.

The aircraft lowered its altitude; a few minutes later, after passing through thick clouds, Zheng Ren suddenly noticed the scene before him had changed dramatically.

Massive smoke columns rose continuously, spreading across the wilderness.

Looking down from the plane, a sense of wartime urgency, with beacon fires spreading across the land, welled up from within.

Almost at the same time, many people noticed this.

The atmosphere in the cabin grew even more solemn.

The situation here is far more severe and perilous than imagined!

Suddenly, visible waves like sea level appeared on the ground. The waves rolled, quite... magnificent.

But now no one admires this magnificence; it is the peril I am about to face.

As the waves spread, tiny black-dot-like objects below suddenly burst into flames, whether fuel tanks or something else igniting in the shaking.

Zheng Ren was very tense, his hands clenched into fists, palms sweating profusely.

Is this an earthquake? Even the aftershocks are this strong? Damn it! Zheng Ren rarely cursed inwardly.

But everything is only beginning, not ending.

Several seconds later, a distant mountain on the horizon showed an abnormality. Visibly, as the ground waves spread, the mountain's peak tilted and then slowly collapsed.

The mountain range was like a slab of cheese, cut in one stroke by an invisible blade glowing red-hot.

It collapsed……just like that?! Zheng Ren felt astonished, staring wide-eyed.

As a thick plume of smoke rose……afterward, nothing could be seen. Smoke and dust filled the air, half of the green mountains obscured.

Several stifled cries rang out from various corners.

MB's, is this an aftershock? Aftershocks this fierce—what could the epicenter be like!

"I go… Boss, Fugui'er's crow‑mouth—if I could get back, I'd surely rip his mouth off." Upon seeing this, Su Yun immediately thought of the professor, muttering softly.

Such a peculiar train of thought—how does he think about problems? It really leaves Zheng Ren not understanding. Perhaps he just simply wants to say something.

Otherwise, this apocalyptic scene makes one feel as if a heavy stone presses on the chest, truly uncomfortable. If possible, who would want to go to such a place?

The plane circled, then landed.

As altitude decreased, the huge pressure difference created a sensation of weightlessness.

The plane landed hastily; one could see several aircraft simultaneously circling in midair.

This is busier than the usual airport.

When the civil aircraft taxied on the runway, Zheng Ren felt violent tremors; he could see the parked planes and the ground undulating like waves.

Viewing from midair and experiencing it firsthand upon landing are completely different.

What was seen were merely waves. Although the waves had become much smaller, their effect on his body made Zheng Ren feel indescribably uncomfortable, as if an invisible force were tearing at his body, trying to rip him apart.

Could this be an aftershock? Zheng Ren felt a sense of dread.

Surely we wouldn't crash before even disembarking. If that happened, it would be truly regrettable. But we have already landed; bumping along the ground should be fine, Zheng Ren consoled himself.

The situation before him was so unfamiliar, never seen before. If this is an aftershock…… Zheng Ren immediately recalled the collapsed mountain peak.

This is an aftershock, yet it reaches the magnitude of what is normally called a major earthquake.

Zheng Ren took a deep breath, turned his head, and saw Su Yun leaning close beside him, her eyes filled with a hint of fear as she gazed at the "turbulent waves" airport.

"It's really frightening; I've never seen anything like it." Zheng Ren said.

"Me too." Su Yun's voice was somewhat hoarse.

Suddenly, a faint sobbing came from the front of the cabin. Zheng Ren followed the sound and saw a flight attendant covering her face, trying to suppress her voice as she wept.

But because her emotions were too agitated, no matter how she tried to restrain herself, she could not resist the panic and sorrow; the sobbing leaked from between her fingers.

Zheng Ren remembered that this aircraft belonged to Sichuan Airlines.

That expanse turned into a wasteland might be her home.

This land, ravaged by heaven and earth, is her home.

Her family's fate, life or death unknown.

In the world, nothing is harder than parting in life and death. Yet what is helpless is that perhaps even giving her family a decent farewell cannot be done.

Besides weeping, what else can be done?

The purser, older in age, struggled to hold back her grief to comfort the weeping flight attendant; but within seconds, they embraced and burst into loud sobs.

The beautiful TV host fell silent, her eye sockets instantly moist, she lowered her head unable to bear looking further.

Behind her, the camera kept rolling, only the cameraman's hands trembling, unsure whether from the plane's jolts or something else.

After numerous jolts, feeling as if years had passed, the plane finally steadied. Yet it no longer taxied, still unsteady, like being on a ship that rocks with the waves, the hull swaying accordingly.

Crew members began to busy themselves; the flight attendants' eyes occasionally shed tears, bright and clear like dew.

As the cabin door opened, a military command rang out; everyone inside rose to their feet in unison. Though various fears lay in their hearts, no one spoke; they remained silent, like immovable great mountains.

The doctors in military uniforms disembarked from the plane one by one; the flight attendants split into two rows, standing beneath the escalator.

"Thank you, thank you." The Sichuan Airlines flight attendants kept expressing thanks, knowing that perhaps these young people might not be able to leave this hot land alive in the future.

But nobody retreated.

Although they were also afraid, they did not retreat because of fear.

Bowing and giving thanks were the only way they could express and vent their inner emotions.

As they spoke, the flight attendants cried; they had already landed, finished their work, and no longer needed to suppress their inner emotions.

Amidst the sobbing and incoherent thanks, the young doctors from the capital stepped onto this land in a different way.

The airport was bustling.

Rongcheng Airport had been closed; those disembarking from civilian flights were not passengers, but the first batch of personnel from across the country for earthquake relief.

Transport planes were carrying large quantities of earthquake relief supplies, food and water, as well as medical supplies.

In the distance, numerous camouflaged military vehicles waited at the airport.

The officer in charge disembarked from the plane, his face grim, as he was speaking on a walkie-talkie.

He wore a solemn expression, merely listening, until finally he stood at attention and shouted, guaranteeing to accomplish the mission!

After disembarking, the crowd did not disperse but instinctively formed ranks, awaiting the next order.

"Those under thirty-five with the rank of Inpatient Chief, step forward!"

Several people stepped forward; Zheng Renhe and Su Yun did not look at each other, yet in unison they stepped out together.

Everyone held their chests high and lifted their heads.

Zheng Ren paused for a moment, wondering what he should do.

"You two?" the officer said, seeing that Zheng Ren and Su Yun were younger than the others, feeling somewhat doubtful.

"Reporting to the chief, we two are special national personnel. Our level is high, our ability strong; please issue orders, we guarantee to accomplish the mission!" Zheng Ren shouted loudly.

Normally, saying that would provoke most people's displeasure.

Saying one's level is high and ability strong—who would say that about themselves?

But now it's different; the earlier the mission is carried out, the more dangerous it is.

To say it's like going through fire and water is not an exaggeration.

Note: The elder sister from the provincial city's nephrology department said that she took a Sichuan Airlines flight to Chengdu, and the flight attendants said thank you, and as they spoke they started to cry.