Chapter 660: with translation of chapter title

It's over…… Chang Yue immediately realized this.

She then pulled Xie Yiren, made way through the crowd, and came to a secluded spot, fearing the two would be swept apart by the flow of people.

There's no danger, but finding people is still quite troublesome.

Xie Yiren's method won't work; now every blood donation point is packed. The usual bunch who schemed against each other, hurled insults online, and threw bricks nonstop suddenly came together,

For the same matter,

For the same goal,

For the same direction.

Pretending to be a student at Tsinghua is less practical than waiting at the hospital for the second medical team to be dispatched into Sichuan.

Chang Yue pulled Xie Yiren out of campus, got into the car, feeling somewhat lost. They drove around aimlessly all night, without purpose.

Going home, the house was empty and quiet, those two weren't there; going back…… it would be better to distract oneself on the road.

The two wandered until after ten p. m., the street's blood donation crowd still hadn't dispersed, so they reluctantly went home.

All night, they didn't sleep well. They were repeatedly awakened by their own nightmares; as soon as they closed their eyes, it was a sheet of blood.

The next morning, both got up early, washed up simply, and rushed to the hospital.

There was no news yet about continuing to organize rescue teams; as for the situation over there, everything was being said.

Some said the situation was very serious; others said there was basically nothing at all.

Director Kong wasn't home either; only a team-leading professor who happened to be away that day was presiding over work.

Professor Rudolf Wagner was listless; today he had ten TIPS surgeries, but he couldn't muster any energy.

The professor told Xie Yiren what had happened yesterday, then fell silent. If the boss doesn't come back, is there any point in me doing surgeries here?

He didn't know,

He was very confused.

Xie Yiren began reporting to the operating room, silently familiarizing herself with it, preparing the items needed for surgery.

Zheng Ren wasn't home, but the surgery still had to be done.

Heaven won't collapse just because someone is absent.

Tomorrow, the sun will still rise. Only the people basking in the sunlight will be different.

One day passed in a daze; Professor Rudolf Wagner's surgeries were extremely good, a single TIPS procedure posed no difficulty for him at all.

Moreover, with Zheng Ren absent, he seemed to be pouring more energy into research work; he didn't even return to the hotel at night, staying instead in the Intervention Department of 912 Hospital to look after post-operative patients.

Chang Yue and Xie Yiren returned home, with no mood to cook or go out to eat. They just hastily had some instant noodles, the kind soaked in hot water. Moreover, even after the water boiled, no one noticed; by the time they soaked the noodles, the water had already cooled.

After eating, Xie Yiren curled up on the sofa like a kitten, hugging a pillow, absentmindedly turning on the TV.

When the news channel came on, she wanted to know the preceding information; even if it had nothing to do with Zheng Ren, it could make her feel that their hearts could draw a little closer.

But the moment the news channel began, Xie Yiren froze.

The usually stern and rigid host was tearful, emotions already out of control, while a new host was about to replace her.

The new host was slightly calmer, but only a little.

"We've seen the disaster area footage recorded by the frontline reporter; now we'll connect with frontline reporter Sun Zeli to bring us the latest report." The host reduced her lines, reduced the visuals.

She didn't want to cry on air either, didn't want the program to stall here. Three hosts have already been swapped; swapping again…… there really is no one left.

Having spoken that sentence as quickly as possible, the TV picture switched.

Lead-gray clouds covered the sky; a disheveled female reporter, her camouflage uniform soaked by rain, sat on a large rock and said: "Hello everyone, I'm frontline reporter Sun Zeli; I've been sitting here for a full twelve hours, witnessing the changes here."

Speaking, she pointed to a distant hill over ten meters high and said: "Just at 3:50 a. m., when I sprained my ankle and got separated from the Sharp Blade Squad, that place was still just a flat plain."

As she was speaking, a fragment of stone flew over.

The stone wasn't big, but it moved fast, grazing Sun Zeli's brow bone and flying past, leaving a bloodstain.

A line of fresh blood flowed down along the brow wound, like a crimson tear,

shocking to behold,

heart-stopping!

Sun Zeli paid no heed; the flowers in the greenhouse, after just one night of wind and rain, had matured.

She casually wiped away the blood, her face flushed red, as if she had merely dabbed on some blush at random.

Not ugly,

especially beautiful.

"I personally witnessed a flat plain gradually rising, and also saw the river change course. In the face of nature's power, we humans are so insignificant."

"Yet even so, we have not retreated. Our people's sons and daughters in arms advance fearlessly, bleeding forward."

"This place isn't a battlefield, yet it's as cruel as a real one." Sun Zeli said calmly: "Up ahead, soldiers are charging into battle, shedding blood and sacrificing. As a frontline reporter, I will bring you more news."

The live broadcast ends here.

Until the forward signal disappeared, the picture cut back to the studio, and the newly swapped host once again burst into tears.

Xie Yiren froze, realizing she had missed something. As for what came after the program, she didn't care at all; she opened her PAD, found a video site, and began searching for the news channel's replay.

The live broadcast picture began from an airplane.

When she saw that familiar figure, tears were already streaming down her face.

She covered her mouth with both hands, trying to keep her sobs from escaping, but it was all in vain.

One scene after another unfolded before Xie Yiren.

Mountains and rivers collapsed, waters flowed backward, like hell on earth, the apocalypse.

That familiar figure walked ahead, occasionally appearing in the field of view. They ran all the way until, at the end, a group walked on the rubble beside the landslide dam lake; Su Yun slipped, and Zheng Ren, in a split second, pulled him up, leaving Xie Yiren and Chang Yue terrified.

"Tomorrow I'll find someone to ask, let's go to the front line." Xie Yiren wiped the tears from her face, unconsciously the discarded tissues on the table had piled up into a small hill.

Chang Yue remained silent, watching the video replay, silent.

"Yue sis?" Xie Yiren saw Chang Yue silent, felt a bit Strange.

"Yi Ren, I think, we should hold our ground here." Chang Yue's eyes were red, but she hadn't lost her composure, "The patients still need treatment; we can't just leave Fugui'er alone here."

"" Xie Yiren hesitated for a moment.

Chang Yue used a tissue to help Xie Yiren wipe away the tears left on her face, eyes red, she said with a smile: "They'll be fine, whether we go or not, it's the same. There's a unified deployment from the organization; we shouldn't add to the chaos."

Xie Yiren felt a bit lost.

The television was still broadcasting news from the front lines; Xie Yiren stared intently, just wanting to see that familiar figure, just wanting to know that he was still safe.

But that figure was only a fleeting glimpse, and never appeared on the television again.