Chapter 675: with translation of chapter title

Feng Xu Hui was somewhat panicked; after the earthquake, when he came to his senses, railways and air transport were both under control, so he could only drive into Sichuan.

It was his first time driving on a mountain road; driving it made one's heart pound with fear. Two lanes, countless bends, beside it a bottomless abyss—one slip and you'd be left without a trace.

But Feng Xu Hui still gritted his teeth and drove carefully, firmly moving forward, onward and onward.

He came alone, like a headless fly.

Ever since Zheng Ren mysteriously "evaporated into thin air" at Haicheng Shi Yiyuan, he has remained in this state.

The headquarters gave him no pressure, nor did it lessen its regard for him because of Zheng Ren's disappearance.

But with Zheng Ren, his right-hand man, not in sight, Feng Xu Hui always felt a bit dazed and a bit afraid.

Twice, upon hearing news that Zheng Ren had returned to Di Du, he eagerly prepared to welcome back his right-hand man.

But both times he came up empty. Zheng Ren arrived and left in a hurry, and he never even caught a glimpse of him.

The last time, he had originally planned to wait after Shou Bing, then invite Chief Zheng out for a meal as a welcome.

But a sudden earthquake shattered his plans.

At the instant he heard the earthquake news, a surge of impulse burst through Feng Xu Hui's body; he forgot about that thick right-hand man, forgot everything, and only one thought remained in his mind—he had to go.

He didn't know what he could do once he got there, but the instinct in his blood gave him this urge. He had originally wanted to greet Chief Zheng, say he was leaving for a while, and go to the front lines to see where he could be of use.

But he got news from Chang Yue…… Chief Zheng had gone straight to the front lines, to the very front……

Knowing that Chief Zheng had already flown to Rongcheng at the first opportunity, Feng Xu Hui's blood boiled even more—no wonder he's Chief Zheng!

Feng Xu Hui gave it no thought, followed his instinct, got straight into the car, and drove all night to the front lines.

In the car, he hadn't even brought anything—hurried, flustered, a mess.

He drove all the way to Henan before he remembered to report this to Chairman Ma.

Chairman Ma's side was swamped with work; Longwind Micro-creation immediately prepared a large amount of supplies, intending to ship them to Rongcheng.

At this point, nothing else mattered; planning the most suitable route and maximizing the effect of every penny was Chairman Ma's concern.

And Feng Xu Hui…… just go on your own.

Anyway, although Feng Xu Hui had been transferred to the capital as a vice president, his area of responsibility was tiny, with only Zheng Ren as a client.

Without him, the company still operates normally.

So, the invisible Feng Xu Hui was overlooked once again.

He felt lost, Zheng Ren's phone was off—where should he go to find Zheng Ren?

But these were no longer important issues; going to the disaster zone, doing whatever he could—this was Feng Xu Hui's true thought in his heart.

Of course, if he could run into Chief Zheng, that would be perfect.

Traveling day and night, Feng Xu Hui rushed all the way to Rongcheng, finally arriving here after 48 hours.

Countless vehicles converged from all directions like army ants, yet Feng Xu Hui remained invisible, overlooked by everyone.

But, does that matter?

As a member of the base, Feng Xu Hui didn't consider what benefits it might bring him.

Life shouldn't be about constant calculation, calculating down to the marrow.

He is still young, still hot-blooded, still able to give his all.

Upon arriving in Rongcheng, Feng Xu Hui immediately threw himself into the flood of disaster relief.

But he was still fortunate, after all, in the medical equipment industry he worked in, he could still find acquaintances if he tried.

He joined a volunteer organization, going to the airport to sort and move the massive amounts of supplies.

It was just manual labor, but Feng Xu Hui was also content.

……

……

The Intervention Department's junior doctor Liu Xu zhi also arrived in Rongcheng several hours later, and joined forces with the donkey-friend squad.

The leader, an older brother figure, was younger than him, yet he still willingly called him "brother".

When he previously received him, he looked like a gang elder with a fierce look. But once dressed in a military uniform, the retired officer leading them seemed like a different person, stern enough to inspire awe.

He contacted the military district's plane, which flew directly to Rongcheng Airport. After landing, someone met him and took him straight to the Frontline General Command Headquarters.

When everyone had finally arrived, it was already after midnight, and the Frontline General Command Headquarters temporarily had no missions.

Soon, news from the various Sharp Blade Squads on the front lines came back bit by bit; the staff officers made meticulous calculations and ran simulations.

The next morning, they already had a mission.

A team of over twenty was split up and directly assigned to various areas.

Liu Xu zhi was assigned to two townships more than a hundred kilometers from the epicenter that suffered relatively severe damage; his mission was——to go into the mountains!

Based on the pre-earthquake administrative region map, they were to locate small towns in the mountains and use GPS to pinpoint them, providing targets for the troops behind carrying large amounts of supplies.

Liu Xu zhi felt fortunate, regardless of how many flying rocks there were, regardless of how dangerous the large and small landslide dams looked.

After all, he was following a semi-professional outdoor mountaineering donkey-friend squad.

After all, he managed to hitch a ride on a military plane straight to the front lines.

After all, he was assigned a mission.

As time passed, the state machinery sprang into action quickly, and he came to realize ever more clearly how fortunate he was.

Two days later, in the disaster zone, he personally saw a spontaneously organized team of college students blocked outside. Because it was dangerous, they were not allowed to enter the heavily affected area.

The youngsters burst into tears, unable to get in, unable to contribute.

Three days later, in the disaster zone, he personally saw several squads organized by citizens, panting, unable even to stand steady.

Although the squad suffered casualties, one person, while rescuing others, had his arm pierced by a flying steel bar.

But being able to personally participate in the rescue made all those sacrifices worthwhile.

Rather than being like those people who came from afar only to be stopped outside by professional firefighters, armed police, and the military.

The state machinery starts up, and only in the slight time gap before it starts does such an opportunity exist.

Liu Xu zhi worked very hard, extremely hard; although his abilities were limited, the disaster zone had no suitable weapon for him to fight with—an intervention machine. But after all he was a doctor, and he did his utmost to rescue every wounded person.

Actually he should thank that "big brother" from Di Du, who only remembers that he is a doctor and also a semi-professional mountaineering and outdoor sports enthusiast. So, thanks to a fortunate coincidence, he was able to get in.

But Liu Xu zhi had no time to think about these things; the disaster zone's tragic scene had long since numbed his nerves. In all his consciousness, he only remembered to strive to save every living person.

He did not know that the rescue process was being recorded by the camera behind him.

Whenever a person was lifted out of the rubble, the whole nation would erupt in celebration.

【67> He also did not know that his colleagues at the hospital, upon seeing his figure on television, felt astonishment and envy.

He didn't know either that his hospital colleagues, upon seeing his own image on TV, were astonished and envious.

These things are not important.

Being able to rescue one more person is what truly matters.