They were all reborn and became firefighters again?

Chapter 296 She sent us away
May, 20th.

Afternoon, 20:[-].

A whole day after the "Golden Seven Days", nothing was found here.

It has completely entered the mechanized operation stage.

Last night, Yingxiu rescued a trapped person and became the "last rescuer" of the current earthquake.

173 hours.

Fang Huai is still searching, rescuing and detecting with the greatest confidence.

"anyone there?"

"anyone there?"

The sound was muffled by the rumble of the excavator, but it never stopped coming.

On the street, officers and soldiers scattered sparsely were watching this stubborn firefighter.

Many people recognize him.

The deputy captain who blasted the Tangjiashan barrier lake was the one who asked everyone to return for rescue a few days ago.

This man also created a "wet market miracle" in Beichuan.

However, on the ninth day, I heard that the fire fighters were leaving. This morning, a group of people from Jiangxi had been evacuated.

The elite fire training team is also gone.

In fact, except for the soldiers who stayed behind for martial law and epidemic prevention and some engineering troops who were finishing the work, they all left today.

Even the common people were escorted by troops one after another to evacuate to some temporary resettlement sites in Mianyang. Those who had relatives who could join them took the buses that came to pick them up from various places in Sichuan and left this sad city to wait for subsequent resettlement. policy.

"Fang Huai, Fang Huai, are you here?"

A voice came from the intercom in Fang Huai's trouser bag.

Fang Huai licked his lips and couldn't help but look around again. Somewhat unwillingly, he yelled at a ruin again:
"Is there anyone? Is there anyone?"

He is leaving too.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, they had to withdraw from Beichuan, assemble at a major intersection outside the city, board the bus to Hanwang, and return to the team.

But the ruins still didn't give him any response.

The streets were empty except for the sound of the excavator clanging against the silent ruins.

The ruins will eventually lose, and they can only spit out those they swallowed one by one.

However, I don’t know how many percent of those people had been digested by the ruins when they were spit out.

Fang Huai saw another purple figure dug out. It was a man. He was flexibly hooked into the bucket by the excavator. He turned around and found an empty place among the pile of bodies and put it down.

The operation of the excavator was very good, but it still inevitably caused the man to roll when he landed on the ground and pressed against a body next to him. The two squeezed each other out and squeezed out a pool of water.

The human body is very magical. It is dehydrated and shriveled when it dies. After death, it seems to be able to absorb water from the air again and is filled with various liquids.

Fang Huai was used to this scene, but what frightened him was the empty eyes in the excavator cabin. The driver's face was expressionless, as if he had never seen a living thing before.

The sequelae brought about by this city may also dissipate over time.

Maybe.

Fang Huai actually swallowed nervously, took out the walkie-talkie and said:
"Come on, come on, I'm walking out of the city."

Just put the walkie talkie back in the bag.

"Times..." A harsh voice made people get goosebumps.

The excavator bucket in front of me struggled with a concrete slab leaning against the ruins for a long time.

"boom!"

The cement board was partially opened by the excavator. Inside, there was a space, revealing a white body with a slight bluish tint.

The entire back of the body was pressed down by the cement board, and the shirt was lifted up. The upper body was exposed, and he was kneeling on the ground. His hair was slightly hanging down, blocking the side of his face.

It was so beautiful that it even stopped the excavator for a moment.

But soon, the excavator continued to rumble, preparing to lift off the cement board pressing on the body.

But Fang Huai, as if he had seen a beautiful piece of art, rushed forward madly to stop the excavator from destroying it.

While rushing, he shouted: "Stop! Stop!"

The noncommissioned officer in the digger cabin saw him rushing in that direction. His heart had been dark for a few days, and he couldn't help but have darker thoughts. He stopped the machine, opened the cabin door, and shouted:
"Which unit are you from? Don't get close to the body!!"

Fang Huai looked like a madman and was already climbing up the ruins.

That woman just died! !

The people who participate in the frontline rescue here can become forensic apprentices. The skin color of the remains exhumed every day is different. Over time, you can tell at a glance how many days the person has been dead, and even after listening to the doctor's diagnosis, , can roughly distinguish whether the fatal factor is external injury or internal injury.

This woman's body was white, not even green. She had been dead for 2-3 days at most, maybe even shorter!

The clothes were deliberately lifted up, which gave him a strong sense of anticipation.

She lifted up her clothes, maybe to breastfeed!
The first thing Fang Huai did when he rushed to the ruins was to get close to the woman and put his head into the cement board that covered the woman's lower body.

The sergeant on the excavator behind had already got out of the car, and his face turned dark when he saw that Fang Huai's back was close to that of the woman, and even his head had penetrated into the space where the woman was.

The first reaction was to see if there were any reporters around, fearing that this scene would spread. The second reaction was that if there was a gun in his hand, he would fire a warning shot!
But then, he saw an even more unsightly scene.

Only half of the orange-red figure was outside, and even his hands had entered the space where the woman was.

His back actually started to twitch slightly.

The sergeant on the excavator simply couldn't imagine what this man was doing inside.

Just as he was about to rush to the ruins, the white helmet came out.

When she turned to look at him, tears filled her eyes.The sergeant was stunned.

Seeing this expression, he couldn't help but think of another possibility.

The other, completely opposite to what he thought, was miraculously possible.

He raised his hand with a slight trembling, pointed at the place under the woman that was blocked by half a cement board, and said in a dreamy voice:

"Inside...inside."

He wanted to finish, but his voice broke.Choking welled up in his heart and blocked his throat. He swallowed and continued to tremble: "Inside, there is..."

The figure in orange clothes and white hat nodded.

"It's a baby! Baby, alive! Alive!!"

The sergeant immediately burst into tears and ran forward. He was stung by a stone but did not stop.

When he spoke, his voice was already distorted: "Alive? Alive?!"

Four words, trembling out seven or eight tones.

"Live!"

The voice is firm and exciting.

The sergeant rolled and staggered onto the ruins, doing exactly the same thing as Fang Huai just now, holding on to the cement board and reaching up to look inside.

Under the beautiful woman, there was a huge kettle, a "ton-ton bucket" with a capacity of two to three liters and a strap. The strap was still hanging around the woman's neck. There was a large straw in the lid of the kettle. Open to the outside.

Next to him, there was a swaddled baby with his eyes closed, but every slight beat of his long eyelashes made people's hearts beat.

Fang Huai couldn't help but put his hand in again like before, and gently touched the baby's skin that could be broken by a blow.

The sergeant quickly withdrew his head and shouted in a suppressed voice: "Hold him out! Take him out quickly!"

Then, he danced and ran towards the excavator.

When he ran to the excavator, he climbed onto the tracks, took out the intercom in the cockpit, and shouted: "In the new county town, across from Beichuan Middle School, there is a living person! Come on, come on!"

Only then did Fang Huai remember to check carefully and found that there were no signs of squeezing on the outside of the dusty swaddle. He was overjoyed inside. He gently picked up the swaddle, exited the space, and picked up the walkie-talkie.

"A baby was found alive near Beichuan Middle School. Please notify the doctor immediately. Hurry."

"Z."

The intercom rang once and then died.

The people on the other side of the intercom were probably shocked by the news and were speechless for a moment.

But, not long after, people from all directions in the city were rushing here.

An ambulance roared closer and flew into the air as it passed by an uneven ground.

When everyone comes, they all run away.

The first group of people who approached saw the ruins where Fang Huai was and shouted:

"Is anyone up there?"

At this time, Fang Huai had already taken off his emergency rescue suit and half draped it on the woman, standing on a high place to observe the situation.

With both hands, he carefully held the baby's swaddling clothes.

Seeing everyone rushing here, I immediately raised a hand and made a "hush" gesture to the people below. I waited until the hospital car had arrived and then slowly came down.

Everyone was dumbfounded and stared at the baby in Fang Huai's hand.

When Fang Huai passed by everyone, he would try his best to turn the swaddling clothes sideways and show them the baby's face.

It's a baby girl.

Just that little dusty face actually made some veterans say "O" without knowing how to calmly open their mouths, and they didn't know how to coax the children, making strange soft sounds like "o ho ho" in their throats.

The people who came from the special service team really wanted Fang Huai to turn the baby over and give them a second look, but they didn't dare to speak.

Those who stay here may need to see her more.

Everyone tightly gathered around Fang Huai on the way to the medical vehicle, waiting for Fang Huai to hand out these precious spiritual cakes to them.

With just one look, they believe that there is still hope for this world.

Even the anxious doctor couldn't help but stop when he saw the eager expressions of the soldiers and stood back a little to let more people see the baby's face.

At this moment, it was like a princess was born in the most noble country with royal power in the Middle Ages.

Fang Huai was the high priest who held the princess in front of everyone.

The moment the doctor took the baby, he felt the hope in his hand was heavy, and he gently carried it to the car.

The people inside took the baby, uncovered the swaddling clothes, and inspected it carefully.

Outside, there seemed to be hundreds of fathers waiting anxiously at the door of the delivery room for the birth of their children.

After a while, a voice came from inside:

"It's a baby girl. Her temperature, blood pressure and heartbeat are normal. We need to go to the hospital quickly to do hearing and blood tests on her."

"Can she survive?" The sergeant on the excavator asked everyone's most worrying question.

The doctor in the car did not use excuses like those in the hospital, but said in a very firm tone:
"Yes, I can certainly do it! Let's go!"

The medical staff immediately got on the car, closed the door, and the ambulance started smoothly, and then drove away quickly.

Under the car, everyone burst into tears.

Seconds later, the crowd erupted in an earth-shattering cheer.

(End of this chapter)