PFC Chapter 417 Treatment
Chapter 417 Treatment
Chapter 417
Everyone was slightly startled by her words and actions. Someone just moved his lips to refute, when an old man stepped forward and interrupted the person.
The old man turned to Luo Shuiyao and said, "Young lady, I am the head of Xinglin Village. Judging from your actions, you are definitely not an ordinary person. We are indeed eager to save people, so we are willing to listen to your arrangements and give it a try. We hope that you will put in more effort and rescue the people in our village as soon as possible."
The old man, already over seventy years old, commanded considerable respect and prestige within Xinglin Village. Having served as village head for many years, he possessed vast experience and a sharp mind. Upon hearing Luo Shuiyao's suggestion, he had keenly sensed the problems inherent in the rescue operation. While Luo Shuiyao's youth had aroused some concerns, his sole concern was to extricate the trapped villagers as quickly as possible, and his inquiry was merely a reassurance.
Luo Shuiyao was delighted to see the old man who claimed to be the village head come out to take charge of the situation. She swallowed back the long set of persuasive words she had prepared. She nodded solemnly and said, "Don't worry. As a citizen of the Great Zhou, you are all my fellow villagers. I will definitely do my best and will not disregard your safety."
After the old man finished speaking, he slammed the hoe in his hand onto the ground and said loudly, "Today, I will guarantee this girl! You guys are digging like this, it's really useless! It's better to listen to this girl and let her make the arrangements! Folks, for my sake, trust her this time!"
Everyone was very convinced of the village head. After discussing for a while, they all responded in agreement.
Seeing that the matter had been resolved, Luo Shuiyao no longer hesitated and expressed her thoughts. "I need to know first, which families are buried here? Who knows who was in danger and buried?" Luo Shuiyao asked loudly.
Someone quickly responded, "This is Zhang Dazui's house! His children have all moved out and started their own families, so the old couple should be the only ones in the house!"
Another person added, "This is Zhang Cuihua's house! She has two little kids, a couple, and an old lady. I guess none of them managed to escape!"
"And here!"
Another voice came from the crowd, "Grandma Wang lives here. Her son and daughter-in-law moved out a long time ago, and she lives here alone!"
"That means there are only three families trapped here, right?" Luo Shuiyao confirmed again after hearing this.
"Yes, that's true." This time it was the village head who answered, his old voice full of certainty.
"Okay, in that case, I'll make my first request first - everyone must remain quiet and not make any noise, lest we miss the cries of those calling for help from underground!"
As soon as the words fell, everyone nodded in agreement: "Listen to the girl! Be sure to be quiet!"
Seeing this, Luo Shuiyao raised her hand and pressed down to signal everyone to be quiet, and then began to give orders in an orderly manner.
"Chun Xing, take two guards with you. Find a piece of wood and knock on the ground, especially near the roof, to see if the buried person is still conscious. If there is a response, tell us immediately so we can concentrate all our efforts on digging!"
Chun Xing looked serious and responded decisively, "Yes, Miss!" Then she quickly took two guards and went to find some wood according to Luo Shuiyao's instructions, ready to knock on the ground to check the situation.
Seeing him agree, Luo Shuiyao glanced at the rest of the group and said loudly, "Listen up! All young and strong men, divide yourself into three groups and start digging near these three houses. Remember to be gentle. Once you reach the roof, no more tools. Try to dig by hand to avoid injuring the trapped people."
Upon hearing this, the young men began to act.
Then, she looked at the women and elderly people in the crowd who were eagerly watching her. "Old ladies, all the women should stay where they are. You are also very important. Those who are nimble and live nearby, please go back and boil some hot water and bring it here. Everyone else, if you see someone being rescued, immediately carry them onto the carriage and wrap them in blankets. Don't let them get hypothermia. You must act quickly!"
When the young women heard this, they realized that they also had an important mission. Those who lived nearby hurried towards their homes, and some took the initiative to follow and help.
The remaining older people stood at the foot of the mountain, their eyes fixed on the mountain, their faces filled with anxiety. Soon, Chun Xing, who was in charge of the investigation, shouted urgently, "Come quickly! There are people alive here!" The voice came from the solitary residence of Wang Pozi.
Hearing the cries, several young men immediately rushed to Wang Pozi's residence, hoes in hand. The house was already dilapidated, but fortunately the burial was not too deep. They gathered around and quickly dug the soil.
Soon, Wang Po was rescued. She was trembling uncontrollably, her face as pale as paper. A young man squatted down, lifted her up on his back, and quickly walked her to the carriage. Seeing this, the elderly women hurried forward, took off their coats and draped them over Wang Po, then gently held her in their arms to keep her warm.
Just as they were settling in, another cry of "Someone's alive" was heard. With their previous experience, everyone cooperated more tacitly and moved more quickly.
Soon, the trapped people in the third household were dug out. However, unlike the cheers from the two previous families, the atmosphere was somewhat solemn.
Everyone gathered around, their faces tense, the air seemed frozen. Suppressed sobs were intermittent, hammering at their hearts like a heavy hammer.
Alarm bells rang in Luo Shuiyao's heart, and he pushed through the crowd and rushed forward - he saw his husband kneeling in the ruins with his mouth wide open, his eyes closed in his arms, and blood oozing from a deep wound in his abdomen that could be seen to the bone. His bloodstained hands were pressing hard, and his fingertips were trembling slightly; the old lady next to him was leaning on his shoulder, her white hair stained with blood, and her neck was bruised and purple. Every breath she took was accompanied by a weak sound, and her chest rose and fell increasingly slowly.
The old lady was already very old, and with such a serious injury, she could have lost her life at any moment. Luo Shuiyao lifted the corner of her robe, completely ignoring the mud on the ground, and half-knelt to carefully examine the wound and feel for her pulse. Zhang Dazui, standing nearby, stared blankly ahead, his eyes empty and lifeless, as if he had long since given up hope for his wife's safety and had completely lost his life.
The old lady was indeed seriously injured.
Luo Shuiyao felt the faint pulse, her eyes gradually becoming serious. But as a doctor, she was supposed to rescue people from the clutches of Hades. To ignore a patient knowing there was a glimmer of hope was definitely not her style.
She looked at the expressionless Zhang Dazui and spoke carefully, "Auntie's injuries are truly terrible, but it's not a good idea for you to just wait like this. Why don't we load her into the carriage and examine her more carefully? I have the best medicine. Let's clean and bandage her first, then send her to the doctor as soon as possible. There might be a glimmer of hope."
Hearing the words "a glimmer of hope," Zhang Dazui's previously dull eyes shifted slightly, finally showing a flicker of emotion. He suddenly grabbed Luo Shuiyao's wrist, his bony fingers bulging with strength, his voice hoarse and choked with sobs, "Girl, I beg you to save her! I'm an old woman with a miserable life. I haven't had a good life with her for even a few days... If she dies like this, how will I face her parents in the underworld a hundred years from now?"
Luo Shuiyao felt pain from his grip, but she understood his excitement and forced herself not to cry out. She said, "I'll do my best. Master, please don't get so excited. The most urgent thing now is to save her. Let's quickly lift her onto the carriage. Everyone, give her a hand and be gentle. Don't hurt her again!"
"Oh, yes, yes, I was rude, girl, please don't take it to heart." Zhang Dazui realized his abruptness and quickly let go of his hand, taking a few steps back tremblingly.
Luo Shuiyao naturally wouldn't blame him.
She waved to Chun Xing and said, "Chun Xing, come here. Let's move Auntie to the car and clean her wound."
Just as Chun Xing was about to step forward, the guard beside her couldn't help but speak up to stop her: "Miss, please let me do it. I'm afraid Miss Chun Xing can't move it alone."
Before he could finish his words, he saw the frail Chun Xing put one arm around the old lady's neck and the other hand on her legs, and with a little effort, he lifted her up easily.
Everyone looked at Chun Xing's relaxed posture and then at Aunt Zhang's plump figure, and they couldn't help but open their mouths wide.
You know, although Aunt Zhang is old, her plump body looks as strong as two Chunxing girls. Even if an ordinary man wants to pick her up, it will take a lot of effort. But this girl can hold her so easily, which is really puzzling.