Chapter 231

The bustling Shanghai Station has now become a suffocating hell. The huge shock wave from the explosion has crushed and knocked down the solid red brick exterior like a piece of paper.

The iconic Victorian arched main station building was the first target of the bombing. Bricks, blood and flesh splattered everywhere. The sounds of bombing, collapse and screams were everywhere. When the two or three meter long broken arch fell towards him, he didn't notice it until it was still five or six meters away.

After more than 30 years of living in a peaceful world, the only danger he encountered was the inexplicable computer explosion. Before he could react, he had already started traveling through space, wandering without any concept of time, in that completely calm space.

In general, his ability to respond is relatively poor and he is totally incomparable to Lu Er. Facing the roof of the building that is falling on him, he can dodge it, but the woman in front of him who wants to sell cigarettes by herself...

It is just a moment, all thoughts have not yet emerged, and all actions are based on instinct.

The woman squatting on the ground, holding her head and screaming, felt a huge push and was pushed out several times like a ball. She climbed up in a daze, and the original place had been occupied by the huge ruins of the roof, with smoke, dust and debris flying.

The roar of the plane overhead was getting closer and closer. The woman was so scared that her legs went weak and she rolled and crawled to find a safe place to hide.

I crawled out from under the rubble of the building with great difficulty. The people running away in the dust in front of me were like pantomime. I could only see their terrified expressions but couldn't hear their voices.

Uh--boom, another bomb exploded not far away, the shock wave blew half of the body over, and the hot blood drenched Rong Zhou all over his head and face. Only then did he slowly hear the sounds around him.

The sounds of bombs exploding and buildings collapsing were mixed with wailing and screaming, until a child's cry was heard: "Daddy, Daddy, what's wrong with you? Daddy."

It's a stone! Rong Zhou looked in panic in the direction of the sound. A child, covered in dust, was sitting on the ground, crying helplessly for his father. With his back to the child, one could see the hair on the back of his head was stuck together with blood.

Rong Zhou ran over. He knew in his heart that it was not a stone, but he felt relieved only when he saw the child's face.

Seeing an adult standing next to him, the child repeatedly found a lifeline and cried out, "Uncle, why doesn't my dad pay attention to me? Dad, I'm in so much pain."

The man lying on the ground had his arms clasped together, and the little boy might have fallen out from there. The child squatting on the other side could not see that the man's back was full of shrapnel, the back of his skull was cut off, and his brains were all over the ground.

"Your father is asleep. Uncle will take you to a safe place and wait for your father to wake up."

“Ah, I…”

Without waiting for the child to say anything, Rong Zhou hugged the child in his arms and quickly walked away from the train station.

The train station was a major bombing target. The bombing became much less frequent once you left a certain range. There were also sporadic bombs that fell and ignited wooden houses. Some people were injured, some escaped, and some were busy putting out the fire. At least it was better than the hellish train station.

"Help, I don't want to die."

"Someone come and save my daughter."

"Ah, my hand!"

The cries for help always reach Rong Zhou's ears first. They are everywhere, and he can neither hide nor leave.

Rong Zhou put the child in a relatively safe place: "Be good, don't move here, I'll go help."

In front of the half-collapsed ruins, an old lady wearing a headscarf and bound feet was digging through the bricks and rubble. She was trying to lift a beam that she couldn't even close with her hands because her daughter was pinned underneath.

She cried and shouted for help, but the people around her who were fleeing didn't even have time to take a second look. Her daughter was still alive. Someone, please save her daughter.

Just as she watched the people around her hurriedly fleeing for their lives and falling into despair, a pair of hands covered the beam that she could not move no matter how hard she tried.

The disheveled young man, with a slender figure and no strength at all, easily pushed aside the piece of wood that required at least two people to lift.

In a few seconds, they dug the person out. "Hey, Auntie, don't be dazed. Hurry and help your daughter over there. The house might collapse again."

It happened so fast. The woman was still crying when she was dug out. The old lady was still in a daze, and her daughter was already stuffed into her hands: "Oh, oh oh."

The woman might have injured her leg, and she was limping and struggling to be carried to the middle of the road. The surroundings were relatively empty, and there would be no collapsed buildings. Of course, Rong Zhou couldn't just carry her over. In this era, the separation of men and women was a very serious issue.

Rong Zhou saw that the little boy was still standing there obediently, his tear-stained face covered with dust and blood, his clear black and white eyes looking at him, but he had stopped crying.

Rong Zhou rubbed the child's head. He liked well-behaved children. This child was much more well-behaved than a stone. If it were a stone, it would have run away.

At the same time, he quietly transformed a trace of his internal energy into healing, and the small wound on the back of the child's head quietly recovered as before.

The mother and daughter hugged each other and cried bitterly, thankful that they were both alive. The mother was also distressed about her daughter's deformed leg and didn't even dare to touch it: "What should I do? My daughter, does it hurt?"

The woman, with a pale face, comforted her mother: "Mom, I'm not in pain."

The old lady wiped her tears and helped her daughter sit on the ground.

Rong Zhou didn't want to meddle in other people's business, but since the woman had already been saved, he thought it was not a difficult task. He roughly observed the woman's leg. There was no bleeding, so it was just a dislocated joint. "I'm a doctor. Let me take a look at your leg."

Without caring about the mother and daughter's reactions, Rong Zhou squatted down and pinched the woman's strangely folded joints through her trouser legs.

The next second, without waiting for anyone to react, Rong Zhou pinched her knee with one hand and grabbed her ankle with the other, twisting and pulling it.

"Ah!" The woman screamed in pain, short and sharp, without even a lingering sound. The pain in her knee immediately subsided, though there was a slight soreness, swelling, and heat. She moved her bent leg and said, "Hey, it's really healed. My leg doesn't hurt anymore."

Rong Zhou stood up, mainly to increase the distance, and warned: "Try to walk less and use less force on your leg in the next 30 days. You need to take care of it."

"Oh, yes, I understand, doctor. I will definitely take good care of her." The old lady finally realized that her daughter's leg had been cured. As she spoke, she clasped her hands together and bowed to Rong Zhou: "Thank you, doctor. You are the reincarnation of the compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva. Thank you, doctor."

Rong Zhou was most afraid of dealing with this kind of people, so he quickly pulled the child away.

After walking a few steps, he was stopped by a man: "Doctor, doctor, please save my wife." The big man was carrying an unconscious woman on his back.

The young man was a doctor. He saw the doctor treating the old woman's leg and heard the old woman's cry. The man, who was helping his wife save her life, knelt down on the spot and begged for help.