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Chapter 42 Beaver City 7
Fu Anan was shocked and thought he was being retaliated against for saying bad things about the game.
It was later realized that the city's power equipment was damaged by the typhoon and the entire Beaver City was without power.
The typhoon came suddenly and violently, with torrential rain and strong winds. The trees on the streets swayed violently, and street lights and road signs were pulled up by the strong wind.
The floor where Fu Anan lived was shaking, and the sound of breaking glass came from next door - the windows were shattered by the typhoon.
Fu Anan was in a half-asleep state throughout the night.
I was worried that the glass couldn’t block the typhoon outside, and I was even more worried that the rickety old residential building would be blown down.
After a night, the old residential building was still shaking, but it managed to hold on.
Fu Anan listened to the howling of wind and rain all night, and her frightened heart finally calmed down.
But the people upstairs were not so lucky. All the windows outside were broken, and not only was the house wet, but the homeowner was also injured by the flying glass and was sent to the hospital early in the morning.
Emergency and fire departments across the city were dispatched, and cars could be seen everywhere heading towards the nearest hospital.
The heavy rain outside continues.
Fu Anan made a note in her notebook - Day 9 in Beaver City
This is just the prelude to the great disaster.
Although there was a power outage in the entire city, there was still internet signal, but it was not very good.
Fu Anan saw that most of the posts on social media were about the typhoon, and some people were asking for help, saying that someone in their family was injured and asked if anyone could help get them to the hospital.
There are few people offering help under the post, but more people asking for help.
[Who has a car? I'm in the XXX area, please give me a ride. My elderly family member is injured, I'd like to help him for a fee.]
My car was flooded in the underground garage, and the water on the street was knee-deep. There were so few cars that I couldn't even take care of them.
[The hospital is now overcrowded, and the doctors and nurses are overwhelmed. If you have a minor injury, I suggest you buy some medicine and bandage it yourself at home...]
Fu Anan read the above content and roughly understood the current situation outside.
Fortunately, Beaver City was not in chaos because of the overnight typhoon. The news was still reporting that the government had set up temporary shelters in the city’s two middle and high schools. All injured patients who could not be cared for and residents whose houses were flooded could bring their ID cards and go there.
There are people in the community who are specifically responsible for counting the disaster victims.
There was a knock on Fu Anan's door, and a middle-aged man with glasses came out.
The middle-aged man was startled when he saw that it was only a young girl who opened the door. He looked into the room and asked, "Do you live alone?"
"What's up?"
Fu Anan asked calmly while standing at the door.
"Oh, we are from the neighborhood office. We are here to count the number of people injured and the damage to houses." The man tried to smile kindly, but his yellow teeth from smoking made people feel uncomfortable.
"Please provide your name for registration. If the house is damaged and uninhabitable, you can go to Beaver No. 5 Middle School."
"Oh, thank you." Fu Anan said politely, "There are two of us in my family, me, Fu Anan, and my brother, Fu Fugui. The house is not damaged."
"Two people." The middle-aged man looked doubtful.
"Well, my brother is going to the bathroom." Fu Anan said casually without blinking.
The person registering was too embarrassed to rush in to see if there was anyone in the toilet, so he quickly wrote his name and registered for the next family.
This game is too real.
After these people left, Fu Anan sighed again, then locked the door again and put a note on the peephole to prevent anyone outside from peeping.
As a person rents houses outside many times, Fu Anan becomes particularly aware of safety even in the game.