"My grandpa is only seventeen years old and is on the school track and field team. I came to the hospital for a physical examination and I have to participate in a competition after the physical examination... I have to participate in the competition... My legs are very important... I can't have them amputated, I can't have them amputated! Doctor, please save me, you must save my legs! I can't have them amputated!"

Song Yingying felt a heavy force on her hand, and the person holding her was trembling nervously.

"Calm down, what you need to do now is to calm down! Tell me your name first?" Song Yingying's eyes were steady, like an elder who was much older than her.

"I...I...Xu Feng, my name is Xu Feng." The young man was still trembling.

"Very good, Xu Feng." Song Yingying shouted the young man's name loudly, "Look at me now! Xu Feng, your leg is not seriously injured, but you also saw that there are so many patients waiting for emergency treatment at the scene, and I can't take care of you all the time. So whether you can save your leg now depends on you. Listen carefully to what I am going to say next, check the wound every half an hour, is it bleeding, is it painful, can you move? Remember, check it every half an hour, and find a doctor immediately if there is any problem!"

"I...I..." The young man gasped for breath, looked into Song Yingying's cold eyes, and actually calmed down, "I remember, doctor, I remember."

"Very good, take good care of yourself, and we doctors will do our best."

After Song Yingying finished her instructions, she turned and walked towards the next patient.

At this moment, a person who looked like a nurse rushed out in panic and shouted around.

"Doctor? Is there a doctor? Is there a doctor? Come quickly! Someone is coming! Doctor——"

There was no other doctor nearby except Song Yingying.

Song Yingying immediately walked over through the ruins and asked the nurse, "I'm a doctor. What's wrong?"

"It's time to give birth! A pregnant woman is about to give birth, come and take a look." The nurse held Song Yingying's hand tightly, and without caring about anything else, she pulled her away immediately.

They circled another area and came to the back of a group of collapsed houses.

“Wow…wow…wow…wow…”

The first thing Song Yingying heard was the crying of babies. The children, still in their cradles, were placed on the ground with only a quilt underneath them.

Fortunately, the obstetrics and gynecology department of this hospital recently adjusted its location and was temporarily placed in another small one-story bungalow.

After the earthquake, the small bungalow collapsed, but the nurses, pregnant women and children miraculously escaped.

However, there was no safe place nearby, so all the children and pregnant women had to rest on the open ground.

The baby’s milk powder…the oxygen mask…the rescue equipment…are gone, all gone.

In addition, there is...

"The pregnant woman is thirty-one weeks pregnant, less than eight months pregnant. She came to the hospital for a prenatal check-up. She bumped her stomach when she escaped from the earthquake. She had slight pain at first, but no bleeding." The nurse was very professional. She told Song Yingying about the patient's condition as they walked. "She had bleeding two hours ago, and her water broke an hour ago... Our director of obstetrics and gynecology... the director..."

As she spoke, the nurse raised her hand and wiped her red eyes.

Miracles are never the result of random throwing of blood, but the result of someone silently sacrificing their life.

When the earthquake happened, the director of the obstetrics and gynecology department was taking care of a patient. A pregnant woman was lying on the operating table, unable to move. Seeing that the baby's head was about to come out, the chief doctor said she would not leave no matter what. She personally protected a child's life in the crumbling house.

But she herself was unable to escape and was crushed by the collapsed roof.

"Our chief physician is gone. I've looked for all the doctors nearby, but they're not gynecologists, so I don't know how to take over." The nurse placed her hope on Song Yingying, looking at her pleadingly, "Doctor...you...you..."

Trembling words and nervous mood related to the lives of a pregnant woman and her child. The nurse's eyes were red and she dared not ask, fearing to hear a negative answer again.