Time that cannot be embraced

"Oh no!" The rescue team members felt a sinking feeling in their hearts.

The space inside the landslide was smaller, and the air quickly became turbid and thin. The patients on the stretchers began to breathe more rapidly and with difficulty, and their faces turned cyanotic.

Without any hesitation, Jiang Lin quickly took off the portable oxygen mask he was carrying and fastened it firmly on the patient's mouth and nose.

"Doctor Jiang, you..." The captain was a little surprised.

"He needs it more." Jiang Lin's voice was unusually calm in the darkness, even with an almost cold composure.

The rescue team leader watched him remain fearless in such a desperate situation, even leaving his life to the patient. He couldn't help but admire him and said in a hoarse voice, "Doctor... you are so brave. Your mental strength is amazing."

Jiang Lin checked the patient's vital signs in the dim light of his teammate's headlamp. Hearing this, he simply replied softly, as if speaking to others, but also as if telling himself, "My biggest fear... has already been overcome for me. I can't panic."

Gu Yansheng overcame his psychological barriers and walked in the rain on a rainy night. He endured the discomfort all over his body and resolutely followed to the disaster area. What was there for him to be afraid of?

He believed that he would get out safely because he knew that he would never break his promise to Gu Yansheng.

The captain didn't understand what he meant by that, and at the moment he had no desire to delve into it. He said, "The newly collapsed soil is relatively loose, so the excavation outside should be progressing quickly. Keep your strength and conserve oxygen."

There was no concept of time in the black hole. The only sound in the quiet surroundings was the steady breathing of everyone trying to suppress their fear. After an unknown amount of time, the unreal roar of excavators and the anxious shouts of people could be heard from the thick mud.

The sound became clearer and clearer, and accompanied by a loud bang and a ray of light coming in, the passage was reopened!

"Quick! Get the stretcher out first!"

Jiang Lin did not show any emotional fluctuations, but gave quick instructions to assist the rescue team members in getting the patient out of danger as quickly as possible.

As soon as they left the danger zone, another young man who had been waiting outside rushed over crying and hugged the unconscious person on the stretcher tightly, his voice piercing, "Azhe! Azhe, wake up! Look at me!"

Jiang Lin immediately stepped forward and calmly pulled the emotionally distraught family member away. "Don't waste time. Are you his lover? He can still be saved, but surgery is necessary immediately! Go to the county hospital with the ambulance. On the way, cooperate with the doctor and inform him of the situation!"

He spoke very quickly and clearly, instantly calming the family members who were on the verge of collapse.

And at the edge of the crowd not far away, Gu Yansheng bit his lips tightly, and tears mixed with rain silently slid down his face.

From the moment he heard the news of the landslide, his heart almost stopped beating, and the horrific scene of his death and Jiang Lin emerged uncontrollably in his mind.

Extreme fear and worry acted as a catalyst, causing the rash all over his body to spread wildly, and the burning, itching and pain reached their peak.

At that time, he staggered to a relatively quiet corner, turned his back to the busy crowd, and increased the dosage of oral anti-allergic drugs. However, as soon as he swallowed the pills, he suddenly bent over and vomited them out because of extreme fear and body rejection. His stomach was empty, with only bitter bile left.

No one noticed the figure curled up in the corner. Everyone was paying attention to the rescued rescue team members and the seriously injured patients.

Now the familiar figure appeared in sight safe and sound.

Gu Yansheng's heart suddenly fell back to reality, but his brain was suffocated by the instant relaxation and long-term lack of oxygen. He sneaked into a corner and took out the only adrenaline that Jiang Lin had reserved for him, but his hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't aim it at the skin several times.

At this moment, a pair of muddy but steady and warm hands covered him, and a familiar breath instantly enveloped him.

Jiang Lin came to his side without him knowing when. He didn't ask anything, but silently and professionally took the injection pen from his hand, accurately found the position, and neatly pushed the medicine into his skin.

"I need a car."

Jiang Lin's voice was low and calm, as if he wasn't the one who had just experienced life-or-death danger. "The patient is in critical condition and needs brain surgery. I want to go to the county hospital with you to see if I can get him on the operating table."

Gu Yansheng's tears flowed even more violently. His whole body was shaking. The rash did not subside at all. His throat was choked with sobs and he could not utter a word.

But he just wiped his blurred vision hard, stuffed the car keys into Jiang Lin's hand, and squeezed out two words from his throat with all his strength: "...Okay...Okay."

Jiang Lin looked at him deeply, and that look contained too many unspeakable emotions. He didn't even have time to give Gu Yansheng a comforting hug, because the patient's life was entering the countdown.

He took the keys, turned around and strode towards the car.

On the way to the county hospital, Jiang Lin drove quickly but steadily. Gu Yansheng huddled in the passenger seat, silent, clutching her clothes tightly against her chest, resisting waves of discomfort.

After arriving at the county hospital, Jiang Lin went straight to the emergency room, revealed his identity, and communicated quickly. Fortunately, Zhongnao Central Hospital had already conducted a remote consultation with the county hospital in advance, opened a green channel, and agreed to let Jiang Lin participate in this emergency operation as an expert.

The lights in the operating room were on from late at night until noon the next day.

Gu Yansheng sat on the bench outside the operating room, motionless, like a dusty sculpture.

In the end, the operation was successful, but the medical conditions of the county hospital could not support the patient's subsequent intensive care and treatment. Zhongnao Central Hospital sent a professional transfer team and vehicle, and Jiang Lin needed to escort the vehicle to ensure the patient's safety on the way.

Jiang Lin walked out of the operating room tired but determined. Seeing Gu Yansheng still waiting there, his heart tightened. He walked up to him, squatted down, looked at his pale, haggard face covered with rashes, and said in a hoarse but gentle voice, "Yansheng."

Gu Yansheng raised his head, his eyes were red and swollen.

"I can't let you drive back by yourself. It's too dangerous." Jiang Lin raised his hand, wanting to touch his face, but was concerned about the sensitivity of his skin. In the end, he just gently brushed the sweaty hair on his forehead.

"I've contacted Gu Ting, he'll be here soon. Be obedient and go back with them. Get treatment and rest. I'll come see you when I'm done."

Gu Yansheng nodded obediently.

Soon, Gu Ting and Zhou Yuan rushed to the hospital. Seeing her brother's miserable and weak appearance, as if he would break at any moment, Zhou Yuan gasped in fear and urged Gu Ting repeatedly, "Do you want to get an IV in the emergency room here? Or should we contact a private doctor directly to come to your home for an IV? Yansheng, are you okay?"

"It's okay, sister-in-law, I want to go back and rest..."

Gu Yansheng's body was already overloaded, but he still wanted to go back with Jiang Lin. Furthermore, after getting an IV, he could change into softer and more comfortable clothes, which would help soothe his skin...

Gu Ting's face turned pale as he looked at his brother. In the end, he said nothing. He just took off his coat, gently draped it over Gu Yansheng, then picked him up and strode out.

Jiang Lin was in the ambulance, thinking about the people in the hospital, but the sounds of the monitoring equipment kept reminding him to stay focused. He could only silently force himself to devote himself to the task of escorting the critically ill patients.