Although the off-road vehicle has good performance, it is still just a car.
Can’t “fly” yet!
Although we are close to the disaster area, the road has not been completely opened yet.
A pile of collapsed rocks blocked the way of the convoy.
Many young people in camouflage uniforms were using the most primitive tools to move the big rocks.
"Get off! Let's walk!"
Yu Zeqi took a look, estimated the time, and made a decision.
"good!"
Huangmao and the driver both agreed, got out of the car quickly, opened the trunk, took out their backpacks, unpacked the medicines and stuffed them into the backpacks.
Gu Qingcheng also jumped out of the car and said to the three people: "Thank you!"
Then, without much hesitation, she climbed over the pile of rocks with her backpack on her back and headed towards the county town.
"This little girl is quite arrogant!"
Huangmao filled the backpack and put it on his shoulders with a grin: Damn, it's so heavy!
"I hope she has reason to be proud, and isn't just putting on an act!"
The driver, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke.
He is a retired special forces soldier, a pure steel straight man.
He has always believed that things like fighting wars and disaster relief are men's responsibilities.
If even women go, what are the men for?
The disaster area is not a showplace, not a place to show off or perform a big drama!
Of course, Gu Qingcheng's outfit did change the driver's opinion - this girl, even if she wanted to be in the spotlight, was quite "diligent".
At least they have enough equipment.
However, going to the disaster area requires more than just clothing.
You also need professional knowledge, sufficient physical strength, and a strong heart!
That's why the driver said, "I hope she has reason to be proud!"
Only if you have the ability can you really help others.
Otherwise, you are here to hinder us.
"Let's go!"
Yu Zeqi did not comment further.
First of all, they were not familiar with each other and were just strangers who met by chance.
Secondly, Yu Zeqi's upbringing does not allow him to discuss other people behind their backs.
Thirdly, Yu Zeqi inexplicably had a kind of confidence in Gu Qingcheng: She can do it!
The three of them filled their backpacks, parked the car aside, and then continued on foot.
The closer they got to the disaster area, the greater the shock they suffered.
The sky collapsed and the earth broke, leaving only ruins!
It's not just a few pale words, but bloody facts.
The cries, calls for help, and wails turned this place into a hell on earth.
As if the weather wasn't good enough, a drizzle started to fall to make matters worse.
It has increased the difficulty and pain for those who are doing rescue work and for those who are injured.
The olive green figure swayed in the rain.
The doctor's white coat was also soiled.
"Anesthetic! Is there any more anesthetic?"
"Just half a stick! Even half a stick will do!"
The doctor's voice was hoarse and painful.
In the hospital, you can get as much anesthetic as you want, not just half a dose.
But here, supplies cannot be transported in, medicines are in short supply, and there is not enough anesthetic to perform surgery on injured civilians.
"Gauze! Do you have any more gauze?"
"...No more alcohol? What about water? Is there any more?"
The screams of doctors and nurses revealed helplessness and despair.
"I have it here!"
Gu Qingcheng rushed into a temporary shelter and saw many injured people lying in the shed.
In the makeshift operating room, several figures in white were busy.
She quickly opened her backpack and took out all the medicines.
"Good! That's great!"
"Classmate, you are a medical student, right? Do you know how to suture?"
The doctor who had just been shouting for alcohol was very happy to see Gu Qingcheng.
"meeting!"
Gu Qingcheng did not explain that she was a student of literature rather than medicine, but directly answered the question of whether or not.
She picked up a bottle of alcohol gel and began to smear her hands.
Then, pick up a pair of suture pliers, thread the thread, and sew the needle.
Her movements were as smooth as flowing water. Not to mention medical students, even ordinary interns could not reach her level.
Huoshui: ...This elder has extracted the most advanced surgical skills in this time and space.
Gu Qingcheng already had the level of Western medicine in the Republic of China era.
Now with the addition of a surgical buff, you can instantly become a surgical expert.
Stitch!
Stop the bleeding!
Open the abdomen, close the abdomen!
The doctors standing by were a little shocked: Are medical students nowadays so awesome?
When he first entered the hospital, he had to work as a hook-puller in the operating room after three years of regular internship.
If you want to get the opportunity to close your abdomen, it also depends on the teacher being generous enough.
"Which medical school are you from?"
"I really couldn't help it, the doctor asked while performing the operation.
"I'm from the Department of Literature at S University."
Gu Qingcheng quickly treated the patient's wounds.
Doctor: ...Is it because I've been doing surgery for five or six hours straight that I've become completely stupid?
Are you starting to hear voices?
Department of Literature?
What the hell is this?
"You, you're not a medical student?"
"no!"
"So your family runs a clinic?" You have a long family background in medicine, so you are so skilled?
"No! My family runs a small restaurant! But there's a small clinic next door to my house. I often go there to play and learn a little bit!"
Gu Qingcheng's words were half true and half false.
It’s true, there is indeed a small clinic next to the Gu family, which has been open for more than ten years.
However, basically it is just the level of treating colds and fevers and giving people an IV drip.
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