Xia Baozhu, carrying the sandbag, kept her head down and continued charging forward, ignoring the fact that although she was strong, her skin was delicate.
Soon, her bandaged hands were rubbed raw by the sandbags, causing blisters.
Why is she strong, but her other physical abilities don't keep up?
Xia Baozhu cursed inwardly, gritted her teeth, and wrapped her hands even tighter.
If her hands hurt a little more, she would switch to carrying the load on her shoulder. Her body felt much better, but her skin didn't seem to care.
Her shoulders started to ache, burning with pain from the friction of the sandbags.
After the first day, Xia Baozhu's shoulders and hands were severely worn.
Although she really wanted to talk to someone and whine a little, she saw that the other soldiers' shoulders were red and swollen, and their arms were covered with all sorts of scratches.
She could only silently endure the pain and get together with Song Yaoyang.
"How are you feeling?" Whenever Song Yaoyang saw Xia Baozhu, he felt like she wasn't carrying sandbags, but cotton; her legs were kicking very fast.
"It's alright, not tiring."
Xia Baozhu was telling the truth; she wasn't tired, but she was in pain.
The floodwaters receded temporarily, and Xia Baozhu looked back at the soldiers who were still stationed on the dam. Some of them waved enthusiastically to her.
Xia Baozhu waved her hand happily.
Although Xia Baozhu only showed her eyes, her achievements were outstanding.
He was short and thin, but he could carry a lot quickly.
After she made several trips back and forth, almost everyone who met her remembered her.
Some soldiers, influenced by her speed and quantity, pushed themselves to the limit, persisting until they were exhausted.
Song Yaoyang and Xia Baozhu waded through the mud and murky water back to their truck camp.
Two teams have already returned.
Seeing Song Yaoyang and Xia Baozhu looking so dirty, I felt a deep sense of admiration.
They encountered Xia Baozhu's team and learned that Song Yaoyang and Xia Baozhu had gone to do the most tiring and arduous task of carrying sandbags.
Song Yaoyang and the others were not surprised, knowing that although he held a high position, he was still a retired soldier with exceptionally strong physical fitness.
What shocked them was Xia Baozhu, a woman who seemed delicate and charming at first glance, who changed their opinions time and time again with her actions.
Until it is completely overturned.
That's incredible!
Looking at the grains of sand on her body and the thick layer of mud on her boots and trousers, you could tell that her claim of carrying sandbags was far from empty talk.
This was the first time they had ever encountered such a strong woman.
But women who are too strong don't inspire sympathy.
Xia Baozhu untied the bandage on her hands, revealing four neat blood blisters on her palms, which were white and wrinkled from being soaked in water.
She asked Song Yaoyang to bring her some alcohol.
Song Yaoyang came over with a bottle of alcohol, smiling as he said, "What, you want another sip?"
He stopped quickly, then frowned: "I'll get you a needle; the blister needs to be popped for it to heal faster."
Song Yaoyang brought over a first-aid kit, took out an unopened needle, tore open the packaging, and pricked the blood blister on Xia Baozhu's hand.
Blood flowed from the blister. Song Yaoyang used tweezers to soak a cotton ball in alcohol and then wiped it on Xia Baozhu.
Xia Baozhu's face changed instantly, and a piercing pain shot through the area where the alcohol had been wiped.
The pain made her want to pull her hand back.
Song Yaoyang quickly grabbed her hand: "The wound will hurt a lot when it comes into contact with alcohol, just bear with it."
Xia Baozhu suppressed the urge to scream and asked him, "Don't you have iodine?"
"No, only alcohol."
Looking at Xia Baozhu's face contorted in pain, Song Yaoyang lowered his head and secretly chuckled.
When carrying sandbags, they dart around faster than rabbits, but now they look pitiful.
After treating her hands and wrapping them with two layers of breathable gauze, Xia Baozhu asked Song Yaoyang to leave the items behind.
"Where else is there a bag? On your feet?" Song Yaoyang looked at Xia Baozhu's feet. When she came back, she walked quite steadily, and there was no sign of a bag.
“I’m not carrying any sandbags on my feet.”
"Oh, that's my shoulder. Do you need help?"
At this moment, Song Yaoyang regarded Xia Baozhu as a comrade-in-arms and had no other thoughts.
“No need, I can do it myself.” Xia Baozhu took the first-aid kit and jumped onto the back of the truck in two steps.
The rear compartment has a khaki canvas roof, which can also be used as a resting place at night.
Song Yaoyang went down to the bottom of the carriage and asked, "Can you see clearly inside? Let me turn on the flashlight for you."
Xia Baozhu was taking off her coat when she heard Song Yaoyang's words and replied, "Can you please stop talking?"
Song Yaoyang curled his lip; women are more than just a little bit more troublesome than men.
If it were him, he would have already taken care of the blisters on his feet.
Despite the pain, Xia Baozhu applied alcohol to the broken blisters and gritted her teeth as she said to Song Yaoyang outside, "Remember to bring more iodine next time."
Xia Baozhu withstood the test of alcohol.
Great, she's completely transformed from a goddess into a tomboy.
But she didn't want to become a tomboy!
Xia Baozhu wanted to cry but had no tears; this was the aftereffect of being so strong.
The other team members returned one after another, ate a quick meal, lay down in the back of the train, too lazy to even say a word.
Rescuing people from floods requires not only courage and determination, but also sufficient strength.
Most of them experienced being swept away by floods or spinning in place in their inflatable boats.
Although they were all wearing life jackets and were tough guys, it was impossible to remain completely calm when facing danger; inner tension would put a strain on the body.
The phrase "physically and mentally exhausted" is the most apt description.
However, after recovering, the neighbors began to share their achievements of the day, how many people, livestock, and dogs they had saved.
"I heard that a short volunteer went to Bashang today, and he did a really good job."
"Alright, I know who you're talking about."
You know?
"That's him."
"It's her? That's impossible."
“Our team encountered their team. There were only three people on the boat. Manager Song and she had both gone to Bashang.”
"There are quite a few short people, it can't be her, she's very clean."
"Why not? Do you know how strong she is?"
"You don't need to tell me, everyone knows that. But I don't believe she went to carry sandbags. A young woman like her would be more suited to delivering water."
"I'm not talking to you anymore, ask someone else."
The two people who were talking turned around at the same time, back to back, and went to chat with the person opposite them.
Xia Baozhu continued to sleep in the driver's seat by herself.
When you're away from home, conditions are basic. If you've chosen to stay, you can't be afraid of hardship.
Xia Baozhu changed her wet clothes while encouraging herself.
She had just put on her trousers when she heard a knock on the car door.
"who?"
"It's me," came Song Yaoyang's voice.
Xia Baozhu opened the car window and looked down. Her long, slightly damp, curly hair draped lazily over her shoulders, adding a touch of allure to her pure face.
Bathed in moonlight, she resembled a bewitching enchantress, slowly revealing a beautifully woven net that drew people into its trap without their knowledge.
It seemed like Song Yaoyang was discovering Xia Baozhu's beauty for the first time. He was stunned for a moment and forgot what he was going to say.
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