Chapter 851 Almost Missed Shen Mo raised her eyes, her gaze sweeping over the crowd, "I know it's dangerous, but I'm going to find him."
She paused, then said softly, more like telling herself, "He'll be alright. I have to go."
The crowd was still offering their advice, and some even suggested sending two more soldiers to accompany her.
Shen Mo listened quietly, without refuting, only nodding slightly.
However, just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief and was busy allocating personnel and supplies, Chen Mo's figure flashed and silently disappeared into the rain and twilight surrounding the medical point.
The rain soaked her hair and clothes, and the mud made it difficult for her to walk, but she did not hesitate at all.
Shen Mo gripped the wooden stick she had been using to probe the way tightly, her backpack containing only the few remaining medicines and the oil packet.
She believed that no matter what happened, the man who could always create miracles was waiting for her somewhere.
Silence fell over the medical station for a moment.
An older nurse who was tidying up equipment sighed and whispered to the nurse next to her, "I heard that the man who went missing yesterday was Dr. Chen's lover."
The person next to him suddenly realized, and a complicated expression appeared on his face as he rubbed his rough hands: "No wonder... her calmness just now made me feel even worse."
“What a good comrade,” another female team member, who was feeding water to a wounded soldier, couldn’t help but tear up, her voice choked with emotion, “We’ve all seen how Dr. Shen has treated the wounded these past few days. He hasn’t even had a proper night’s sleep himself, so why did he…”
She didn't say anything more, only shook her head and sighed.
Those around who heard this also silently lowered their heads.
They had all witnessed the devastation of floods and knew what it meant to be swept away in such circumstances.
Shen Mo's almost obsessive conviction, in the eyes of most people, was nothing more than a stress response to excessive grief and an unwillingness to accept reality.
The rain was torrential, and the mud was ankle-deep.
Chen Mo walked unsteadily across the devastated area left behind by the receding floodwaters.
The rain blurred her vision, but it couldn't wash away the determination in her eyes.
She carefully discerned the direction of the water flow, observed the direction of the branches stuck in the alluvial deposits, and, relying on her previous experience in the wild, struggled to make her way downstream to an area where survivors might be found.
She couldn't believe that Lu Qingyang would just disappear like that.
That guy who always manages to escape danger must be waiting for her somewhere.
Meanwhile, a few miles away on a gentle slope, Lu Qingyang was indeed trekking towards the upstream medical point.
He had just escaped from a muddy puddle, but his body was covered in mud again.
As he prepared to take a short rest, he vaguely heard the sound of a gong and a rapid whistle coming from the front.
He rushed to the sound and found a team of soldiers working hard to rescue several villagers trapped on the rooftops that were about to be submerged by a second flood.
The water was swift, and the makeshift ropes the soldiers had erected were in grave danger of collapsing under the impact of the flood.
Lu Qingyang didn't hesitate at all. "I'll help!"
He shouted and joined the rescue team.
He was still alive and moved nimbly, helping to secure ropes, pass supplies, and even risking his life to wade through waist-deep water at the most critical moment to carry a terrified child to the safety harness.
In the midst of the tense rescue, finding his wet and heavy coat cumbersome, he casually took it off and tossed it onto a slightly higher embankment nearby.
However, a receding wave crashed in, and the coat, covered in mud and its original color almost unrecognizable, was swept away by the turbid current and instantly disappeared into the rolling waves.
Lu Qingyang only had time to catch a glimpse of it; the rescue was urgent, and he had no time to spare.
Only after the last villager was safely evacuated did Lu Qingyang feel a wave of exhaustion wash over him.
He declined the soldiers' offer to let him return to the temporary settlement with them, wiped the rain and sweat from his face, and set off again to find Shen Mo.
Chen Mo stopped by the river. Rainwater streamed down her hair and into her neck, chilling her to the bone.
She squinted, straining to discern direction through the murky, churning water. Just then, a familiar color caught her eye.
That jacket, caught between branches not far downstream, swayed with the current, its deep blue fabric and unique shoulder design...
She blinked sharply, her vision blurred by the rain and perhaps something else.
She remembered that dress very clearly.
She and Lu Qingyang picked it out together at the department store last autumn.
He initially thought it was too expensive, but she smiled and said the color looked good on him, so he insisted on buying it, even buying two pieces at once.
"Impossible..." she murmured to herself.
Chen Mo chased after the river downstream without regard for anything else, her trousers splashed with mud and water.
She broke off a long branch, leaned forward, stretched out her arm, and desperately tried to reach the coat that was half-entangled in the branch.
The current was very strong, and it took several attempts before the branches barely managed to catch the hem of my clothes.
She carefully, bit by bit, dragged the soaking wet and heavy coat back to the shore.
The clothes were icy cold to the touch, soaked in mud, and heavy, but the style, the material…
Shen Mo shook her head. She simply couldn't believe that Lu Qingyang could really be in trouble.
He has escaped danger so many times before, so this time, things will definitely be the same.
Shen Mo ran desperately downstream, calling his name as she went: "Qingyang! Where are you?"
At the same time, Lu Qingyang, who was trudging through the mud, vaguely heard a strange sound coming from the wind. He stopped and listened carefully.
Aside from the pattering rain and howling wind, it seemed... there really was someone calling out?
He shook his head, a feeling of utter exhaustion. But as he took another step, the sound seemed even more real, tinged with a sob, broken and intermittent, yet stubbornly piercing through the rain:
"Qing...Yang...!"
This time, he heard it clearly! That voice... Momo! Momo's voice!
At this moment, Shen Mo was shrouded in immense sorrow and fear.
She ran until she was breathless and exhausted, and finally collapsed on the riverbank again.
Shen Mo hugged his clothes, buried her face in the cold, damp fabric, and cried out his name over and over again, as if she could call him back.
As Lu Qingyang heard the crying coming from downstream becoming clearer, his heart grew even more anxious.
He pushed aside the branches blocking his way and ran headlong toward the sound of crying.
He was splashed with mud and water, but he didn't care at all.
"Momo. Don't cry! I'm here!" he shouted as he ran, his voice slightly panting from the effort.
Finally, after rounding a thicket of bushes that had been swept away by the flood, he saw the figure huddled on the riverbank, soaking wet, clutching his coat and crying his heart out.
At that moment, Lu Qingyang felt as if his heart had been violently clenched.
Seeing that Shen Mo was about to jump into the river, Lu Qingyang swiftly pulled her back.
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