Bringing space back to the 1970s to develop rural areas

Even though she had experienced the end of the world in the future with zombies running rampant, Yang Qingdai's heart ached violently.

Thinking of the string of cold data recorded by later generations, in just twenty seconds, the entire city was reduced to ruins, more than 7,000 families were killed or injured, hundreds of thousands of people were killed or injured, and thousands of children became orphans.

At this moment, it seemed as if a huge mountain pressed down on Yang Qingdai's chest, and a strong feeling of suffocation came over her in an instant.

Liu Aiguo and others had no time to be shocked or sad. They left a message "Comrade Xiao Yang, take care of yourself" and rushed to the front line of rescue with their comrades.

Before Yang Qingdai had time to put down the medicine box she was carrying, she was carried to a medical tent on the edge of the disaster area by an old man wearing a white coat over his military uniform.

The man blew his beard and glared, "Nonsense, we are not all dead yet. How can you let such a little kid go to the disaster area alone with a medicine box on his back?

There are aftershocks all the time. You, keep an eye on her and don't go in. Just stay outside and help the injured."

The old man left angrily.

The young soldier at the door said aggrievedly, "She went in with the northern troops."

"I'm sorry for causing you to get scolded." Yang Qingdai apologized to the young soldier, "I will just stay outside and not go in, so as not to add to your workload."

He took out a piece of agarwood and put it in his mouth, put on a mask and gloves, and quickly checked the condition of the rescued injured.

People inside were either lying or sitting, and their clothes were relatively neat. This should be a temporary shelter for those with minor injuries.

Yang Qingdai's eyes were attracted by a little girl who was curled up in the corner of the tent, wearing a red dress and hugging her arms, with a few dried bloodstains on her dirty face.

The little girl didn't cry or make a fuss, she just sat there quietly. When someone came in, she would look up with joy, then lower her head in silence and disappointment.

The arm he was hugging was obviously injured and had not been treated yet.

Yang Qingdai came to her side with a medical kit on her back, squatted in front of her, put down the medical kit, and said softly: "Little girl, sister will help check if you are injured anywhere, okay?"

The little girl blinked twice and said timidly, "My hand hurts."

Her voice sounded like sand from someone who hadn't had water for a long time. Yang Qingdai poured a full lid of water from the kettle, supported her injured hand, and handed the water to her.

"Moisten your throat with your saliva first. Once you finish drinking, your hands will no longer hurt." Yang Qingdai couldn't help but soften her voice to coax her.

This water was the medicinal stream water that Xiaodao prepared for her.

Although it is not as effective as pills like Baibingxiao, drinking it regularly can strengthen your body and enhance your immunity and resistance.

Seeing the little girl taking the water and drinking it in small sips, Yang Qingdai finally felt at ease to check her injured right hand.

Most of them are superficial scratches, mainly dislocation of shoulder and elbow joints, and swelling of wrists.

It was probably caused by someone grabbing his right hand and pulling it upwards with great force.

He took the pot lid she handed back, and like a magic trick, he took out a White Rabbit from his pocket, peeled off the wrapping paper, stuffed it into her mouth, and opened his mouth to attract her attention.

"Can you tell me your name and how old you are?"

Yang Qingdai held her shoulder with one hand and her arm with the other, as if checking her.

"My name is Yuanyuan, and I am six years old."

As she spoke, Yang Qingdai's hands gently pushed and pulled, and there were two slight "clicks".

Before Yuanyuan could react to what was happening, Yang Qingdai smiled and praised her: "Yuanyuan is awesome! What a brave child."

There was confusion on her round little face. What just happened? Why did her sister suddenly praise her?

"Can you try moving your arms now?"

Under Yang Qingdai's encouraging gaze, Yuanyuan tried to move her arm and exclaimed, "My hand doesn't hurt anymore."

Yang Qingdai rubbed her head. "My shoulder and elbow don't hurt anymore, but my wrist is still swollen. I need to apply medicine."

Yuanyuan stretched out her little hand and obediently let Yang Qingdai apply medicine to her.

Just after bandaging Yuanyuan, the ground shook, causing the broken glass windows on the ruins to rustle, and a loud rumbling noise came from outside the tent, as if it was very close.

"Get to the flat ground quickly."

The young soldier at the door came in quickly to arrange for everyone to evacuate in an orderly manner. Yang Qingdai carried the medical kit, picked up Yuanyuan, and followed the crowd out of the tent.

"Boom~"

A crumbling "dangerous wall" that was only half a person's height finally collapsed in the aftershock, raising clouds of dust.

There were constant cries and screams.

"Oh my God, why don't you open your eyes and take a look? How far are you going to push us?"

Yang Qingdai glanced sideways and saw the howling old man, his left arm hanging twisted on his arm, and his right hand was nowhere to be seen.

"My dear grandson, he is only four years old, why don't you give him a chance to live? My son, my daughter-in-law. God, why don't you kill me?"

The old man's uncontrollable crying seemed to have pressed a start button. Those who had experienced the aftershocks burst into tears while hugging the people around them or the belongings of their loved ones.

"My old partner~"

"My child, how can I live with you..."

Feelings of sadness and despair permeated the ruins and took a long time to dissipate.

Yang Qingdai, who claimed to have experienced the end of the world and was accustomed to the separation of life and death, couldn't help but feel a sore nose and swollen eyes.

The hopeless cries scared Yuanyuan so much that she buried her face in her arms. Yang Qingdai raised her hands to hug her head and cover her ears as much as possible.

"Doctor, doctor, hurry up, save him." A young soldier carried an old man with blood all over his head and rushed out of the ruins towards them during the aftershocks.

Yang Qingdai put Yuanyuan down and handed her to the injured person closest to her. She then saw several people in white coats and plain clothes like her carrying medicine boxes coming forward to treat the injured.

He raised his arm and wiped his forehead roughly, took out hemostatic drugs and disinfectant alcohol from the medicine box, and walked forward.

"Quick, who has hemostatic and disinfectant drugs? Give them to me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Qingdai had already handed him what he had asked for.

When I got closer, I smelled disinfectant on him. He must be a western doctor.

He glanced at Yang Qingdai, then took the things in her hand and skillfully and quickly stopped the bleeding and disinfected the old man.

Other medical staff also dispersed to take care of other injured people.

Yang Qingdai stayed to help him.

The old man's entire forehead was lifted up, his white skull was vaguely visible in the blood, and his skin was faintly green.

Yang Qingdai, wearing a mask and holding agarwood in her mouth, seemed to smell a foul stench.

"The wound is seriously infected and must be transferred for treatment immediately."

"Yes." The young soldier immediately brought a stretcher and carried the old man away after stopping the bleeding, disinfecting him, and giving him a simple bandage.

As more and more survivors were rescued, some cried with joy when they saw their relatives and friends being rescued, while others cried with sorrow when they saw their relatives who had lost vital signs being carried out.

The sky was gray and there were endless ruins as far as the eye could see.

Hearing the endless crying, the words "the mountains and rivers are weeping" emerged in Yang Qingdai's mind.