Sheng Qing let Xun Sheng turn his head and found a blood-stained face in the ruins. Reading at zero

The gray-white mud powder covered his body several times, and he couldn't move because of the heavy weight. Only his lips trembled and the sound was so weak that it was difficult to distinguish.

Sheng Qing let him recognize him, and hurriedly bent down, struggling to remove the heavy object that was pressing on him, and the blood gurgled out.

A pair of legs were bloody, and Bai Sensen's bones were exposed and almost shattered.

"Big brother?"

"Third, save me..."

He only murmured and repeated the sentence, his voice getting lower and lower.

In the face of this situation, Sheng Qingrang was obviously unable to do anything, so he could only turn to Zong Ying, and called out in some embarrassment, "Miss Zong."

Zong Ying was still standing at the entrance of the stairs and did not notice the sound of help.

She has been out in many places and has come into contact with a large number of corpses, but they are all different from the current situation. Someone dashed down from the upstairs and hit her, only then did she regain her senses and heard Sheng Qingrang's voice.

Zong Ying pursed his lips tightly and walked over the corpse on the ground to him, and saw the eldest brother of the Sheng family who was lying on the ground almost unconscious.

"Just let it go," she said.

Sheng Qingrang avoided it, and after listening to her order to "find a few clean towels", he immediately went upstairs to look for it.

The eldest brother was seriously injured, Zong Ying squatted down to check, raised his head silently and glanced around the hall. The medical conditions are not very optimistic these days. Even in a metropolis like Shanghai, the medical resources may not be able to smoothly cope with such a big accident, and the possibility of waiting for timely rescue is very small.

Sheng Qingrang quickly went downstairs and handed the towel to Zong Ying, only to see her pressing down the wound for the eldest brother with quick movements - it is necessary to stop the bleeding.

The hall gradually became chaotic, some people came in and some people went out, and some people went out to vomit, and the burnt smell seemed to be heavier.

Zong Ying put his hands on the towel, turned his head and said to Sheng Qingrang, "Mr. Sheng, your elder brother must have an amputation. He needs immediate surgery. Please contact the vehicle as soon as possible to take him to the hospital."

The hotel manager crawled out from behind the bar at this time, picked up the phone with trembling hands, and called out over and over again - after a few busy responses, he finally got through.

"Send a rescue car! Rescue car! Chinachem Hotel! Rescue car! We want a rescue car!" break.

Sheng Qingrang walked in front of him, crossed the bar, took the telephone receiver in his hand, and quickly dialed the phone out.

He called the doctor friend of the public concession hospital, but the nurse answered the call. The nurse said, "Sorry, Mr. Sheng, we just received help, and there was an explosion at the Great World Theater, where the casualties were heavier, and the rescue vehicle was dispatched first. Over there, Dr. Carr is now in the operating room to prepare."

The Great World Theater also blew up.

A relief point has just been established there, where thousands of refugees receive food and supplies. They squeezed their heads and fled from the war zone into the concession, but did not expect to usher in a more cruel fate - a bombardment comparable to carnage.

Sheng Qing hung up the phone after a few seconds of silence, and dialed another number - the Ministry of Industry.

A British secretary answered the phone, and after listening to Sheng Qingrang's request, he gave a positive answer: "Lawyer Sheng, I will arrange a vehicle to pick you up, please wait a little longer."

After waiting for an extraordinarily long time, Sheng Qing let him look down at his watch, and every movement of the pointer affected his nervousness.

The car arrived late, and the injured person who could not wait for rescue outside the hotel saw the car of the Ministry of Industry and Industry and begged for a ride, but the seats were limited, and the driver refused with a dignified expression. into the car.

Zong Ying got into the car with them, and only then did he have time to look at the situation outside the hotel.

Two bombs landed at the entrance of the hotel, and the road was blasted out of the hole. Pedestrians on the street were not spared. The casualties were even more tragic than those in the building.

A Lincoln car burned on the road, and there was a charred body in the driver's seat - it was the car of the Sheng family, the driver of the Sheng family.

Zong Ying looked away and remembered the wall clock he had just seen at the entrance of the hotel. It stopped rotating under the impact of the airflow, and the time stopped forever at the moment of the explosion: 4:27.

She pursed her lips even tighter, as the car passed through the wet and bloody road, there were many helpless wounded outside the window, and inside the car was another world.

Life is equal, but it has not been fair since ancient times.

However, arriving at the hospital does not mean that you are out of danger. The extra injured people almost occupied the entire building, and the medical staff were too busy to take care of everyone who needed help.

Medicines are in short supply, beds are in short supply, manpower is in short supply – not a single resource is enough. Even if I found an acquaintance, I was told helplessly: "Mr. Sheng, our doctors are almost all performing emergency operations, and there is nothing they can do."

Sheng Qing asked, "How long will you wait?"

The opponent shook his head.

He looked at Zong Ying again, Zong Ying still pursed her lips - always thinking hard, she only said: "I must operate immediately."

Things are deadlocked again.

Zong Ying hesitated for a while, then suddenly frowned and asked, "Is there an intern who has ever been on stage?"

The other party replied: "There is one, but he has not mastered the knife."

Zong Ying bit his lower lip hard when he heard the words, then released it again, raised his head and said, "Please let him do it."

"Miss, may I ask you-"

Zong Ying didn't have the talent to deal with people, she turned slightly sideways, approached Sheng Qingrang, and handed over the task to him: "Please convince them."

Sheng Qingrang lowered his voice and asked, "Miss Zong, do you want to come on stage?"

Zong Ying said: "No, but I will stand by for the whole process."

She said only a few words, but she was inexplicably convincing, and her eyes were even more calm. Sheng Qing asked her to look at her for a few seconds, and finally made up her mind and persuaded the staff to allow the operation. The other party also told him: "There is no extra operating room available, only the office can make room."

Sheng Qing looked at Zong Ying in embarrassment: "Is it okay?"

Zong Ying's masseter muscles tensed, and he pulled out his hands in his trouser pockets: "That's the only way."

The surgical conditions were extremely poor, and the equipment was better than nothing. Zong Ying changed clothes and put on a mask and entered the temporary operating room. Anesthesia had already started.

The intern had only been an assistant, and was more nervous than anyone else in the face of a temporary assignment. He looked up at Zong Ying, who did not know where he was, and said, "Then—"

Most of Zong Ying's face was covered with a mask, revealing only a pair of unwavering eyes. She said, "I'll tell you what to do. When necessary—" She paused: "I'll help you."

The tone was authoritative and secure, and the intern could only hold the instruments in his hands and start working.

Amputation of both legs is not a minor operation. It requires strength, patience and skill, and it is a huge test under such simple conditions. The weather was hot, and the room was filled with a bloody smell, only one light was stingy, and Zong Ying's temples and foreheads were oozing with sweat.

She instructed the intern to separate the blood vessels and nerves in the cross-section, and instructed him to ligate and suture more securely—never holding a knife from beginning to end, her hands were hanging in the air, her right hand trembled faintly, and the frontotemporal blood vessels were always stretched.

It was dark at the end of the operation, and the intern thought that everything was going well. Before taking off the mask, he hurriedly thanked Zong Ying: "Thank you for the guidance, teacher, what's your last name?"

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"It's not important." Her eyes were tired, and she instructed the other party: "Watch the patient's signs closely, it's hard work."

After talking about this, she went to wash her hands, and finally took off her mask and walked out of the room. As soon as she looked up, she saw the Sheng family standing in the corridor—the second and fifth sisters, Sheng Qinghui, who had just arrived after receiving the news.

Sheng Qinghui was obviously taken aback when she saw her. The person in front of her had changed from a "passing friend" to a "third brother's assistant", and now she became a "doctor". The changes in her multiple identities made it difficult to figure out what she came from.

But the little girl was only secretly surprised. She didn't show her face completely. She just turned her head and said to Sheng Qingrang behind her, "Third brother, the operation seems to be over."

Sheng Qingrang raised his head, Zong Ying's eyes only fell on him at this time.

She didn't have anyone else to explain, so she walked straight to him and said, "The operation went well, but the patient is still in danger and needs to pay attention at all times." After speaking, she put her hands into the pockets of the white lab coat and asked him in a low voice, "Mr. Sheng , it's getting dark, are we going back to the French Concession?"

Zong Ying's meaning was very clear. It was not early, and it was getting closer and closer to ten o'clock in the evening. It was more appropriate for them to return to the apartment in the French Concession.

At this time, the second sister was arguing with a nurse.

The nurse first told her that "there are no vacant beds available in the hospital", the second sister replied: "How come there are no beds? Can't be arranged in the advanced ward?" The nurse said "cannot be arranged", and the second sister became angry: "The hospital is like this today. We are not willing to live in chaos, so in this case, you can send a doctor to the Sheng Mansion to work at night!"

The nurse's attitude is also very tough: "There is no doctor to send."

The second sister pointed at her angrily and said, "You wait—" After that, she stepped on high heels and went to the dean's room immediately.

But she walked away arrogantly, but returned with a sigh of relief, obviously rejected.

It was only then that she noticed Zong Ying: "Are you the doctor who performed the operation just now? The hospital is so busy today, and staying here is thankless. Why don't you go to the mansion and pay you ten times?"

Zong Ying turned his head to the side, looked at her indifferently, and did not intend to respond.

Sheng Qingrang immediately retorted: "This young lady has a special status, so she can't."

The second sister didn't seem to recognize that Zong Ying was the "assistant" that Sheng Qing asked to take to the mansion last time, and she said with a little disdain: "What's so special? It's just a doctor. That's how I decided, I'll send them to the mansion immediately. Big brother go back—" He looked at Sheng Qingrang, almost ordering him: "You also go back, some accounts have not been settled with you!"

Zong Ying noticed the change in Sheng Qingrang's expression, glanced at the second sister and Sheng Qinghui again, and suddenly shook Sheng Qingrang's hand, with a very low voice: "Mr. Sheng, you make a decision. Where do you go, where do I go. "

Only Sheng Qingrang can bring her back to her era, she has no choice.

Sheng Qingrang chose to go back to the mansion, but in fact, he had no choice.

The group left the hospital by car and returned to Sheng Mansion on Jing'an Temple Road. There were two cars in total. Zong Ying, Sheng Qingrang and Sheng Qinghui sat in the latter car. The atmosphere was dignified. Such things become taciturn.

"Mr. Sheng—" Zong Ying turned his head slightly, and his voice was so low that he could barely hear it until he was close enough.

Sheng Qingrang turned her head to meet her gaze, and she said earnestly, "I'm very hungry."

"I know." Sheng Qingrang also whispered back to her, "I'm really sorry, please... Wait a minute, please?"

Sheng Qinghui suddenly handed over a piece of candy.

Sheng Qingrang took the candy, unscrewed the crispy candy wrapper, and a brown toffee lay on the silvery candy wrapper.

He stretched out his hand in front of Zong Ying, Zong Ying quickly picked it up and put it in his mouth, turned his face to look at the boundless night outside the window, and said dryly "thank you".

The whole journey was calm, but when we got home, the waves were surging, which was as incomprehensible as the typhoon outside.

The group settled the eldest brother in the bedroom, the second sister called Sheng Qingrang to the next door to ask questions, and only Sheng Qinghui and Zong Ying were left in the room.

Sheng Qinghui watched the second sister go out, and after a while, she went downstairs.

Zong Ying stayed in the room, and could vaguely hear the aggressive scolding from the next door: "If you hadn't mentioned it that day, eldest brother would definitely not have gone to the Germans to transfer it! And he wouldn't have made an appointment to the Chinachem Hotel! A good person is now crippled. If there is another three long and two short, let's see that I don't break your legs in front of the ancestors!"

When it comes to scolding and blaming, they are regarded as a family again, and even their ancestors will be framed.

Zong Ying felt familiar.

The second sister next door was still angry, but there was little fresh content in her words, which was nothing more than putting all the responsibility for the elder brother's injury on Sheng Qingrang.

But Zong Ying clearly remembered that it was the eldest brother who made an appointment at the Chinachem Hotel, and took the initiative to change the time from morning to 4:30 in the afternoon—if he didn’t change the time, he wouldn’t have to force Sheng Qing to rush back to the concession early in the morning. , Big Brother himself can avoid the air attack.

Even she didn't have to be dragged in, let alone the trauma of escaping the blast.

Zong Ying sat in the chair without making a sound, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Sheng Qinghui came in with a wooden tray.

There were four dishes on the tray, as well as a large bowl of rice and a bowl of soup, steaming hot.

"It's all overheated." Sheng Qinghui put down the tray and explained to her, "It was the third brother who quietly told me when he got off the bus, and asked the kitchen to prepare something for you to eat."

Zong Ying picked up the chopsticks and said "thank you" again.

Sheng Qinghui glanced at the eldest brother on the hospital bed and said, "You saved the eldest brother's life, and my family should thank you." She was full of curiosity about Zong Ying, but at this time, she couldn't ask too much, so she could only watch the other person eat.

Zong Ying eats quickly, but he doesn't see the slightest bit of indecent gobbling.

Her rhythm and movements are well controlled, Sheng Qinghui thought.

Ten minutes later, the rice bowls, soup bowls, and dishes on the tray were all empty.

Zong Ying put his hands on both sides of the tray, and Sheng Qinghui hurriedly said, "Just put it on the table, the servant will come to get it."

Since Qinghui said this, Zong Ying just put the tray like this, sat silently in the chair, and put one hand in his trousers pocket.

Listening to the endless reprimands next door, Zong Ying was hesitating whether to smoke or not, but Sheng Qinghui kept sitting across from her and looking at her.

She was about to get up and go out when Sheng Qinghui finally couldn't help but ask, "Miss Zong... Did you come back from abroad?"

Zong Ying was wearing the casual clothes she changed from get off work yesterday, short-sleeved trousers and sneakers, all over her body. Whether it was the material of the clothes or the style of the shoes, it looked very different from the current fashion. Sheng Qinghui guessed that it was an imported product. The style is very unusual, so I am more willing to believe that she is from a foreign land.

Facing the inquiry, Zong Ying answered noncommittally.

Sheng Qinghui asked again: "So you are actually... a doctor?"

Is it a doctor? It used to be, and it probably counts now, but not strictly speaking. Zong Ying raised his eyes and asked, "Is it important?"

Sheng Qinghui was stopped by the question, what was the point of her inquiry? But she really couldn't understand the other party's intention-why did this person live in the third brother's apartment, and why did he pretend to be the third brother's assistant? She couldn't figure it out.

The two sat in silence for a long time, Zong Ying saw that the other party no longer asked questions, got up and planned to go out to smoke.

Sheng Qinghui turned her head to see her walking out, but suddenly saw her reach out to hold the door frame, and then almost collapsed.

Maybe it was because of the explosion during the day or because of the high concentration of energy during the operation. Although Zong Ying's headache attacked suddenly, it was reasonable.

Sheng Qinghui hurriedly stepped forward to ask, but Zong Ying's muscles were tense when he had an attack, how could he say more?

Just as the servant came upstairs at this time, Sheng Qinghui called her for help and sent Zong Ying to his room.

In the next room, the second sister went from the incident of the air raid on her eldest brother all the way to the factory relocation. She said, "Now the river is also blocked. If you want to move the factory, you can only take a detour from the Suzhou River. Think about it with your toes. How dangerous", Sheng Qingrang frequently looked down at his watch.

Time is approaching ten o'clock in the evening, and Sheng Qingrang, who has always been calm, can't sit still.

He suddenly got up and only said one sentence to the second sister: "I have an urgent matter, so I will leave first." After that, he got up and opened the door, and went straight to the next room, but where is Zong Ying in the room?

Sheng Qingrang suddenly panicked, and strode to the guest rooms to look at them one by one—nothing was found.

His palms sweated instantly, looked around blankly, and shouted, "Miss Zong?"

The clock in the living room rang ten times.

Sheng Qinghui, who was caring for Zong Ying in the bedroom, got up suspiciously, pushed open the door and walked to the stairwell, and asked the servant, "Did the third brother call Miss Zong just now?"

The servant is not sure: "It seems so."

Sheng Qinghui looked around, but couldn't find Sheng Qingrang's figure, and muttered, "I've seen a ghost, what about the third brother?"

At 10:30, Xue Xuanqing was waiting for Zong Ying in Apartment 699.

She was notified by the traffic police early this morning because her car was parked illegally in the middle of the road, and the park was bizarre and scary - there was no one in it, and the witness claimed: "The car drove there and met The red light stopped for a while, and after the red light was over, it was still alive and dead. I ran over and saw that there was no one at all! Zana, damn it! The door didn't even open, and no one got off!"

Aside from the fines and deductions, it is very necessary for her to talk to Zong Ying.

Zong Ying's recent behavior was extremely abnormal, which made her very worried.

So last time she took advantage of changing the lock, she kept a spare key. Although it was very immoral, she couldn't care less.

At ten thirty-one, she heard footsteps and the sound of keys.

Xue Xuanqing walked silently to the door. Across a door, she could tell that someone outside was holding a key and trying to insert it into the shrink hole, but she didn't know if it was the wrong key or some reason.

The sound of the keys stopped, Xue Xuanqing suddenly pressed the handle and opened the door.

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