Sinan walked all the way and saw countless people crying.

One parent was crying and asked rescuers to find their child who was washed away by the mudslide.

Other men were crying to find his girlfriend, but were stopped by rescue workers.

Sinan was calm and he was looking for her all the way.

If no one was found, he knew that she should not have been able to run out.

To see people in life, to see dead bodies in death.

When she failed to run out, he went in to look for her.

Rescue workers are not allowed in, but people are so busy coming and going, who can really control who.

Si Nan caught the air and ran in.

The central area of ​​the source is wide.

And from time to time, there are aftershocks.

Be careful of mountain collapses, and be careful of debris flows.

I don't know when it will start to rain.

Sinan searched all night in the mountains. When dawn was about to come, finally found the word song.

Yan Song is dying.

She had blood and mud on her body, and most of her body was about to be buried in the mud. Her head and face were almost invisible.

Only the shape of the human body.

But I don't know why. At the moment when he saw it, Si Nan felt like he had a feeling. He thought that it was her he was looking for.

He took the man out of the mud. He didn't care about the mud on his face, and leaned his head against her chest with a slight smile on his face. Then he pressed her chest to help her with artificial respiration.

When Yange woke up, his body flickered.

Spitting.

She turned her head down and saw the two slimy legs.

And muddy ground.

Looking further up was Sinan's muddy face.

Yan Ge coincided with his gaze, and they both met for a moment.

The next moment, Sinan hurriedly put her down, took out the water from the backpack, and wiped her hands with a clean towel from the backpack. Then she unscrewed the water and handed her: "Are you still uncomfortable?"

It's not that bad.

Although Yange's chest injury was a small pin eye, the pin eye could reach the heart.

Inflammation of a wound infection can be fatal.

After Yan Ge drank a few sips of water, her dizziness finally eased, and she asked him, "Is there a medicine?"

Sinan nodded and asked the song: "Where did you get hurt?"

He didn't find any wounds on Yange. But when I heard the words, I was busy turning out the medicine in the bag.

Yange searched and found what he needed. Then he untied the muddy clothes, wiped his chest with a towel, and washed it with water. Then he applied the medicine and the anti-inflammatory needle together. beated.

It wasn't until Yange wiped her chest clean that Si Nan realized that there was a little bit of rotten wound on her chest.

It's like a mole. If you don't look closely, you can't see it at all.

She has been having a low fever these days.

Sinan only thought that she was suffering from cold, and now she saw her chest wound, and then she suddenly reacted. Her wound was infected.

"I'm almost there." Si Nan didn't dare to delay any more time. He stuffed Yange a bottle of milk, then squatted down, and helped her bandage the wound first.

Yange was drinking milk and did not respond to Sinan.

She is in a bad shape.

She was inflamed and infected directly to her heart, and she had no hope of living.

Not long after being held in his arms by Si Nan, Yan Ge passed out again.

When she woke up again, she was in the hospital.

Sinan was lying on the bed beside her, with a half-inch beard, messy hair, and a thin, thin man.

Because the eyes are closed, the orbital subsidence becomes even higher.