The child's face was pale and his eyes were closed. He had less air in and more air out.
Even at this time, the comatose woman still held him tightly.
There was a hole in the woman's head. There was blood and water stains on her head. She kept dripping on the ground and looked very thin.
Regardless of thinking, Zhao Wanxi squatted down again.
"We have to separate their mother and son first. You can give us a hand. Depending on the situation, your son has a lot of choking water and needs to squeeze and drain water..."
In order to protect the child from being trampled to death in the crowd, the child's mother rushed forward and fell on the child.
Fortunately, it happened that the bridge collapsed, and with the flow of people falling into the water, only to save a life.
After checking for the woman, Zhao Wanxi soon realized that even so, she had been trampled on her back and hurt by falling stones.
Not only the head, but also the skin and flesh on the back.
Fortunately, there is no life crisis.
Compared with her, the child who was struggling to protect was in good condition. Apart from a little scratch, he choked on water.
The medicine she was carrying was not enough. Zhao Wanxi could only help her deal with it. She pressed the woman's chest and lung to confirm whether there was internal bleeding. When she was covered with shadow, a shadow squatted down.
At the same time, a handkerchief was pressed on her forehead to help her wipe the sweat from her forehead.
The tone is calm.
"Be careful. Don't get tired. What happened to those people just now? Is there a plague? "
Only Leng junao can care about her state all the time.
It turned out that he had just noticed her movements.
The more upset she was, the more she was afraid that something else would happen. Knowing his worry, Zhao Wanxi quickly shook her head.
Not anxious to answer, but forced down a strong uneasiness, first toward the other side, the anxious man with a smile, said: "don't worry, their mother and son problems are not very big." After that, he got up and led Leng Jun to one side.
"It's not that bad for the time being, those people In fact, the most fundamental reason is still because of hunger. Once you get sick, you will die.
It's just
"Just what?"
At first, it sounds like good news, but a turning point makes Leng Jun's breath hanging up unconsciously.
Zhao Wanxi, however, looked dignified and shook her head again.
"Well I'm not too sure, their symptoms are not very obvious, or maybe I think too much.
I'll talk to you later when I'm sure. "
In the words, the meaning between the lines is clearly that there is something else hidden. In the middle of the speech, Zhao Wanxi's eyebrows are almost twisted into a knot when she looks at the almost miserable situation.
"Don't you think a lot of money has been set aside for disaster relief? How can we see that the flood has not been alleviated at all?
There are too many victims. "
This is what a small town looks like. It's still in the middle and lower reaches. From this, we can infer what the real lower reaches should look like.
With a woman's doubts, Leng Jun Ao's cold face is dark and his nose is cold.