C52

East city, the place where the poor of China gathered.

When Lin Chu Yue rushed to the front of the dilapidated temple, it had already collapsed into a pile of ruins. Only the broken half of the deity statue could be seen standing in front of him.

"Please, the doctor is not willing to come." The man sighed, looking at the dozen of weak lives on the ground. He turned around and continued to plunder the ruins, hoping to save the children from the ruins.

At this time, Lin Chu Yue ran over to the child's side and kneeled in front of the child's heart, ignoring the dirt and mud on the ground.

Fortunately, there was hope!

At this time, Yu Wen Yi, Wang Feng, Li Le and a few others had already arrived.

"Master." Yu Wen Yi brought the medicine box to Lin Chu Yue's side, looking at the children who were lying on the ground, she clenched her fists and asked: "Master, how are they?"

"And there's even the sound of heartbeats. Do the first aid according to the knowledge I've taught you."

"Yes."

With that said, Wang Feng, Li Le, Yu Wen Yi and Lin Chu Yue shuttled back and forth amidst the dust, beside the dozen or so children.

For the entire day, many survivors were rescued from the ruins. However, because the temple was too large, even with dozens of people searching for survivors, a few children were still unable to find them.

"Doctor Lin, please drink some hot water." Zhao Tian brought a bowl of warm water to Lin Chu Yue's side. Looking at Lin Chu Yue, who had been busy the whole day without any water droplets, Zhao Tian's heart was filled with admiration and gratitude.

It had already been a day, but only the four teachers of Lin Mansion were healing the innocent children. "Doctor Lin, this is a steamed bun that has just been steamed.

"Thank you."

After washing his hands, Lin Chu Yue took a few hot steamed buns and threw it to Yu Wen Yi and the other two. "You guys eat first."

The three of them were so hungry that their chests were sticking to their backs, they took the steamed buns that Lin Chu Yue threw over. The three of them ate the steamed buns in small bites, drank some warm water and then continued to work.

"Brother Zhao, are there any other survivors in the ruins?"

Gritting his mantou, Lin Chu Yue's gaze landed on the ruins. As night fell, the temperature became colder and colder, and if he missed the best time to save them, the chances of his life under the ruins became smaller and smaller.

Zhao Tian sighed. He said with a hint of helplessness in his voice, "There are more than 20 children living in this broken temple. I'm afraid there are a few that have been pressed under the ruins. Even if they came out, they would probably …" He did not finish his words, but Lin Chu Yue understood what Zhao Tian meant.

"Master, save another one."

Mo Lang ran towards Lin Chu Yue with a child that was covered in blood in his arms. Looking at the green-purple child in Mo Lang's arms, Lin Chu Yue placed the steamed bun that she had eaten a few bites away.

"Go ahead and take a look. There should still be children who haven't been rescued."

"Yes, Master."

Four from Thirteen Sirius remained, while the remaining nine people participated in the rescue mission. Everyone now understood the importance of a child in the heart of Master.

The white cloak had already been stained black and gray by the dust. Lin Chu Yue lay on the little boy's chest, listening to his heartbeat, which seemed to have almost disappeared. Yu Wen Yi, give me the scissors. "

The sharp pieces of stone almost pierced through the little boy's chest. The blood was mixed with dirt and soil, and even though Yu Wen Yi had just started learning medicine, he knew that the little boy wouldn't be able to be saved.

The scissors in Lin Chu Yue's hand cut open the little boy's worn out clothes, but the moment the clothes fell, the shocking wound made Zhao Tian unable to turn her head to look directly at him.

However, what was shocking was that at this moment, the little boy actually gradually opened his eyes. His pair of bright eyes were twinkling like the moon. Mother? "

Lin Chu Yue powerlessly stretched out his small hands as if she was looking for something. The moment his hands touched the ground, Lin Chu Yue gripped her small hands tightly and smiled gently, "Good child, your mother is here."

The voice was so light, so soft, and so warm. Lin Chu Yue reached out and lovingly brushed the dirt off the little boy's face.

"Mother, Qi'er hurts so much. It's so cold." The pair of eyes meeting the moonlight slowly became unfocused, but the little boy's small hands were still holding onto Lin Chu Yue's warm palm.

"Don't be afraid, mother is here!" Mother will sing for Qi'er, okay? If Qi'er falls asleep, it won't hurt, nor will it get cold. "

Seemingly hearing Lin Chu Yue's words, the little boy revealed a sweet smile, and slowly closed her eyes: "Alright …"