A nation must have a soul in order to write an immortal legend.
A country must have a backbone in order to stand on top of the world.
Wang Tao relied on his wisdom and single-handedly to successfully help tens of thousands of people leave the stadium safely and avoid a stampede.
At this moment, Wang Tao undoubtedly became the backbone of everyone present.
The wind was still blowing and the rain was still falling. From time to time, thunder could be heard overhead. But those who stayed seemed to have completely forgotten that this was a night of heavy rain.
A middle-aged doctor in a white coat was supporting a middle-aged fat man who had just been rescued from the stage. The middle-aged fat man only suffered some skin trauma, perhaps because he was pressed by the stage for too long. The middle-aged man kept
He was breathing heavily. Pointing to the high-spirited young man standing on the high platform, the middle-aged man asked: "Is that young man your rescue commander in chief?"
The middle-aged doctor nodded, with a proud smile on his face.
"No? He looks so young." The middle-aged man said suspiciously.
The doctor helped the middle-aged fat man walk and said: "He is a close disciple of Professor Colin from the outpatient clinic of our affiliated hospital. Half a month ago, he single-handedly saved 300 college students from eating food. At that time, I was lucky
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"Oh -" the middle-aged fat man couldn't help but nodded, seeming to have forgotten the pain in his body, and said in surprise. "I also read the report about the young miracle doctor. I didn't expect that the young miracle doctor would appear here. He is calm and resourceful in times of crisis.
He is indeed a dragon among men. I was pressed under the platform just now, and I watched so many big feet running towards me, and some pairs of feet almost stepped on my head. I was so desperate at that time——
I thought I would turn into a pile of meat tonight - thanks to this young man. When everyone is done, I will thank him in person."
The middle-aged doctor said with a trembling voice: "There must be a chance." He was still frightened by the madness of the fans just now. Thanks to Professor Lin, a closed disciple, he stayed calm in the face of danger and successfully made a large number of spectators leave the stadium. Otherwise - the consequences would be unimaginable.
Sighing lightly, the middle-aged doctor secretly thought that it was enough to experience such a big scene once in his life.
The wind is still blowing and the rain is still falling.
Wang Tao's cold and stern voice was mixed with the thunder, like a signal sent to all rescuers.
"Severely unconscious people were immediately carried into ambulances, and patients with minor injuries were immediately taken to temporary shelters for treatment."
"Everyone can use the wooden boards next to the stage as temporary stretchers. After rescuing the injured, they can all be carried to the temporary shelter."
"Han Xue, Wushuang, you go to the temporary shelter immediately to stop the bleeding and bandage the injured."
Standing on the high platform, Wang Tao saw several familiar figures busy rescuing people. Hua Xiao, wearing a black sweatshirt, was flying towards the temporary shelter. On his back was a girl who had just been rescued from under the stage. Hua Xiao
The pigtails on the back of his head had long been torn by the wind and were scattered on the back of his head, but he was still unaware of it. In the night sky, his thin figure looked agile and vigorous, and from a distance, he looked like a vigorous cheetah.
What Wang Tao didn't expect was that the handsome boy who tried to beat him up on campus didn't leave either. He was directing the two bodyguards around him to raise the stage to save people. Next to him, a bald middle-aged man was holding a man in his arms.
A little girl of seven or eight years old rushed towards the temporary shelter in the rain, shaking step by step.
As if he thought his bodyguards were too careless, the second generation of the handsome man took off his already soaked clothes and asked the two bodyguards to lift the table. He knelt down and slowly pulled out a middle-aged aunt from under the table.
At this moment, Wang Tao's contempt for the second ancestor of the handsome boy disappeared.
Suddenly, Wang Tao caught a glimpse of a familiar figure again, the San Dao who helped him intercept the killer. San Dao actually lifted up a platform as big as a door panel by himself, and a thin young man slowly crawled out from below.
The rescue operation is still in progress. If this rescue operation is a massive symphony performance, then Wang Tao is undoubtedly the chief conductor of the symphony performance.
Qiao Meigui and a group of little girls huddled in a temporary shelter, looking at Wang Tao on the independent high platform without blinking. At this moment, Wang Tao gave her the feeling that he had the world in mind and pointed the country. He was so young and so fearless in the face of danger.
, the heavy rain was watering his whole body, and what Qiao Meigui wanted to do most at the moment was to walk to him and hold up an umbrella for him so that the rain would no longer invade his thin body.
However, after moving her plump body and not taking two steps, Qiao Mei Meisi sat down on the ground. The crowd just dislocated her ankle. Sitting on the ground, Qiao Mei Mei looked at Wang Tao's lonely figure and smiled bitterly. She shook her head and said
: "This fool never knows how to cherish himself." His smile was intoxicating, but his eye sockets were filled with tears.
The backstage door was locked, and Xiaobai huddled on the sofa, her body trembling. The fat manager Wen Zheng and several ace bodyguards were standing around her. The room was dry and warm, and it was undoubtedly the safest place.
There were more than a dozen large screens on the wall, and the screens showed scenes from every corner of the stadium. Just now, Wang Tao made various promises to the fans in his own name, and Xiaobai heard it. At first, the corner of her mouth
Lao Gao pouted and was still a little disdainful, but as tens of thousands of fans left the venue safely, she realized that in that situation, Wang Tao's actions were undoubtedly the most correct. Not only did he avoid a stampede,
, and can safely rescue the crowd trapped under the stage in the next time.
At this moment, I saw Wang Tao independently directing the rescue in the heavy rain. Xiaobai touched the white coat that was still wet on his body. This was the one that the bad guy arrogantly put on himself when he stepped back from the front desk. However,
He was now wearing only thin short-sleeved shirts and shouting hoarsely to direct the rescue, with the cold rain pouring down on him.
He must be very cold? Xiaobai secretly thought. At this moment, what Xiaobai wants to do most is to hold an umbrella over Wang Tao's head to protect him from the wind and rain. However, she knows that she can't do it. She will only give
The rescue added to the chaos. Biting her lips, Xiaobai burst into tears.
Suddenly, Xiao Bai was startled because he saw a woman holding a small red umbrella, walking slowly to the high platform, and gently covering Wang Tao's head with the umbrella. For some reason, at this moment, Xiao Bai
I feel sour in my heart.
"Thank you." Wang Tao wiped the rain off his face and said with a smile.
"You're welcome." The woman grinned. It was like a voice from another world. "What a coincidence, you are here too?"
"Yes, what a coincidence." Wang Tao said with a smile. He was shouting hoarsely just now and commanding everyone to save people. At this moment, the muscles on his face were very stiff and his smile was unnatural.
ps: In the storm, Wang Tao bowed to the ground and said to the young men in front of the computer: Readers, pity me, this miserable child. I want flowers, I want tickets, I want collections. Flowers can protect me from the wind.
, the ticket protects me from the rain. The collection paves the way for me to pick up girls. If I pick up more beautiful girls, I will give one to each of you. You can decide on your own~