Chapter 165 I'm sorry! Illness comes like a mountain!
She held back her tears and looked at her uncle Song Aiguo, "There's only one left!"
Uncle Song Aiguo and others also looked at the entrance of the mine. Now a group of people led by Liu Guoqiang were digging people. It had been more than an hour since the landslide occurred.
The last person was thrown to the bottom and was dug out last. No one dared to express their suspicions.
Everyone's heart was tightly clenched. Grandma Song used her cotton coat to dry Song Zhizhi's hair while she kept crying, "Why did this happen all of a sudden? Damn it, this..."
Grandma Song couldn't say a complete sentence, and her brothers also had red eyes.
"Come out!" I don't know who shouted, and looked at the entrance of the cave again. Sure enough, Liu Guoqiang came out carrying a dark man on his back. The long-haired woman in her thirties immediately rushed over.
The first thing she did was reach out to test the injured person's breathing. Everyone saw her hand stop, her face suddenly turned pale, and she fell directly to the mud. The aunts in the village hurried over to help her up.
As soon as the woman stood up, she seemed to remember something, and immediately rushed to the eaves of the staff dormitory. She felt his pulse next to her man, turned to Song Zhizhi and shouted, "Little girl, look at it, look at it!"
Song Zhizhi saw that the person on the ground was covered with scars, many joints were obviously dislocated, and his head was directly dented. He didn't look like he was breathing at all, and he understood something in his heart.
Just as she was about to walk over, Grandma Song grabbed her and covered her eyes, "Stop looking, you will have nightmares at night, Zhizhi, don't go!"
Children are weak and cannot have much contact with deceased people.
The brothers in the family were only in their early ten years, and they were all dragged away by their aunts and uncles. Even Sister Wang was dragged into the house to hide by Aunt Wang.
"What are you doing, saving others instead of saving my man? Why? You are not a prodigy or a lucky star. Save people, save people! Save people!!!"
The woman screamed and was so desperate that most people present did not dare to look directly at her. They wanted to comfort her but could not say a word. What could be useful at this time?
Unless people come alive, nothing can be said!
Seeing that the woman was about to come up and grab Song Zhizhi, Grandma Song became alert, but Song Zhizhi took off Grandma Song's hand and shook her head, "Grandma, I'm not afraid, I'll go take a look!"
"Zhizhi, why aren't you afraid!" Grandma Song didn't want to ask. How could a seven-year-old child not be afraid after seeing such a horrible thing?
But she still let go and just followed Song Zhizhi closely, one step away.
"Yes, look, come and see!" The woman suddenly cried and laughed, waiting for Song Zhizhi. The uncle subconsciously stood in front, separated Song Zhizhi from the woman, and asked others to hold the woman.
Song Zhizhi took a deep breath, checked the eyes, pulse, and temperature of the person on the ground, and then silently withdrew his hand. His body was so cold that he had no warmth, and he was not breathing... The person had passed away.
She retreated silently, and the layers of despair in the woman's eyes became deeper and deeper.
"I'm sorry!" Song Zhizhi had nothing to say but this.
Even if the temperature was still there, given the conditions at the health center in the town, it would be difficult to survive with the bones in his head injured like that... She really couldn't help.
Uncle Song Aiguo also checked and said, "The man is dead. I will take him to the hospital myself. Maybe we can try. Come on, let's carry him away together!"
The few remaining strong men, including Liu Guoqiang, all helped, found a bed sheet, loaded the man up and lifted him up. The women in the city were nervous, as if they still felt lucky, and followed the team while wailing and crying.
Many free women in the village followed her to prevent her from getting into trouble.
"Who doesn't know that this couple is the most loving couple? I heard that they were married for more than ten years without having children, and the man wouldn't let his mother gossip. They only had a child last year..."
Aunt Wang started to choke in the middle of her words and turned away from everyone.
Everyone was silent, choking and crying silently.
After a while, someone finally managed to speak calmly, "Okay, okay, everyone, let's go back. Take all the children back. Call Hun'er when you go back. Don't be scared out of your wits. Let's go back and wait for the news.
, everything will be fine!”
"Yes, we will definitely survive, let's go back!"
"Yes, I can definitely... let's go, let's go!"
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Feeling more and more confident, Grandma Song pulled Song Zhizhi, covered her head with her coat and walked back. The bamboo hats were all worn by people going to town, and now no one had anything to protect them from the rain.
Everyone walked very slowly, their bodies were dirty, and their moods were very low. From time to time, you could hear others sobbing.
Song Zhizhi was silent and walked home slowly. The aunt immediately boiled hot water for everyone to wash up. After everyone finished cleaning up, another half hour passed.
The fire in the stove was still burning brightly, and the eldest uncle managed to cheer up and said, "Zhizhi, you go back to the house and sleep for a while. I'll just light the fire. I'll call you when your uncle and the others come back so they can wash up!"
"Yes, Zhizhi, you go and take a nap while I go to the coal yard to take a look. Your grandfather seems to be still helping to clean up. I will go and help too, otherwise I won't want his legs!" Grandma Song's tone was a rare combination of gentleness and gritted teeth.
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Song Zhizhi didn't want her family to worry anymore, so she nodded and drank a glass of hot water before walking back to her room and sitting on the bed.
She leaned on the bed, until the coldness against the wall brought her thoughts back completely. To her, her previous life was just a particularly sad thing that happened in her childhood memories.
I heard other people talk about the tragic situation and comments, and it was the first time I participated in it, and I realized how heavy the tragedy behind every sentence was and the pain of others.
Thinking of the woman in her thirties crying bitterly, her parents-in-law still have such feudal ideas, but her husband can still protect her who has not given birth to children for more than ten years. How much love must she have?
And that child, that pretty little daughter-in-law... Every happiness, every hope of the family was destroyed in front of her eyes. Song Zhizhi suddenly buried her head in the pillow and cried silently.
She knew that things were impermanent and had no choice but to resign herself to fate, but she still couldn't control her emotions and was infected. After crying for a long time, Song Zhizhi calmed down her emotions, and the rain became light and drizzle.
When she opened the window, she could see the He family's house opposite, and she could also immediately see the road where people returning from the town appeared.
She just looked at it, picked up a book, and looked absent-mindedly for an unknown amount of time. She sneezed several times in a row, and then she retreated back to the bed and wrapped herself in the quilt, but her mind became more and more drowsy and her face became hotter and hotter.
Then take a nap. When you wake up, there should be news.
Song Zhizhi thought about it, closed her eyes and fell into the darkness. In confusion, she heard someone opened her door and walked in quickly. His cold hands touched her forehead, neck, hands and feet.
"Mother-in-law, it's not good, Zhizhi has a fever, it's so hot..."