In addition to the blue sky, there is also a red flag that appears in the streets and alleys of Ningyuan.

Countless PLA soldiers wearing olive green cotton suits appeared on the streets of Ningyuan. They waved the shovels in their hands to help those volunteers who were so tired that they could not move, as well as sanitation workers, clearing the road.

Before, Ning Yuan mobilized almost the whole city's strength, but he could only barely ensure that several major roads could have the most basic traffic capacity. After the PLA soldiers participated, the snow on the road was almost instantly cleaned up, and the hard ice and snow were moved away in pieces, revealing the black asphalt road buried below.

Not only the People's Liberation Army soldiers came to participate in the snow sweeping. The snow sweepers supported by a nearby military airport and Ningyuan International Airport also began to operate on the road in a formal manner. The most impressive thing was a jet snow sweeper sent by the troops.

This is a new snow-purge equipment based on ordinary trucks. Two jet engines from retired J-6 fighter jets are installed above the chassis. By introducing them under the chassis, high-pressure and high-temperature exhaust gas is sprayed at the jet ports on both sides, thereby achieving the purpose of sweeping snow on the floor area.

There are only two trucks in total, and the noise it works is simply outrageous. But it is undeniable that their working efficiency is as impressive as the noise from the engine. They can clean at least fifteen kilometers of roads per hour, and the cleaned roads are very dry above them.

Of course, high-temperature exhaust itself is not very suitable for asphalt. Jet trucks can clean up cement-encapsulated secondary roads. The main forces that really clean up the main roads are traditional snow sweepers and the People's Liberation Army soldiers running forward with shovels.

In the square in front of Ningyuan Railway Station, many nearby residents spontaneously came to help clean up the snow. Ordinary people generally do not store tools such as shovels at home, so the crowds who appeared in the square in front of the station completely showed the "wisdom of the people". From the baskets at home to kitchen knives used to chop big bones, even small axes and hammers, as well as various fine bamboo brooms that can only be used to clean the streets, they all appeared in the square. The kitchen knives and axes hammers were used to knock on the solid ice frozen on the ground. The baskets could directly shovel the thick white snow and put the ice layer that others knocked on.

The staff who usually help transport passenger luggage drove the carts and electric vehicles to the work site, and everyone threw the shoveled ice into the carriage, and then went on and on.

Dr. Cao Yanhua and others came out to persuade those enthusiastic people who were not very suitable for voluntary labor at such times. The young man in his teens, young people in his twenties, and middle-aged people in his forties and fifties were all okay. The old man who had turned white hair bent over and chopped the floor with a small kitchen knife, no matter how he looked at it.

"What are you here to persuade me?" However, Dr. Cao Yanhua's advice did not have any good effect. The old man who was persuaded to sway at him, angrily said, "My party age is older than you! If I don't come out to work in such a thing, would I point to the young people now?"

"This... aren't all young people working now?" Cao Yanhua quickly changed his mind and said seriously, "Your old man's leading effect has been fully demonstrated. What you have to do now is take the lead in evacuating - let other old comrades rest. If you are injured, wouldn't you have to cause trouble for us doctors again?"

"Zhong." The old man agreed was too straightforward. Cao Yanhua felt that he was being flashed like this, and he didn't say all the other prepared words - he felt a little uncomfortable when he held them in.

The old man stood up and stretched his muscles and bones, and then was about to leave happily, but turned around and saw a team wearing olive green in the distance rushing towards here.

"Hey, comrades, the People's Liberation Army is here!" The old man shouted with confidence, and then the others who were struggling to clear the snow also raised their heads. Then came the cheers all over the square.

No matter when, when you see the red flag and the olive green, people are as if they have seen the backbone and hope.

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In the emergency department of Ningyuan No. 4 Central Hospital, the cheers in the morning had long disappeared. Due to the recovery of traffic, a large number of mild patients began to pour into the fourth hospital. The doctors who had worked hard for more than 40 hours had surpassed the stage of fatigue and gradually became numb.

Even if you learn that military doctors are coming to support you soon.

The 34 doctors sent by the Hospital of Ningyuan Training Center to the Fourth Hospital for reinforcements were already on the way, and the reinforcements from the First Affiliated Hospital and the Second Central Hospital of Ningyuan Medical College are also being in place.

Everyone knows that now is the last darkness before dawn. But... this rescue hall, which was completely filled, does not look like dawn.

In Sun Lien's eyes, these patients were like straws. He didn't know whether he would be crushed by a straw first, or could be able to support him before being crushed.

The biggest common feature of mild patients is that they are very loud. Their screams and moans are much louder than those of severe patients.

Sun Lien looked at the door with a little bit of silence, then sighed.

He didn't know why he sighed, maybe it was just because he was too tired?

The nurses at the triage desk were all busy and almost turned into afterimages, and the current situation in the rescue room was still stable. Sun Lien was preparing to come to the rescue hall to see if there were any patients who needed their own help.

Of course, it was obvious that he was causing trouble for himself. But Sun Lien decided to come out and see. He was asking for trouble for himself, but sending hope to those patients in need was hope of survival. He can still clearly understand this point.

Anyway, there is a rescue room behind me. If I am really tired of myocardial infarction, I should at least be able to save it. Sun Lien joked with himself in pain, and then began to shuttle among the crowds in the rescue hall.

In the first round, he did not see the patient who needed special attention. The only thing he needed to pay attention to was that Sun Lien felt that his head started to hurt again. This was probably because the effect of diclofenac sodium had almost passed, right?

In this circle, Sun Lien mainly looked at the patients who shouted loudly. He basically never stopped except to explain occasionally why they were not taken into the rescue room. Yes, these patients were all very painful, but in general... it was not dangerous.

The second lap was about to begin, but Sun Lien suddenly saw a little confusion in the distance from the light of light - the nurse on the triage table was pushing a wheelchair and trying to get around the crowd and running forward.

Under the influence of professional habits, Sun Lien immediately leaned over there. While running towards the nurses, he tried hard to observe the status bar in his sight. Soon, he discovered the reason for the small chaos.

"Hong Hao, male, 27 years old. Aortic dissection (01.37.58)."
Chapter completed!