In Mayo Clinic, Mu Tao stared at the web page on the notebook in front of him in a daze.

A huge earthquake occurred in his hometown. He could not feel any tremor at the other end of the earth, but his heart hurt.

When the earthquake occurred, it was around 2 a.m., and Mu Tao had just fallen asleep.

When he woke up and learned the news, a large number of news appeared on the Internet. He looked at the various messages appearing on the laptop screen and was stunned for a long time.

Without hesitation, he calculated the time and picked up the phone directly.

"Teacher, I want to go back to China." Mu Tao said firmly.

"Okay, I'll book the nearest flight ticket. I'm going to the front line. Is there no civil aviation there?"

"I'm sorry, I really can't convince myself to stay in Mayo Clinic."

Putting down your phone, Mu Tao began to book tickets and pack up his things.

There were not many things, and he didn't have time to take everything away. He only brought valuables, and the issue of "thenewengland journalal mediaine" published in the new tips surgery.

When he walked out of Mayo Clinic with his trolley case, Mu Tao felt that the sun was dazzling.

Here, the sun is shining.

And what about that? What kind of scene is it?

Squinted his eyes, Mu Tao waited for the car to take him to the airport.

While waiting, Mu Tao saw a yellow-skinned man howling, telling the story of the earthquake-stricken area.

Without rescue, countless victims were killed or injured... The colorful life described a sad and hopeless world to passers-by.

Mu Tao shook his head, too lazy to watch their performance.

No rescue? Nonsense.

I was going to rush back thousands of miles away, but they actually said there was no rescue? It was really awesome.

If you have to say no, there is no quota for rescue teams. The list of people participating in the rescue is a headache.

Mu Tao heard Wu Haishi and Mr. Wu say on his phone that the hospital's medical department kept receiving letters of request, and even had blood letters, and he was very tempted to resign if he refused to go and go to rescue him as a private person.

If it weren't for the plane and the railway, all military controls were carried out and strategic materials were transported, I'd probably someone would have left secretly long ago.

The hospital tried its best to comfort the rescue team, but the quota of the rescue team was very expensive.

This is still a local hospital. Those military medical universities and military hospitals have probably already been established and rushed to the front line.

I hope I can go back and go there. The teacher wants to scan my face... But Mu Tao is not guilty. If he doesn't ask someone to ask for a quota at this time, when will he ask for it?

He held the trolley case and looked at the man who was saliva flying across the road, and a familiar figure suddenly appeared in his heart.

What is that Dr. Zheng doing?

It should be working hard for the Nobel Prize, it should be.

Soon, the car arrived.

Mu Tao got into the car and looked at the drama actor coldly opposite him. He did not go up and talk to those people and explain the facts.

People will choose to believe what they like to hear, rather than facts.

Let them jump around these clowns, just a bunch of idiots. They shouldn't and shouldn't waste their time on it.

Just like being unable to wake up a person who pretends to be asleep, there is no need to reason with them.

Mu Tao got into the car, closed the car door, and rushed to the airport.

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Inner Mongolia, Korqin Right Wing Central Banner.

In Xiaoxiao Secondary Hospital, the interventional doctor was ignored.

He signed up for earthquake relief and his name was deleted directly.

The interventional department is a yarn department. Can it be used for emergency treatment? Are you younger than 35 years old? Nothing meets the standards. Will you cause trouble to the people in the disaster area?

Nonsense!

He was very depressed and walked back dejectedly.

The medical contempt chain always exists, and the interventional department is a small department that has no presence despised by all departments in this second-level hospital.

It's so distressing! I can't go to the front line, and the interventional doctor is in a state of dismay.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

He picked up his phone in a daze and saw a very strange name.

This is the person who led the lead in a group of hikers who were arranged by friends from the imperial capital to come to Inner Mongolia for fun two years ago.

The interventional doctor arranged it very carefully, and there were even camping in the desert, singing and dancing in the moonlight. Everyone returned home with great pleasure and left their contact information. Because they were all hikers, they never deleted each other.

But that side basically doesn’t contact me, and during festivals, I just send a group message to greet me.

It is said that this person has a background.

Who knows, it has nothing to do with me. The interventional physician answered the phone absent-mindedly.

"Hello."

"Liu Xuzhi?"

"I am Liu Xuzhi, what's wrong with Mr. Zhang?"

"Frontline, go?"

Without greetings, the other party's words were like a knife, stabbing directly into the heart of the interventional physician Liu Xuzhi.

His heart trembled for a moment, and his hands couldn't stop trembling.

At this time, there is nothing else in the front line besides it.

"Zhang...Brother Zhang, really?" Liu Xuzhi's voice was trembling, and happiness came too suddenly, making him feel that he was dreaming.

"Can you go?" The voice on the other side was cold and a little impatient.

"Go, of course!" Liu Xuzhi realized that as long as he hesitated for a while, the phone would hang up.

At this time, everyone's patience was consumed. Just a simple sentence, just go or not.

Then, he told him how to contact him, and explained what kind of transportation he took, where to see him, and then flew away together.

After putting down the phone, Liu Xuzhi still felt unrealistic. But he did not suspect that the other party was lying to him, and immediately called his wife and told her how many days he was going on a business trip.

I didn't go home either, so I simply packed up the toiletries in the department, bought a ticket, and prepared to board the high-speed train to Hohhot.

We walked out of the hospital with a brisk pace and saw the hospital's volunteer team waiting on the flat ground in front of the office building with red flags. The hospital sent two ambulances, and they were in ambulances and were about to set off with supplies.

Let you not take me! Liu Xuzhi had a different feeling in his heart. Hehe, I'm going to take the plane and I will definitely arrive before you.

This feeling is really good.

It was like a piece of pie fell from the sky, so delicious.

When you drive there, the most critical 72 hours have passed. I guess the best job is to load and unload the piles of rescue supplies.

Liu Xuzhi couldn't help but whistle. He suddenly remembered that he seemed to have forgotten to ask for leave.

But this thought just flashed and then disappeared.

If you ask for leave, qtmlgb, you can ask for a yarn leave. I will leave my post, so what can I do?!

However, it is still necessary to say on WeChat in the department group. As for not giving fake... I have already arrived at the front line, so I don’t care whether you give it or not.

Get on the bus and rush to the high-speed rail station without stopping.

...

The whole country experienced a violent vibration, and countless people spontaneously rushed to the front line.

They don’t know what they can do after they go, but they do nothing, always feel wrong, feel confused, and feel particularly uncomfortable.

There are countless people like Mu Tao who is far away in Mayo Clinic and Liu Xuzhi from the Right Wing Central Banner of Korqin, Inner Mongolia.

They are just small streams that come together.

Thousands of tricks turn into water, flow into rivers, like a surging song.
Chapter completed!