On the road leading from the disaster area to the county town, there was another small-scale landslide.
There were many vehicles passing by at the time, and the car Ji Chuan was in happened to be among them.
Large rocks rolled down from the mountain, smashing the vehicles coming and going.
The casualties on site were severe, almost all the cars on the road were damaged. By the time journalists reported from the scene, the casualties numbered in the hundreds.
Rescue personnel had already rushed over, and through the television screen, Yan Huan saw a man in a white coat being carried out, covered in blood, his clothes stained.
His eyes were closed, unconscious, but Yan Huan recognized him at a glance, it was Ji Chuan.
"Ji Chuan!" The cup Yan Huan was holding dropped to the ground as she stood up suddenly.
Her mind went blank, all the blood in her body rushed to her head, feeling like a piece of her heart was carved out with a knife, the pain was suffocating.
