"This earthquake is really severe..."
"Yeah, I really hope our compatriots are all right."
In the camp, stretchers carried one injured person after another from the earthquake into the medical area. Because the tent was already crowded with the wounded, the rest had no choice but to be placed outside, covered with blankets.
Among them, a six or seven-year-old Pakistani boy had his head bruised, with blood constantly flowing down his forehead, even blinding his eyes. Yet, he could only clutch his wound, sitting on the ground, crying loudly.
A female nurse from the medical team couldn't stand it anymore.
Because no matter in which country, the elderly and children always need priority rescue.
"Why is no one helping him with his wound?"
The nurse called out twice, but her voice was soon drowned out by cries and screams. Helpless, she walked over to the child.
She took out iodine and gauze from the medical kit she carried and asked in English, "Where are your parents and family?"
