As evening approached, the sunset glow had just faded, leaving a few lingering crimson streaks in the sky.
Erin Lowell walked out of the medical tent, rubbing her neck. A stethoscope still hung around it, and a corner of her white coat was dirty. She looked down and patted at the spot.
A sudden downpour the previous night had triggered a mudslide in the village at the foot of the mountain. Because it happened at night under poor conditions, many rescuers had been injured.
She had been working from four in the morning until evening and had just now gotten a break.
She'd scraped her right hand when she fell last night. To make it easier to practice medicine, she hadn't bandaged it, only applying some antiseptic.
Erin Lowell pulled out her phone with her left hand and glanced at it. The screen showed 'No Signal.' After staring at it for a moment, she put it away.
"Dr. Lowell."
Someone called out to her from ahead.
