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

There was a huge earthquake in his hometown, and he didn't feel any of the tremors on the other side of the world, but his heart ached.

When the earthquake struck, it was more than 2 o'clock in the morning, and Mu Tao had just fallen asleep.

By the time he woke up and knew the news, there was already a lot of news on the Internet. He looked at the various messages that appeared on the screen of his notebook and was stunned for a long time.

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

"Teacher, I'm going back to China. Mu Tao said firmly.

"Okay, I'll book the nearest ticket. I'm going to the front line, is there no civil aviation on that side?"

"I'm sorry for you. Mu Tao said: "I'm really sorry, I really can't convince myself to stay at the Mayo Clinic. ”

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

There weren't many things, and he didn't have time to take everything and walk away. I brought only valuables and an issue of The New England Journal of Medicine, where the new TIPS procedure was published.

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

Here, the sun is shining.

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

Squinting his eyes, Mu Tao waited for the car to come and send him to the airport.

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

Without rescue, the victims were killed and injured...... The man described a miserable and hopeless world to passers-by.

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

No rescue?

I had to rush back thousands of miles away, and they even said that there was no rescue?

If you have to say no, there is no place for the rescue team. The list of people who participated in the rescue was a headache.

Mu Tao heard Wu Haishi and Wu Lao say in his mobile phone that the hospital's medical department kept receiving letters asking for war, and even blood letters, and there was a posture of resigning and going to the rescue in a private capacity if he was not allowed to go.

If it weren't for the military control of all the planes and railways to transport strategic materials, I am afraid that some people would have secretly left long ago.

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

This is still a local hospital, and those military medical universities and military hospitals have already been organized to go to the front line.

I hope I can go back and go there. The teacher is going to brush his face...... However, Mu Tao has no guilt, at this time, he will not ask someone for a quota, when will he ask for it?

He carried the trolley suitcase, looked at the person on the other side of the road who was salivaing, and suddenly a familiar figure appeared in his heart.

What is Dr. Zheng doing?

I guess I'm working hard for the Nobel Prize, I guess so.

Soon, the car arrived.

Mu Tao got into the car and looked at the drama spirit opposite coldly, he didn't go up to reason with those people and explain the facts.

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

These clowns, let them jump, just a bunch of fools, they shouldn't and can't waste their time on this.

It's like not waking up a person who is pretending to be asleep, and there is no need to reason with them.

Mu Tao got in the car, closed the door, and rushed all the way to the airport.

……

……

Inner Mongolia, Horqin right-wing central banner.

In a small second-class hospital, interventional doctors were ignored.

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

The interventional department is a woolen department, can it give emergency first aid? Is it younger than 35 years old? If you don't meet the standards, do you go to the disaster area to cause trouble to the people?

!

He was depressed and walked back dejected.

The chain of medical contempt always exists, and the interventional department is a small department with no sense of existence that is despised by all departments in this second-class hospital.

I can't go to the front line, and the interventional doctor is depressed.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

He picked up his phone in a trance and saw a very unfamiliar name.

This is the year before last, a group of travelers arranged by friends in the imperial capital to come to Inner Mongolia to play, and one of them took the lead.

The interventional doctor arranged it very carefully, and there was even camping in the desert, singing and dancing in the moonlight. Everyone went home happily and left their contact information. Because they are all travel friends, they have never deleted each other.

It's just that the other side basically doesn't contact with himself, and during the New Year's holidays, he sends a group message to greet him.

It is said that this man has a background.

Who knows, it has nothing to do with yourself. The interventional physician absentmindedly answered the phone.

"Hey. ”

"Liu Xuzhi?"

"I'm Liu Xuzhi, what's the matter with Mr. Zhang?"

"The front line, are you going?"

There was no greeting foreshadowing, and the other party's words were like a knife, directly stabbing the heart of interventional doctor Liu Xuzhi.

His heart trembled, and his hands trembled.

At this time, the front line, where else is there.

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

"To go or not. The voice on that side was cold and impatient.

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

At this time, everyone's patience is consumed, and in a nutshell, it's okay to go or not go.

Then, the other side told him how to contact him, and explained what means of transportation to take, where to meet, and then flew together.

Putting down the phone, Liu Xuzhi still had a sense of unreality. But he didn't suspect that the other party was lying to him, and immediately called his wife and told her that he was going on a business trip for a few days.

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

Walking out of the hospital with brisk steps, I saw the hospital's volunteer team waving a red flag and waiting on the flat ground in front of the office building. The hospital sent two ambulances, and they were in ambulances, with supplies, and they were about to set off.

Let you not take me! Liu Xuzhi had a different emotion in his heart, hehe, I went to take a plane, and I must have arrived before you.

It's a good feeling.

It's like a pie falling from the sky, so delicious.

By the time you drive in, the most critical 72 hours have passed, and the best job is to load and unload the mountain of relief supplies.

Liu Xuzhi whistled involuntarily, and he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have forgotten to ask for leave.

But the thought was only a flash in the air, and then it dissipated.

Leave of absence, QTMLGB, please, leave of yarn. Lao Tzu is off the job, what can he do?!

However, it is still necessary to say WeChat in the department group, as for not giving leave...... Anyway, Lao Tzu has gone to the front line, so it doesn't matter if you give it or not.

Get on the car and rush all the way to the high-speed rail station, non-stop.

……

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

They don't know what they can do when they go, but they don't do anything, they always feel wrong, their hearts are blocked, and they are very uncomfortable.

There are countless people like Mu Tao who is far away in the Mayo Clinic and Liu Xuzhi in the Horqin Right-wing Central Banner in Inner Mongolia.

They are just little trickles that come together.

Ten thousand trickles into water, confluence into a river, like a surging song.