Back to the end of the world: I relied on billions of supplies to win over natural disasters

Mingzhang gave Chi Yue a pulse. Her body is fine, and the backache is just a physiological phenomenon.

But some people are light and some are heavy.

"I will teach you a set of massage techniques. Next time you give Xiao Yue some massage, it will relieve the pain." He asked Ge Huai beside him to turn his back and demonstrated to Wen Qizhou: "Look carefully."

Yan Shuo is also learning from the side.

They wrote down the acupuncture points that Mingzhang massaged and pressed them again. He guided them until no mistakes were made before taking back their hands.

As soon as the diagnosis and study sessions were over, Xun Song hugged Ming Zhang's arm: "Master, can we go out?"

There was a clear "huh" sound.

He put away the paper, pen and stethoscope, led him, Wen Qizhou and others, and walked out of the gate of the other courtyard.

They wandered aimlessly around the base.

Walking to the specially designed commercial street, they saw the lively scene full of people's voices, and they also came to take a closer look with interest.

Outside the shop doors on the left and right sides, there are stalls with different supplies. The sound of yelling lingers throughout the street, and you can vaguely hear other people and stall owners bargaining.

Chi Yue glanced at the barber shop on the left. The moment she looked back, she caught an eye-catching red color from the corner of her eye.

"Pray for a boat." She stared at the stick of candied haws, scratched the back of Wen Qizhou's hand: "There are people selling candied haws over there."

"Want to eat?"

"A little bit." The candied haws were not in their stocking list. After careful calculation, she hadn't eaten them for several years.

Wen Qizhou came forward to ask the price.

"20 bunches." The seller pulled out a bunch of candied haws stuck in the straw: "The freshly picked hawthorns are so fresh."

"Well, I want five skewers."

"Put it on?"

"Don't pretend." After swiping the score card, he first gave Chi Yue a string, and then handed the rest to Ming Zhang for them to share.

Chi Yue took a bite of the hawthorn.

The sweet and sour taste filled her mouth, she squinted her eyes, fed Wen Qizhou a bite, and walked forward slowly.

When they walked back to the end of the street, they found that the number of people coming and going gradually increased, the not-so-wide street became crowded, and all kinds of sounds mixed together, making it seem more and more noisy.

"Thief, catch the thief!" An old woman in the crowd stood on tiptoe, pointed at the man in black, and said to the surrounding people: "I saw him steal your things!"

"Ah, my bracelet is missing!"

"..." Found the person who lost something, probed to find the black clothes that the aunt was pointing at, squeezed out of the crowd and chased after him.

The black clothes were worried that they would not be able to escape, so they simply muddied the flowing water and shouted loudly: "There's an earthquake, run!"

As soon as they heard the word "earthquake", the people in front didn't bother to tell the truth from the fake, and ran out like a frightened bird.

The whole street became chaotic in an instant.

Wen Qizhou, who was in the middle of the street, quickly put his arms around Chi Yue's waist and squeezed to the right side of the paved steps.

Mingming and his group also kept a distance from the crowd of people running madly forward in a short period of time to avoid being pushed by them.

They looked at the figures rushing towards the street like a wave, and the bad emotions in their hearts suddenly occupied their thoughts at the moment when three or four of them accidentally fell down.

"It's over..." Xie Changxiao looked at the crowd and had a strong premonition that there would be a stampede.

as predicted.

Screams filled my ears in the next second.

The person who fell couldn't get up, and was forced to bear the heavy force of a pair of feet on the body, screaming and struggling continuously, unintentionally tripping the person who straddled the shoulder and arm.

They are like stacked arhats, pressing on others, the sound of calling for help and crying stimulates everyone's brains, and they can feel the breath of despair from a distance.

"Stop! Everyone stop!" The patrol team who was very close to the commercial street rushed over, anxiously calling the runners to stop.

Realizing that they would not listen to persuasion, the team leader raised his gun to the sky and pulled the trigger. A gunshot sounded, and the people who were so frightened by the earthquake that they lost their minds were finally willing to listen to the leader's voice.

They stopped one after another, followed the instructions of the team leader, walked along the steps on the left and right sides, and walked towards the street, leaving little by little the group of people stacked in the middle.

After they left enough space, the patrol team walked to the area where the accident occurred, and carefully lifted the person lying on the top up, giving the person under the other party a chance to breathe, and at the same time checking their current physical condition.

However, the people below have been pressed for too long, and they have closed their eyes and are motionless. Even if the patrol team did not give up and gave them cardiopulmonary resuscitation, their hearts would not be beating again.

The atmosphere quietly became oppressive.

Chi Yue withdrew her gaze from them, and was led by Wen Qizhou out of this street full of death.

They walked back in the direction of the square, did not pay attention to the follow-up, but saw the recruitment information, Xie Changxiao and Ge Huai, who were about to apply for the position of patrol team members, mentioned the death toll of the accident after returning from the interview.

"I heard that six of them died." Xie Changxiao took a sip of cold water, and continued: "There are three more seriously injured who are being rescued."

Wen Yaxian sighed: "It's too tragic." She thought of the thief who lied about an earthquake: "Has the thief been caught?"

"Caught."

"How to deal with it?"

"I don't know yet." Ge Huai leaned lazily on the sofa: "But his fate will definitely not be much better."

Stealing first, then falsely claiming that there was an earthquake, indirectly caused six people to be trampled to death.

But Wen Qizhou was more concerned about the jobs they applied for than the fate of the thieves: "How is the treatment of the patrol team?"