Chapter 565

The soldiers let go of the narrow hole. The figure inhaled, shrunk his shoulders and crawled into the hole. The soldiers above continued to clean the hole to prevent people from being blocked in by collapse.

"Be careful, Su Haitang! How's it going inside?"

"Pick up!"

A tightly wrapped baby carefully handed it up from the hole, crying loudly, with blood stains on the corners of his mouth.

"Send it for inspection!"

A soldier ran away with a baby in his arms, and the cry faded away.

"Pick up! Be careful, her leg is broken! Her ribs may be broken, too. Keep it steady!"

The young mother's upper body was slowly transported out of the hole. The soldiers firmly caught her. Her mother looked pale, opened her mouth and said thank you. Her arms hung down, and ten fingers were dripping blood.

"Be sure to save her! She feeds her child with her own blood!"

Su Haitang climbed out in embarrassment and burst into tears!

The soldiers were stiff and shouted one, two and one. They carried people away neatly and quickly.

The camera shook again, followed by the human stretcher running away, silent.

"Someone here! It's collapsed! Qiao Haibo's head was smashed!"

The lens shook again, and then a heavy meal, and the shooting angle was fixed again.

The thin and strong figure rushed out, and on the ground he looked down at his wounded comrade in a coma, grabbed a shovel on the ground and made a silent effort to clean up the hole.

When the hole was able to hold the shape of a child, she was the first to throw away the shovel and crawl in.

Outside, some soldiers held the upper wall of the hole to prevent it from collapsing again, and some continued to excavate and expand the hole to prepare for response.

This time, an old woman and her Luhua Rooster were rescued.

"Thank you, children! Grandma will kill the chicken and make soup for you to replenish your body!"

The old woman took pains to take a breath and held the big cock.

"Girl, are you okay? The old woman is so heavy. Are you tired? Have a rest."

"Grandma, I'm fine. You follow our comrades in arms to the assembly point, have a check, and then have a good rest."

The figure passed by without even a serious face.

The picture is shaking again, the sound is noisy, the shooting is extremely unprofessional, but it is so real. There is no sensationalism or editing. It is like the original material tape played.

With more and more viewers, ratings are rising, and the hotline of DIDU station is almost destroyed.

"What's your donation hotline? Why not introduce it in the program! I want to donate!"

"Why not send more troops and medical teams? Machinery? Why not get on the excavator?!"

"What about your TV reporter? Why don't you go to the front line to interview? She needs Su Haitang to record and save people? She's just a person with limited physical strength!"

"How's the young mother and her child? Have they been treated? I want to see the follow-up report!"

Of course, there are discordant voices.

"Soldiers don't save people well. Are you crazy to be famous? Ask Su Haitang to go back and concentrate on saving people! Wasting one more second may delay one life!"

"What kind of documentary program is this? Is it su Haitang's personal hero performance? Fake public for personal gain! Tell her to get out and watch her! When is it? I still like to be in the limelight!"

……

No matter whether the audience praise or belittle, the program is still playing silently.

Half an hour later, the telephone content finally tended to be unified, and the voice of doubt decreased.

"Can you get in touch with Su Haitang? She hasn't had a rest for half an hour. Just as I remember, she saved more than a dozen people!"

"She's not made of iron. Tell her to drink and rest and maintain sufficient physical strength in order to better save people."

"Can volunteers be allowed to go to the disaster area? We know first aid knowledge and won't make trouble."