"Save me... save me..." someone cried out to them for help, as those who could see them were buried quite shallowly, so Yan Jiayu would sometimes pull people out first, while others were told to wait.
"Miss, please save me..." a middle-aged man wailed, lying on the ground, "I can't move my leg... other people have lives, I have a life too, why are you choosing who to help first..."
Yan Jiayu went over to take a look, "Uncle, your shoe is just stuck, you should be able to crawl out if you try a bit harder."
"It's no use... my leg is injured and I can't move it..." the middle-aged man roared with a strong voice.
As he started making a fuss, some of the lightly injured people who had been rescued came over and told Yan Jiayu to go help others, saying they'd take care of him.
"His leg might really be injured." Yan Jiayu single-handedly dragged the middle-aged man out, perhaps not too gently, which caused his calf to be sliced open by a nearby steel bar, leaving a long gash.
