Zhuo Junyue frowned and waved his hand, "Hurry up and take them to the hospital."
Ever since receiving news of the landslide last night, Zhuo Junyue had instructed Zuo Mufeng to organize a rescue team at the hospital, ready to provide support at any time.
Ah Long and Ah Hu would surely be protecting Su Ningyan, but he didn't know where they rushed off to in the heat of the moment?
At this point, another person was dug out from the front, and Zhuo Junyue rushed over.
"They've already stopped breathing..."
Upon hearing the words 'stopped breathing', Zhuo Junyue's heart pounded almost into knots.
He abruptly stopped in his tracks, not daring to move forward.
Gu Moyang rushed over, wiped the mud off the face of the deceased, then turned to look at Zhuo Junyue, "It's not them."
Hearing what Gu Moyang said, Zhuo Junyue heaved a silent sigh of relief.
His current state of mind could not be described accurately in words—impatient, yet fearful.
