Half an hour, walking atop a mass of ruins more than 200 meters long, dozens of meters wide, yet occasionally reaching a height of four or five meters.
Little White, despite wearing shoes, was having difficulty moving on three legs, and after climbing up and down for so long, it started to limp.
But Fang Huai didn't let it rest.
He hadn't even taken part in the rescue of survivors already found by the Earthquake Rescue Team, for his sole purpose was to find more traces of life.
It was just short of 27 hours, and the chances were still significant.
Truly significant.
Today alone, the Rescue Team had saved three children.
Every time there were a couple of cries, Fang Huai would stick a wooden stick he had found into the ground.
"There's someone below here!" Fang Huai pointed at the ground beneath his feet and shouted again.
The distant Rescue Team looked up, then waved their hands to show that they had understood.
Suddenly.
"Woof!"
