But when Fan Xian heard that the rescue plan Ding Mengxiang had arranged was quite comprehensive, she didn't interrupt him.
Had Chen Fang and Wang Yiyi really died?
No, they hadn't.
At the critical moment,
Chen Fang knew it was too late to run.
Forcing his injured leg to hold him up, he grabbed Wang Yiyi and ran into the bedroom next door, diving under the bed. Fortunately, the old bed was made of solid wood and very sturdy, with ample space underneath. After a cloud of dust and debris had settled, they discovered to their amazement that they were still alive.
Only the house had collapsed.
Earth and rubble had completely engulfed the area around the bed.
Getting out was practically impossible now.
Two hours after the rescue meeting had concluded, at a little past eleven in the morning, nearly four hours had elapsed since Chen Fang had been buried.
Fan Xian rushed to the county committee compound.
As soon as she got out of the car, she saw Ding Yuan waiting at the entrance.
