Medical staff were already extremely busy, and the chaos made them even busier, barely touching the ground. Tu Hengsha couldn't help much, only able to move some things and fetch water.
When going downstairs to get water, she found that the place was already bustling with activity. In a short time, an empty classroom had been cleared, mats laid out on the floor—all pieced together by the community. Some people carried, others shouldered, moving the injured soldiers from the field into the room. An elderly woman even assisted by holding a soldier's wounded arm and leg, repeatedly saying, "Careful, careful..."
At first, the soldiers refused to be carried, but grandma, touching the young soldier's face with a smile, said warmly, "Silly child, what's there to be polite about? You all are younger than my grandson. To me, you're just like my own grandsons! When the flood came, it was you who carried us all out. Now, it's our turn to carry you! It's only right!"
