Dr. Lin, you hurt me.

Chapter 252 The Picky Young Master

Lin Feng grabbed the strap of his backpack and looked up at the others. "No, I still have the strength, I can carry it myself. Some people are dying, you help them first."

Xiao Tang was too lazy to argue with him. They came to rescue, and since the advance team had already arrived, their focus should be to protect these medical staff first.

Medical staff are the most important. Otherwise, even if many people are dug out, it will be a waste of effort if no one treats them.

"You need to save your energy for the operating table. If your hands are shaking and you can't hold the scalpel, you will regret it even more."

Xiao Tang pulled off Lin Feng's backpack and put it on his back.

Only then did Lin Feng feel that the mountain pressing on his back had been removed, and he could breathe more smoothly.

Xiao Tang discussed with his teammates and decided to help the medical staff transport the medical equipment to the resettlement site first, so that the medical staff could recover some strength in this short journey.

When they arrived at the camp, the rescue team members first helped the medical staff set up tents, a simple operating room, and a treatment room.

Lin Feng and his colleagues looked at the devastated scene. It was the first time for them to perform surgery in such a crude environment, and it was impossible to meet the sterile requirements.

They can only carry out first aid and emergency bandaging measures.

Everyone ignored their physical fatigue and worked in teams according to their departments to carry out the rescue work.

The safety helmets on their heads are indeed safe and practical, and can also be equipped with headlights, which greatly facilitates their operations.

Even though they have generators and drone lighting, they don’t have shadowless lights.

Helicopters kept flying overhead, bringing in supplies from outside the mountain, and seriously ill and injured patients in the mountain were promptly transported to other local hospitals for treatment.

Everyone is racing against time, racing against death.

People were constantly being carried out by the rescue team. There were too many of them, too many, and it was simply too late.

Lin Feng took off his gloves and grabbed Xiao Tang, who was about to leave after dropping off the injured people.

"Wait a minute, there are too many injured people, we don't have enough time to treat them. You should have learned simple bandaging and wound treatment. We need your help."

Xiao Tang looked at the survivors in this tent, and there were more outside.

There is so little they can do in the face of natural disasters.

"We are not professionals." Xiao Tang also had concerns.

"I'll discuss this with our leader and ask two nurses to grade the injuries. Green means no external injuries, yellow means skin injuries, which you will handle. Red means more serious injuries, so we'll treat them.

There are many volunteers outside who are here to deliver supplies to you. Large equipment and trucks cannot come in, so horse and motorcycle teams have brought food and medicines here first. Over there are gauze and iodine. "

Xiao Tang glanced outside the tent and saw that volunteers were already cooking, so everyone no longer needed to eat dry food.

But there are still aftershocks.

Professional tasks such as excavation and rescue should be left to more professional people. Before, they were only responsible for moving stones and carrying stretchers, but now there are more volunteers helping to do these.

Their rescue team had indeed learned first aid measures and could help the medical team as much as they could. The medical staff had been busy from dusk till dawn, and their physical strength had been exhausted to the limit, but they were still gritting their teeth and persisting.

Xiao Tang gathered his brothers together to help treat the victims' skin injuries.

Su Boding reported to Zhang Yan on the progress of disaster rescue every hour. Supplies and donations were also sent to the disaster area one after another, and everything was getting better.

The group did not ask employees to donate this time. It has been difficult for everyone in the past few years and no one has much money, so there was no need to ask employees to donate.

If something goes wrong, they are there to take responsibility. Otherwise, why does the country support the development of enterprises? Isn't it just for this moment?

Zhang Yan didn't dare to disturb Lin Feng and Xiao Tang's rescue work. He just checked a document and then took a look at Zhang Yan's physical condition in the APP.

When it's time for dinner, remind these two people in the group to eat. It doesn't matter if you don't receive a reply, their time is more valuable and can't be wasted on this daily chat.

Just a reminder will make Zhang Yan feel more comfortable.

Zhang Yan now also eats three meals a day prepared by Aunt Liu. At noon, Aunt Liu delivers the meal to the company. She will personally watch Zhang Yan finish his meal and take pictures before leaving.

You must go home to eat breakfast and dinner, and take photos.

Whenever there is a meal that is not eaten on time, Aunt Liu will start to complain, "Why doesn't the young master eat again? Is my cooking not good? Then I will ask the wife what the young master likes to eat. Also ask Dr. Lin what to eat to help his body recover."

Zhang Yan had no choice. He didn't want to receive a long-distance call from his mother in the middle of the night, nor did he want to bother Lin Feng because of such a trivial matter as his meals.

I eat three meals a day on time, go to bed early and get up early, and my life couldn’t be more regular.

We had grilled wings today because Zhang Yan said he was tired of lamb legs and pig’s trotters, and Aunt Liu thought that wings can also be considered limbs.

While eating grilled wings and watching Aunt Liu taking pictures, Zhang Yan asked the questions that had been on his mind for the past few days.

"Auntie, why do you take photos of every meal? Are you reporting to my mom?"

Aunt Liu was still busy operating her mobile phone, answering Zhang Yan's questions perfunctorily without even raising her head.

"As for me, I opened an account on the social platform, mainly to post some of the meals I made for the young master, and it's quite popular."

Aunt Liu worked very hard for a while before handing her phone to Zhang Yan, clearly showing off.

Copywriting: Today is another day of cooking for the picky young master.

Got it!

This copy has perfectly grasped the key to traffic.

Zhang Yan took a quick look and found that the texts were all similar, but the pictures and videos were different, basically showing the process of cooking and doing housework.

The data of reposts, likes and comments is much better than that of that brat Zhang Lingbei's account.

I don't know what this agency and Zhang Lingbei do. ​​Although I don't expect him to make money for the company, he should at least be able to support his own team. I guess Zhang Lingbei can't even afford the two drivers and bodyguards who follow him every day.

Zhang Lingbei, who was sitting in the studio checking his phone, suddenly sneezed. The costume designer and stylist were preparing for the costume trial for his New Year's Eve party.

"Is the air conditioner too cold? I caught a cold."

The costume designer was so busy that he was sweating profusely and was not allowed to work shirtless.

"Young Master, the room temperature is 26 degrees Celsius, how could you catch a cold? Just hold on for a while, and we'll try on a few more outfits. Sister Ai fought hard to get you this performance opportunity."

In fact, it was not much effort, as the title sponsor of the evening party was their own brand.

It’s just that the senior who became my partner was invited with great difficulty.