Dong Yao started crying while speaking, and Wang Yongqiang and Zhang Yonggang sighed beside her, but Jiang Xue waved her hand, indifferent.
"Fool, it’s not just our family suffering great losses. Look, isn’t it the sa? Fortunately, your people are fine, and it’s not in vain that I hurried over here. My horse was frightened and ran away half-way, so I walked all the way here. I can’t go on. I need to find a place to rest, I’m too exhausted!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the ground began to shake again, even more terrifying than yesterday, and people around started to scream in fear.
"People haven’t been rescued yet. Everyone, please help! My child, my child is still buried inside! I’m begging you! Please save him! Don’t go, don’t leave!"
A mother knelt down on the ruins and looked down. The rescuers who were there wanted to leave due to the violent shaking, but the mother grabbed their hand and wouldn’t let them go, eventually getting pushed away hard.
"I can save people, provided that I survive. Don’t cause harm to !"
Jiang Xue couldn’t bear to witness this and instinctively wanted to go over, but Dong Yao held her arm tightly and shook her head.
"That child has been trapped there since yesterday, already silent. The tremors are so fierce now, what if the beams above co crashing down?"
The buildings of this era are mostly wooden structures. Wooden structures have the advantage over reinforced concrete: a higher survival rate. So, despite the ruins everywhere, the hope of rescue is far greater than in later tis. Watching as the rescuers ran off, leaving only the mother shouting her child’s na, Jiang Xue couldn’t bear it.
"It’s okay, I’ll be watching. Helping is helping."
As Jiang Xue went over to help, how could others not assist? After they exhausted all their strength to rescue the child, they found he had already died.
The mother’s cries were heartbreaking for those who heard them. Suddenly, the ground began shaking again, and the mother remained where she was, risking an incident if she didn’t leave soon. Jiang Xue hurried over to pull her away, but no matter how much she shouted, the mother wouldn’t leave, crying and speaking hopelessly.
"My child is gone, what’s the point in living? I want to accompany my child; I want to go with my child."
"Watch out!" The last bit of the building’s fra finally collapsed in this aftershock. At a critical mont, soone pushed her, and they both rolled down from a height as the building roared into a flat heap, huge dust clouds rising and spreading everywhere, causing people to cough incessantly.
"Are you okay?" A familiar voice sounded from above. Jiang Xue turned back and widened her eyes: "Young Master? What are you doing here?"
Wasn’t it Shui Yixuan? Turning back, she saw a group of people dressed in Shui Clan attire moving among the piles of people, clearly here to rescue others.
"I should be asking you, what are you doing here?"
Jiang Xue sighed, "It’s a long story right now, but shouldn’t you check on your ho first? Who knows how Old Valley Master is faring?"
"You should worry more about yourself. My grandfather’s martial arts aren’t low; he dodged this commotion ages ago. Unlike you, who rushed forward foolishly!"
Jiang Xue glanced at where the mother had been kneeling, her gaze darkening: "Did she finally go?"
"That was her choice. Perhaps in this world, she had no one dear to hold onto anymore; death is the real release, better than living with her son’s bones!"
Shui Yixuan helped Jiang Xue up, brushing off the dust from her clothes and hair, sighing after surveying the area.
"Looks like the Four Countries conference won’t continue, and who knows if the other four countries were affected; the Imperial City is already in chaos. I need to hurry to Five Elents Manor, will you co back with ?"
Jiang Xue didn’t want to return yet, "There are so many injured here, I’d better stay and bandage their wounds with Changchun Hall’s people. You go back first. Also, Tang Cangcang was kidnapped and sold to a brothel in Yang City. Mu Hui and the others rushed over to save her last night, but I don’t know how it went. If they rescue her, it’ll wash away my doubts; if she dies, I’ll really have no defense left."
Jiang Xue concisely recounted yesterday’s events to Shui Yixuan, who unexpectedly showed a mocking expression after listening.
"You’ve got quite a temper. Such a low-level setup and only you and they would play along. Alright, leave the rest to . Stay if you want; I’ll leave so people with you to help, they all know dical skills."
Everyone in the Shui Clan knows so dical skills to varying degrees, maybe not very advanced, but they can at least do basic bandaging. Thus, Jiang Xue didn’t hesitate to accept them all.
After watching Shui Yixuan leave, Jiang Xue didn’t care about her fatigue and imdiately thought of ways to clean the wounds of the injured. Without disinfectant, she found a way to use containers to store the water from her space’s watering cans to clean wounds, not as effective as disinfectant but better than the dirty water or well water they had found.
After the Holy Dynasty Royal Family handled matters in the Imperial City, they thought of the city’s citizens, organizing soldiers and civilians for rescue and treatnt.
During this ti, Jiang Xue saw Beiming Yi, different from other princes who only moved their lips; his people were rescuing others, moving debris, setting up porridge stalls outside the city to provide als to citizens. Although he was always in a wheelchair, he calmly handled every report from his subordinates.
In the original story, Beiming Yi inherited the throne, and even his leg was cured by Jiang Xue. Although they hadn’t interacted yet in this life, judging by his current actions, he seed a suitable choice for an emperor.
The casualties were undoubtedly severe, as they occurred during the ancient night with no entertainnt activities at that ti; everyone had eaten and gone to bed to rest, so those who reacted quickly might have escaped outside, whereas elderly and children with limited mobility were buried below.
Jiang Xue worked tirelessly from day to night, only seeking a quiet place to hide in her space to wash, eat, drink, and rest when truly exhausted.
In this situation, everyone could only search the ruins for supplies. If lucky, they found rice, flour, oil, and cooked on the spot; if unlucky, they had to seek charity from porridge stalls outside the city. Jiang Xue used vegetables she planted in her space and a large cauldron found in the pharmacy’s backyard, making a temporary stove out of mud and started cooking vegetable soup for everyone.
Without any grains found temporarily, the grains in her space couldn’t be taken out in broad daylight. But nobody suspected the casually gathered cabbage or radish, as it was at least sothing to eat, regardless of anything else for now.
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