Chapter 653: Hundreds of Rivers Return to the Sea

In the Mayo Clinic, Mu Tao looked at the web pages on the notebook in front of him in a daze.

There was a huge earthquake in his hometown, and he couldn't feel any tremors on the other side of the earth, but his heart ached.

When the earthquake happened, it was after 2 o'clock in the morning, and Mu Tao had just fallen asleep.

When he woke up and knew the news, there were already a lot of news on the Internet. He stared at the various messages that appeared on the laptop screen and was stunned for a long time.

Without hesitation, after calculating the time, he picked up the phone directly.

"Teacher, I want to go back to China." Mu Tao said firmly.

"Okay, I'll book the nearest ticket. I'm going to the front line. Is there no civil aviation there?"

"That troubles you." Mu Tao said: "I'm really sorry, I really can't convince myself to stay in Mayo Clinic after such a thing happened."

Putting down his phone, Mu Tao started to book tickets and pack his things.

There were not many things, and he didn't have time to take everything away. Only valuables, and the issue of The New England Journal of Medicine that published the new TIPS procedure.

When he walked out of the Mayo Clinic with a trolley case, Mu Tao felt that the sun was glaring.

Here, the sun is shining.

And what about that side? What kind of scene is it?

Squinting his eyes, Mu Tao waited for the car to take him to the airport.

While waiting, Mu Tao saw a yellow-skinned man howling dryly, telling about the earthquake-stricken area.

Without rescue, countless victims were killed and injured... The man described a sad and hopeless world to passers-by in a colorful manner.

Mu Tao shook his head, too lazy to watch their performance.

No rescue? nonsense.

I have to go back thousands of miles away, but they actually said that there is no rescue? What a huh.

If you have to say no, then there is no place for the rescue team. The list of people involved in the rescue is a headache.

On the phone, Mu Tao heard Wu Haishi and Mr. Wu say that the medical department of the hospital kept receiving letters of invitation and even blood letters, and there was a tendency to resign and go to the rescue in a private capacity if he refused to let him go.

If it weren't for the military control of all the planes and railways entering Sichuan to transport strategic materials, I am afraid that some people would have left secretly.

The hospital tried their best to reassure them that the number of rescue teams is very precious.

This is still a local hospital. Those military medical universities and military hospitals may have already been organized and went to the front line.

I hope I can go back by myself, so I can go there. The teacher is going to brush his face... But Mu Tao has no guilt, if he doesn't ask someone to ask for a place at this time, when will he ask for it?

He was carrying a trolley case, and looking at the drooling man on the other side of the road, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in his heart.

What is Dr. Zheng doing?

It should be working hard for the Nobel Prize, it should be.

Soon, the car arrived.

Mu Tao got into the car and looked at the actor opposite him coldly. He didn't go up to reason with those people and explain the facts.

People choose to believe what they want to hear, not the truth.

These clowns, let them dance, they are just a bunch of idiots, I shouldn't and can't waste time on this.

Just like being unable to wake up a person pretending to be asleep, there is no need to reason with them.

Mu Tao got into the car, closed the door, and rushed all the way to the airport.

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Horqin Right Middle Banner, Inner Mongolia.

In a small second-class hospital, interventional doctors are ignored.

He signed up for earthquake relief work, but his name was directly deleted.

The interventional department is a yarn department, will it be emergency? Is it younger than thirty-five? Didn't meet the standards, went to cause trouble for the people in the disaster area?

nonsense!

He was very frustrated and walked back dejectedly.

The chain of medical contempt always exists, and the interventional department in this second-class hospital is a small department with no sense of existence that is despised by all departments.

So distressed! If you can't go to the front line, interventional doctors will be devastated.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

He picked up the phone in a daze, and saw a very strange name.

This was the leader of a group of donkey friends arranged by a friend from the imperial capital to come to Inner Mongolia the year before last.

The interventional doctor arranged very carefully, and even camped in the desert, singing and dancing in the moonlight. Everyone went home happily and left their contact information. Because they are all donkey friends and like outdoor activities, they have never deleted each other.

It's just that they basically don't contact me on that side. During the holidays, they send a group message to say hello.

It is said that this person has a background.

Who knows, it has nothing to do with me. The interventional doctor answered the phone absently.

"Hello."

"Liu Xuzhi?"

"I'm Liu Xuzhi, what's the matter with Mr. Zhang?"

"Want to go to the front line?"

Without the foreshadowing of pleasantries, the other party's words were like a knife, directly stabbing interventional doctor Liu Xuzhi's heart.

His heart trembled, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

The front line at this time, where else but there.

"Zhang...Brother Zhang, really?" Liu Xuzhi's voice was trembling. The happiness came so suddenly that he felt like he was dreaming.

"Will you go?" The voice on the other side was cold and impatient.

"Go, of course!" Liu Xuzhi realized that if he hesitated again, the call would be hung up.

At this time, everyone's patience has been exhausted, and it is simply a matter of going or not going.

Afterwards, the other side said to give him the way to contact him, and explained what kind of transportation to take, where to meet, and then flew together.

Putting down the phone, Liu Xuzhi still felt unreal. But he didn't suspect that the other party was lying to him, so he immediately called his wife and told her that he was going on a business trip for a few days.

He didn't go home either, so he simply tidied up the toiletries in the department, bought a ticket, and prepared to set foot on the high-speed train to Hohhot.

Walking briskly out of the hospital, I saw the hospital volunteer team holding a red flag, waiting on the flat ground in front of the office building. The hospital sent two ambulances, and they were about to set off with the supplies in the ambulance.

Let you not take me! There was a different emotion in Liu Xuzhi's heart, hey, I'm going to take the plane, and I must be there before you.

This feeling is really good.

It's like a piece of pie fell from the sky, so delicious.

When you arrive by car, the most critical 72 hours have passed, and it is estimated that the best job is to load and unload the mountains of rescue supplies.

Liu Xuzhi whistled involuntarily. He suddenly remembered that he seemed to have forgotten to ask for leave.

But the thought was just a flash, and then dissipated.

Please leave, QTMLGB, please take a leave of absence. I'm off my post, so what? !

However, it is still necessary to say something on WeChat in the department group. As for not giving a fake... Anyway, I have already gone to the front line, so I don't care if you give it or not.

Get in the car and rush all the way to the high-speed rail station without stopping.

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The whole country experienced a violent vibration, and countless people rushed to the front line spontaneously.

They don't know what they can do when they go there, but if they don't do anything, they always feel that something is wrong, and they feel blocked and uncomfortable.

There are countless people like Mu Tao who is far away at the Mayo Clinic, Liu Xuzhi who is in Horqin Youzhong Banner, Inner Mongolia.

They are little streams that flow together.

Thousands of trickles become water, converging into a river, like a surging song.

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What Mu Tao encountered was a very famous video back then. I remember when I was watching the video, there were only two words in my mind - idiot. Even the blood on my side has to be drained for 6 hours. Fortunately, it is not type B blood.