The Female General Dominates All After Transmigration-Chapter 319 - 318: Rescue in the Valley

Ling Chengyan immediately gathered the fire brigade and other rescue teams to discuss and then decided that the only tools they could use right now were crowbars and jacks.

"To dismantle the severely deformed vehicle, we might also need a cutting machine... but we don’t have that, it needs to be fetched," said the fire chief.

The leader from the city who rushed over immediately made a decision, "Wherever there is one, get it now, get it over here as fast as possible."

Someone immediately used a walkie-talkie to contact the equipment dispatch.

But even with expedited dispatch, the equipment would take nearly an hour to arrive. They could wait, but the critically injured in the valley could not.

After briefly discussing countermeasures, Ling Chengyan directly took two spare jacks down into the valley. The fire chief hesitated slightly, caught up, and took one jack off Ling Chengyan’s back, carrying it himself as they slid down the valley together.

At the bottom of the valley, because of tree cover, the light was very dim. Coupled with rain from the previous day, the valley was very humid, with mist swirling everywhere, reducing visibility significantly.

Ling Chengyan approached a black sedan trapped between two massive rocks. The car was twisted, with the front half unrecognizable. A woman in a royal blue outfit from the passenger seat stretched out from the broken windshield, lying there, her curly hair messily covering her head and face, making her features indistinguishable. Only red blood was faintly visible amidst her hair, sticking it into damp clusters and trickling down the deformed, wrecked car.

Knowing that this person had lost all signs of life, Ling Chengyan turned to check the situation inside the car.

Geng Wei and Nie Zhengguo, two team leaders, led the rescue efforts. At this moment, Nie Zhengguo hurriedly came up to Ling Chengyan, slightly panting, "The driver is severely injured, the steering wheel is wedged too tightly, hard to manage, but an elderly person in the backseat is less injured, we are trying to dismantle the seat..."

Ling Chengyan handed over the jack from her back, "Do your best to rescue, but be mindful of the injured’s condition, and don’t act recklessly... I’ll have two doctors sent down right away."

Nie Zhengguo nodded, grinning, "With this, we might not need to fully dismantle the seat to get the person out."

As for the doctors, they’re so ineffective that they can’t even catch a chicken, in such a dangerous place, not to mention, what can they do when they get down here?

Nie Zhengguo wasn’t impressed.

He took the jack and hurried back to continue rescuing.

Ling Chengyan went over to check on the other vehicles’ situations, seeing blood and even severed limbs everywhere, the devastation no less than a battlefield.

She witnessed soldiers prying apart the deformed car body and lifting out a seven or eight-year-old boy from inside, with the child tightly clutching a small tin car, but he had no breath left.

Ling Chengyan walked over, took off her jacket, and covered the boy’s wide-open terror-stricken eyes, also covering the hand clutching the toy car.

The boy’s hand hadn’t cooled completely, and his limbs were still soft...

The bitterness in her heart was difficult to bear, suddenly hearing someone behind her shout, "Not good, bleeding!"

Ling Chengyan quickly turned and rushed over. It was the elderly person rescued by Nie Zhengguo’s group. With an extra jack, they successfully pried open the seat pinning the elderly man. He was lifted out of the car, but due to the sudden release of pressure, his wound began bleeding profusely.

Ling Chengyan jumped in, immediately spotting the elderly man’s wound on his thigh, with blood gushing out like from a spring.

At a glance, it was evident that an artery was injured.

Ling Chengyan tore off a strip of cloth from her garment, quickly performing a simple ligature, temporarily alleviating the bleeding.

However, in such a condition, the injured cannot endure long and must be handed over to professional doctors for further resuscitation to have a chance at saving his life.

Ling Chengyan looked back at the stretcher they had brought, decisively making a decision, "Strap the person onto the stretcher; we’ll hoist him up."

Rappelling down was simple, but climbing back up the rope the way they came was extremely difficult.

By "hoist," Ling Chengyan meant tying the person and the stretcher to a rope and having people above pull them up.

The stretcher was a soft cloth bottom, facilitating the transport of the injured, but its support was not strong enough. Ling Chengyan immediately had them remove two pieces of foam from car seats, placing them in front and behind to protect the injured’s body. Then, they secured the bindings firmly, and used the walkie-talkie to instruct those above to pull the rope.

The stretcher fixed to the rope inevitably swayed, with surrounding trees and rocks potentially causing further harm to the injured. Fortunately, the large pieces of foam cushioned and prevented such injuries.

After about ten minutes, the injured person was pulled to the top. Ling Chengyan communicated the injury details through the walkie-talkie and immediately handed the person over to the waiting doctors.

The elderly man had been sent up, with a glimmer of hope remaining.

However, the driver could not be saved; he stopped breathing before the large-scale dismantling tools arrived.

Ling Chengyan and the soldiers continued working in the valley. It started to rain again at some point, not heavy but steady and fine, reducing visibility once more.

The soldiers’ clothes were already soaked through. Wiping the water from their eyes, they continued to labor for three hours, sending the last breathing injured person up before withdrawing from the scene.

Returning to the base, Ling Chengyan immediately instructed everyone to go to the bathhouse for a shower and change of clothes.

She herself returned to her dormitory, washed up, and changed into dry clothes.

As soon as she opened the door, Fu Qiang was waiting at the entrance.

Ling Chengyan, toweling her hair, invited Fu Qiang in, "Don’t you have a key? Why didn’t you come in?"

Fu Qiang just smiled without a word, but handed over the enamel mug he was holding to Ling Chengyan, "Old Li made ginger soup, with brown sugar."

Ling Chengyan glanced at Fu Qiang’s half-wet shoulder, took a teacup, poured some ginger soup, and handed it to him, "You should have some too. Um, what’s this taste?!"

Fu Qiang’s eyes flickered, and he lowered his head, downing the cup he was holding. Old Li claimed it was a family secret recipe, adding not only ginger but also spring onions, coriander roots, and garlic, making it taste quite peculiar.

Pinching her nose, Ling Chengyan drank down half a mug of the special ginger soup. Odd as it tasted, it had an effect, as the warmth coursed through her, quickly heating her up.

When it was time for dinner, the kitchen had a large pot of spicy and fragrant lamb bone soup. After drinking two bowls, she broke out in a thin layer of sweat, thoroughly dispelling the chill from being soaked by the rain.

The next day, as Ling Chengyan had just arrived at the parade ground, Zhang Yuanhong suddenly walked over quickly, "An elderly overseas Chinese who was rescued last night has woken up and wants to see your Captain Wang."

Upon hearing it was an elderly overseas Chinese and requesting to see Wang Liansheng, Ling Chengyan immediately guessed who it was.

She was somewhat surprised. Yesterday, she was on the scene and personally helped tie off a vein, yet didn’t closely inspect the appearance. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be Mr. Lian.