Before he could finish speaking, Clark picked up the camera hanging around his neck, adjusted the focus, and quickly pressed the shutter a few times at the busy train station down the hillside, and then continued to the other foreign reporters behind him: "I will defend my rights in my own way, and I will let the whole world know what is happening here, oh God, look at the victim on his hand, the wound is infected." ”

As Clark spoke, he raised his camera again, and then saw a wounded man with burns on the outer epidermis of his thigh, sighed with some pity, and then clicked the shutter again.

Some other foreign reporters also follow suit, either picking up their cameras to take pictures, or taking notes with their interview notes, anyway, these reporters are all masters who don't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement, not to mention that the Daxinganling disaster area is indeed a mess now, and such a good news explosion point naturally needs to be written about in a big book.

Only Marcelo and Murklein were very cautious and did not make any moves, and soon seemed a little out of place, and Breno, the reporter of the Canadian Quebec Daily who was closest to them, found the strangeness of Marcelo and Merklein after writing a very incendiary short sentence, and couldn't help but come over curiously and asked: "Hey, two gentlemen, you don't seem to be interested in the news here?"

"This ......"

"No, we just feel that the focus of the news is not on the situation of the victims, but on the disaster relief process. ”

Marcelo was old and hesitant to answer, but the young Merklein didn't have so many ideas, and directly said what they thought, and Marcelo had to nod when he heard this, indicating that he had the same idea as Merklein.

After hearing this, Brenaud was stunned for a moment and then sneered: "The process of disaster relief?haha~~" Then he pointed to the simple tents scattered under the mountain and the temporary settlement sites where the wounded could only be simply bandaged, and even basic drinking water and food could not be guaranteed, and said sarcastically: "Do you mean such a disaster relief process?" In my opinion, this is the limit of what can be achieved here, and I dare to assert that with the current medical conditions, it will not be long before the wounded here will become infected with their wounds, and then the plague will break out, and many people will die by then, and now is just the beginning. ”

"You haven't seen the Chinese's ability to act and organize, I have seen them in the southern part of Tibet, efficient, fast and meticulous, but New Delhi is rotten. Merklein retorted, shaking his head.

"The erosion in New Delhi is due to the fact that the whole northern part of the country has been affected, and there are only one or two counties in China, so of course they can be efficient, but now the Great Khing'an Mountains straddle two provinces, how about it? A few days have passed, and even basic treatment of the wounded cannot be carried out. ”

As soon as Merklene's words fell, Breno was just about to speak, and Clark's undoubted voice came from behind him: "So there is no difference between the government here and the official New Delhi in essence, they are both pre-modern countries, and they are both backward and ignorant stages, so Mr. Merklein, if you really sympathize with them, you can report the real situation here, the Western world is just and kind, and they will generously support the victims here." ”

"But......" Merkleen wanted to say something, but before he could speak, Clark pointed to the newly wounded below: "It is so, I only record what I see with my eyes, there is no hospital here, even the medical staff are pitiful, not even drinking water and food, wake up, Mr. Merklein, the pen in our hands is not only the tears of sympathizers, but also the whip of denunciation." ”

When Clark said this, Merkleen didn't know what to say even if he had all kinds of words, because the train station down the hill was indeed the same as what Clark said, very bad, which made it difficult for Merkle to say a few fair words.

So he exhaled sullenly, turned his head to look down the mountain, and immediately narrowed his eyes, opened them wide, and then asked Mr. Marcelo on the side: "Look, what is that?"

"This ......" Marcelo looked in the direction of Merklein's finger, frowned, then raised his binoculars and looked at it carefully, shaking his head: "It's not clear." ”

The abnormal behavior of the two also aroused the curiosity of Clark and the others, and they all looked down the mountain, only to see a train slowly approaching the platform, different from the previous green passenger trains or gray-black freight trains, this time there were container-sized white containers stacked on more than a dozen carriages on the train.

Clark held up the binoculars and looked at it for a long time but couldn't figure out what it was, so he frowned and said uncertainly, "Is it food?"

"Maybe it's clothes and tents!" Brenaud added, picking up the camera immediately: "But no matter what it is, looking at the fine workmanship of the container, it will never be for the bottom victims and the wounded, as far as I know, the timber in the Great Khing'an Mountains is the economic pillar of this place, and the damage from this fire is very large, so several high-level officials have come over to try to resume production as soon as possible to ensure that their economy does not regress." ”

Although Brenaud didn't say it explicitly, the reporters around him were all clever people, and they couldn't hear the meaning of Brenaud's words, and in an instant, the hot topics of privilege, disregarding the lives of the victims, and disregarding people's lives for the sake of economic development began to brew in the minds of the reporters.

Clark smiled and nodded: "En~ The possibility is very high." Then I picked up my camera and prepared to grab a few more photos of the hot news.

However, before Clark could press the shutter, he saw a crane used to lift timber in the station, lifting a container from the train, and then put it to the designated place under the command of the staff, and then a few workers went up to move a few snap rings, and the standard container-sized thing turned into a small house in a blink of an eye.

Immediately, the huge red cross symbol representing the medical institution was reflected in the lens of Clark's camera, and Clark immediately put down the camera in his hand as if he had been stung by a bee, and opened his mouth a few times in disbelief: "That...... That...... Is that a hospital?"

As if to confirm Clark's words, with the smooth lifting of containers, the prototype of a temporary hospital was soon presented to everyone.

Clark and the others were dumbfounded, they had seen the field hospital, and they had also seen the temporary tent hospital, but this kind of hospital that was quickly formed using containers was the first time they had seen it, and the hospital could still be like this?

......

"I don't know much about other hospitals, but we can do that with our excellent field hospitals. ”

In the railway station at the foot of the hillside, Wang Heping, general manager of the excellence medical company under the Tengfei Aviation Manufacturing Corporation, said to several domestic media reporters with a somewhat tired smile.