Ming Zhang gave Chi Yue a pulse, her body was fine, and the situation of back pain was only a physiological phenomenon.

However, some people are light, and some people are heavy.

"I'll teach you a set of massage techniques, and you can press Xiaoyue next time to relieve the pain." He asked Ge Huai beside him to turn his back and demonstrate to Wen Qizhou: "Look carefully." ”

Yan Shuo is also learning on the side.

They wrote down the acupuncture points that Mingzhang was massaging and pressed them again, and he guided him until he couldn't make a mistake before withdrawing his hands.

As soon as the diagnosis and learning session ended, Xun Song hugged Mingzhang's arm: "Master, can we go out?" ”

Ming Zhang's "hmm" sound.

He put away the pen and paper and stethoscope, led him, Wen Qizhou and the others, and walked out of the gate of the other courtyard in a mighty way.

They wander around the base aimlessly.

Walking to the specially designed commercial street, they saw the lively scene of people, and they also came to take a closer look.

Outside the shops on the left and right, there are stalls with different materials, and the sound of shouting lingers throughout the street, and you can faintly hear people and stall owners haggling.

Chi Yue glanced at the barber shop on the left, and the moment she retracted her gaze, she caught a glimpse of an eye-catching red.

"Pray for the boat." She stared at the sugar gourd pole and scratched the back of Wen Qizhou's hand: "There are people selling sugar gourds over there." ”

"Do you want to eat?"

"A little." Sugar gourds weren't on their stocking list, and if she looked closely, she hadn't eaten them in years.

Wen Qizhou stepped forward to ask the price.

"20 in a string." The seller pulled out a string of sugar gourds inserted in the straw: "The hawthorn that has just been picked is fresh." ”

"Well, I want five strings."

"Do you want to put it up?"

"No." After he finished swiping the score card, he first took a string to Chi Yue, and then handed the rest to Ming Zhang and let them divide it.

Chi Yue took a bite of hawthorn.

The mixed taste of sweet and sour filled her mouth, she squinted her eyes, fed Wen Qizhou to eat one, and then walked forward slowly.

As they walked back to the end of the street, they noticed that the number of people was gradually increasing, and the street, which was not very wide, became crowded, and the various sounds mixed together became more and more noisy.

"Thief, catch thief!" One of the ladies in the crowd stood on tiptoe, pointed to the man in black, and said to the people around her: "I saw him steal your things!" ”

"Ah, my bracelet is gone!"

"......" found the person who lost something, probed to find the black clothes pointed by the eldest lady, squeezed out of the crowd and chased forward.

The black clothes were worried that they wouldn't be able to run away, so they simply muddied the water, and shouted at the top of their voices: "It's an earthquake, run!" ”

As soon as they heard the word "earthquake", the people in front of them couldn't distinguish the truth from the fake, and ran out like a frightened bird.

The whole street was in chaos in an instant.

Wen Qizhou, who was in the middle of the street, reacted quickly and put his arm around Chi Yue's waist and squeezed to the steps of the point shop on the right.

Ming Zhang's party also distanced themselves from the crowd of people who were running frantically forward in a short period of time to avoid being pushed by them.

They looked at the figures who were pouring into the street like a wave, and the bad emotions that had bred in their hearts suddenly occupied their minds at the moment when three or four people accidentally fell.

"It's over......" Xie Changxiao looked at the crowd and had a strong premonition that there would be a stampede.

Sure enough.

Screams filled my ears in the next second.

The person who fell could not get up, and was forced to bear the heavy force of a pair of feet on his body, screaming and struggling constantly, unintentionally tripping the person who straddled his shoulder.

They are like stacks of arhats, pressing on the bodies of others, and the sound of cries for help and crying stimulates everyone's brains, and the breath of despair can be felt from afar.

"Stop! Stop! "A patrol very close to the shopping street rushed over, anxiously telling the running people to stop.

Finding that they did not listen to the persuasion, the team leader raised his gun and pulled the trigger in the sky, and a gunshot rang out, and the people who were frightened by the earthquake and lost their minds were finally willing to listen to the leader's voice.

They stopped one after another, and according to the leader's instructions, they walked along the steps on the left and right sides, and walked in the direction of the street, and little by little they vacated the group of Arhats in the middle.

When they have enough space, the patrol walks to the area where the accident occurred, carefully lifting the person lying on top to give the person below them a chance to breathe, and checking their current physical condition.

However, the people below have been pressed for too long, and they have closed their eyes and are motionless, and the patrol team will not give up on them CPR, and the heart will not beat anymore.

The atmosphere quietly became oppressive.

Chi Yue retracted his gaze that fell on them, and was led out of the street full of death by Wen Qizhou.

They walked back in the direction of the square, not paying attention to the follow-up, but when they saw the recruitment information, Xie Changxiao and Ge Huai, who were about to apply for the position of patrol members, mentioned the death toll of the accident after returning from the interview.

"I've heard six dead." Xie Changxiao took a sip of cold water, and continued: "There are still three seriously injured ones in the rescue." ”

Wen Yaxian sighed: "It's too miserable. She thought of the thief who lied about the earthquake: "Did that thief catch it?" ”

"Caught."

"How?"

"I don't know yet." Ge Huai leaned lazily on the sofa: "But his fate will definitely not be much better." ”

The impact of stealing and then falsely claiming that there was an earthquake indirectly caused six people to be trampled to death, and the impact is so serious that the authorities will not take it lightly in any way.

But Wen Qizhou is more concerned about the job they applied for than the fate of the thief: "How is the patrol team treated?" ”