Shen Tu Ai Xi was woken up by the biting cold wind.
He opened his eyes suddenly, and what he saw was not the white ceiling of the hospital, but the low thatched roof covered with yellow mud. There was a hole in the roof, and the gray sky could be seen. There was a smell that was a mixture of musty, hay and some kind of livestock manure lingering on the tip of his nose. It was completely different from the smell of disinfectant water and diesel in the dispatch center of "Main Line Express" that he was familiar with.
"Hiss—" He tried to push himself up to sit up, but found a sharp pain in his right leg. When he lowered his head, he saw that the leg of the burlap pants was torn, and there were several black strips of cloth wrapped around the exposed skin. The wound under the cloth strip was still oozing blood, and the surrounding area was swollen.
"Where is this?" Shentu Aixi's mind was in confusion. He remembered that he had received an urgent order yesterday to transport a batch of medical equipment from Sichuan to Gansu and take National Highway 212 to the disaster area before dawn. When passing Qingni Ridge, there was a sudden rumble on the mountain. He saw the black mountain sliding down in the rearview mirror, and subconsciously turned the steering wheel. As a result, the truck rushed out of the guardrail and rolled down a canyon dozens of meters deep...
