Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 341 As for whether you believe it or not
Upon discovering survivors, the two nearest firefighters rushed over and, ignoring the dirt and glass shards on the ground, began digging with their bare hands.

The previously somber atmosphere suddenly became lively. Everyone spread the news and gathered around the small hill, watching the two firefighters carry out the rescue with bated breath.

Chen Shu and the fire brigade instructor climbed up immediately, standing behind the two firefighters and looking over their shoulders to observe the situation inside.

This is a small gap, about seven or eight centimeters in diameter. Through the gap, you can see a little girl lying face down, with a stainless steel frame, a suitcase, and several corpses pressed against her chest.

Chen Shu stroked his chin and exclaimed, "What a lucky girl. In such a small space, the luggage rack, half a seat, and several corpses acting as a buffer were stacked together to create a space for this little girl to save her life."

The instructor, however, frowned, looking somewhat nervous. He stepped forward and patted the two firefighters on the back, signaling them to step back. He immediately crouched down, looking and touching everything, even reaching his hand into the gaps.

After a long while, he stood up again, his brows relaxing: "Xiao Qiang, go get some cushions. Hey! No need to go down the bridge, just go and take some from the nearby seats! Take a lot."

While waiting, the instructor explained the rescue plan for small spaces under such landslides to Chen Shu.

"Chen Da, look here, here, and here, it's in a fixed triangular shape. The structure is quite sturdy, but that's where the problem lies. Look, the child's leg is firmly pinned down."

During rescue operations, we can't just focus on pulling people out; we also need to be careful not to cause secondary injuries. Sometimes, a firefighter's momentary lapse in attention or carelessness can cause lifelong harm to a victim.

Chen Shu looked at the instructor in front of him, who was much younger than him, and was excitedly recounting the people he had rescued over the years.

His eyes gleamed, especially when he talked about some details that the parties involved were unaware of from beginning to end, but which he discovered and resolved during the rescue, and which turned out to be fatal.

The two squatted at the gap, discussing their next steps in rescuing the little girl while waiting for the necessary tools and materials.

About twenty minutes later, everything was ready. The fire instructor personally went down to the scene to carry out the rescue, with Chen Shu assisting from the side. The rest of the people kept their mouths close to their chests and their hands and feet clenched, not daring to make the slightest sound, for fear of affecting the rescue work.

The preparations took a long time because we had to ensure the little girl's safety while also preventing secondary injuries during the rescue.

After removing everything that was pressing on the little girl's chest, Chen Shu clearly saw that her chest was slightly bulging, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

The soft breathing sound sent another wave of excitement through the crowd.

Then the instructor used force to lift a luggage rack that was pressing on the girl's legs a little bit.

Chen Shu lay on the ground and first covered the girl's eyes with a towel. Then, within the limited space, he reached in as much as possible with his arms and hands, inserting them into the bottom of the support frame, and slowly moved the girl's legs outward.

When the little girl first touched the other person's leg, she couldn't help but let out a very soft "sigh".

Chen Shu was quite nervous, but tried to remain calm, reassuring him, "Don't be afraid, we're police officers and firefighters. We're here to rescue you. If it hurts, just shout. It's okay, everything's alright now."

The little girl nodded vaguely, but then didn't make a sound.

When Chen Shu, standing atop the wreckage, pulled the child out of the wreckage and embraced her, the SWAT team members and firefighters below spontaneously cheered in unison.

"do not give up!"

"do not give up!"

"Don't give up!" Several medical staff who had been waiting nearby squeezed past the men who were huddled together in excitement, carefully climbed up, took the little girl from Chen Shu, placed her on a stretcher, and hurriedly went down the bridge.

Thanks to the combined efforts of firefighters, special police, and medical personnel, a fragile yet resilient little life was brought back to life 20 hours after the accident.

The press conference was held next to the temporary command post.

Wang Ping, a spokesperson for the spacecraft department, bowed and apologized to a female reporter from a certain media outlet who survived from spacecraft 333.

Dozens of cameras formed a semi-circle around the front desk, aimed at Wang Ping, who was bowing his head deeply, and the free flashes kept going off on set.

Ironically, of the more than one hundred people present, apart from Wang Ping who was bowing, no one else paid any attention to the survivor.

After a few minutes, the situation stabilized somewhat. Wang Ping returned to his seat, and the reporters also went back to their seats.

A young male reporter raised his hand and asked: "There are rumors that the spacecraft crew buried the bow to cover up evidence of the accident. Do you believe that burying the bow was simply to facilitate continued rescue efforts?"

Wang Ping replied, "First of all, I must emphasize that the soil on site is loose, there are ponds and mud pits, and the surrounding area is farmland. With an unstable roadbed, large machinery cannot enter the site to work because there is no foothold."

To save rescue time, burying the ship's bow wreckage on-site is faster than transporting sand and rocks by truck from outside. All of this is to ensure the power lines are repaired and restored as quickly as possible.

Wang Ping adjusted his glasses, and to gain the trust of the media reporters present, he added, "Whether you believe it or not, I believe it!"

"boom!"

Wang Ping's words immediately caused an uproar at the scene, with the excited reporters whispering and discussing among themselves.

Old Jin and his gang gloated in the corner.

"Xiao Ma's question about whether the other party believed him was really well-placed. It was worth it for the few of us to protect him so he could sit in the front row."

"What did that person say last?"

Whether you believe it or not, I believe it!

"Haha, he's digging his own grave! Just this one sentence is enough to get him roasted by netizens sooner or later!"

A seasoned journalist's ability to create conflict and flesh out a story is undeniable; after all, it's their livelihood. With meticulous preparation, they can easily manipulate inexperienced interviewees, inducing them to say things that even they themselves find shocking upon revisiting.

The situation on the scene was out of control, and Wang Ping never expected that his casual remark would have such a huge impact.

He had absolutely no experience in dealing with sudden events in this kind of public opinion environment.

At this moment, I could only sit dumbfounded at the front desk, feeling fearful and helpless.

(End of this chapter)