She was tricked into marriage for three years, then remarried a childless, tough guy and became preg

Shen Tang turned to look at her, not wanting to pay her any attention.

Yilan looked at Li Meihua and smiled, "Commander Huo likes her; it's obvious at a glance."

"You're not bad looking either, why do you have to interfere?" Yilan looked at Li Meihua and continued, "If Huo Xiuyuan didn't like anyone, any of us could pursue him, but it's so obvious now that they like each other, so let's not make a fool of ourselves."

"Which eye of yours saw that Huo Xiuyuan likes her?" Li Meihua frowned.

Shen Tang sighed, walked to Li Meihua's side, and lowered her voice to say:

"Captain Li, we're not here to fight over women. There are so many wounded, elderly, and children here who need our care. Let's talk about our own affairs later."

Li Meihua followed Shen Tang's gaze, pursed her lips, and said, "I'm going to eat."

Yilan looked at Shen Tang with more admiration in her eyes. She hooked her arm around Shen Tang's neck and said, "No wonder Commander Huo likes you."

After a simple meal, the members of the cultural troupe began participating in post-disaster resettlement work.

Disaster victims continued to arrive, and tents were being erected one after another. There were clearly not enough doctors and nurses, so the soldiers from the cultural troupe all joined in.

Zhao Wenjing was assigned to distribute supplies, while Zhou Nan assisted in registering information on the wounded. Shen Tang was assigned to the innermost area—the ward for the seriously wounded.

When Shen Tang entered the tent, a strong smell hit her, a mixture of dust, sweat, and disinfectant.

Several cots and straw mats were laid out on the ground. Some were slightly injured, some were seriously injured, some were elderly, some were children, and some were young men. Their arms or legs were bandaged, some were wrapped in gauze, and some were just temporarily wrapped with strips of cloth torn from their clothes.

By the third day of the rescue operation, no one had the energy to worry about who had a grudge against whom. Everyone was just doing whatever work came their way.

Shen Tang has already learned from the medical staff how to change dressings, bandage, and even perform simple first aid.

Before dawn, someone outside the tent shouted, "Another batch of wounded soldiers has arrived!"

Shen Tang sat up from the straw mat, put on her coat, and went outside.

Zhao Wenjing was already standing at the tent entrance, her hair sticking up in a mess, her eyes still sleepy, but her hands were already buttoning her coat. "Let's go," she said, taking a step outside.

People were being carried in one after another into the open space in front of the aid station. There weren't enough beds, so straw mats were laid on the ground, and some of the wounded could only lean against the corner of the wall.

Zhao Wenjing squatted down in front of an old man, kneeling on the ground, holding his arm with one hand and holding an enamel mug in the other, bringing the water cup to his lips.

The old man's lips were chapped, so he drank very slowly. Zhao Wenjing half-squatted there and fed him little by little, holding the cup steadily in her arms, until he finished the last drop of water. Then she whispered, "Want some more?"

The old man shook his head, and Zhao Wenjing stood up, rubbed her legs, and turned to look for the next person.

Zhou Nan helped the doctor by handing over gauze and changing the IV fluids.

She kept her head down, moved very quietly, and spoke softly, but her hand movements were already very skillful.

A young soldier had a long gash on his arm, the wound wrapped in a makeshift bandage, and blood was seeping out.

Zhou Nan squatted down with a basin of clean water, first cutting open the dirty gauze, then replacing it with cotton balls to wipe the surrounding area clean little by little.

The soldier frowned, gritted his teeth, and remained silent.

Zhou Nan looked up at him and said softly, "It'll be ready soon."

She applied the gauze with steady movements, and the soldier's brow slowly relaxed.

A boy, about half a year old, sat on a straw mat nearby, crying and clutching his injured leg.

After Zhou Nan finished packing the medicine, she rushed over, squatted down, took a biscuit out of her pocket, and handed it to him.

The boy took the cookie, tears still welling in his eyes. Zhou Nan gently comforted him, and the boy ate the cookie, stopping his tears. Zhou Nan then turned to attend to other things.

Li Meihua was sweating profusely from her busy work. She squatted there, head down, holding a pair of scissors in her hand.

A young boy sat in front of her, his ankles wrapped in dirty strips of cloth, the original color of which was no longer discernible.

The boy didn't cry, but he kept biting his lip and clenching his fists tightly.

Li Meihua bent down and unwrapped the bandage, discovering that the edges of the wound were inflamed, with pus seeping out and sticking a layer of gauze to it.

She slowed her movements, peeling the strips of cloth off her skin little by little and replacing them with clean dressings.

"It will hurt a little, just bear with it," Li Meihua gently comforted her.

The boy gritted his teeth, nodded, and said, "I'm not afraid."

Li Meihua carefully bandaged his wound.

Even Yang Xinyue got busy, carrying a pot of water as she moved between the tents.

"Do you need some water?" she asked in a low voice.

Shen Tang was bandaging the wounded when she saw her walking over and looked up at her.

Yang Xinyue's complexion was still not good, and she looked somewhat weak.

"If you can keep going, then rest more," Shen Tang said in a low voice.

Yang Xinyue pursed her lips. "I'm fine."

As they were talking, Zhao Wenjing helped carry in a wounded soldier. The soldier's leg was festering and had a distinct stench.

Yang Xinyue couldn't hold it in and quickly ran outside to vomit.

Zhao Wenjing glanced at her sideways, "She's just too picky."

"Let's say less," Shen Tang said in a low voice, "She's not feeling well."

Shen Tang frowned and glanced at Yang Xinyue at the door.

Hopefully she can hold on until she returns to her unit.

They were busy until the moon climbed halfway up the sky before they could finally catch their breath.

Shen Tang sat on the open ground outside, looking up at the moon in the sky.

"Let's sing for everyone!" Shen Tang shouted.

"Okay!" The male and female members of the performing arts troupe responded in unison.

Shen Tang stood in the middle of the open space, cleared her throat, and started by saying:

"A great river flows wide and deep—"

"The fragrance of rice blossoms wafts through the air on both banks of the river—"

Zhao Wenjing, who was standing next to her, joined in, and then everyone sang together.

The singing echoed between the tents, growing more and more synchronized with each song.

Some wounded soldiers peeked out of the tents, some hummed along, and some clapped their hands to keep the beat. There was no bitterness on their faces, but rather hope for a new life.

"Our hometown is in the fields of hope, and smoke rises from the newly built houses."

A stream flows beside a beautiful village, where fields of winter wheat and sorghum grow in abundance.

Ten miles of lotus ponds, ten miles of fruit fragrance.

Ai ke yo ho ya er yi er yo,

Sigh! We have lived in these fields for generations.

May she be rich and prosperous—”

Songs representing hope drifted through the night sky.

Shen Tang's eyes welled up slightly, and she looked up at the sky, holding back her tears.

Disasters are merciless, but people are compassionate. As long as everyone works together with one mind and one purpose, our homes can be rebuilt.

The sound of cars could be heard in the distance, and someone shouted, "The rescue team is back!"

Shen Tang immediately stood up and ran towards the car.