นักเขียน: Su Zhishui เครื่องแปลภาษา
All of a sudden, everyone was crying out loudly. Even though they were enduring the immense pain in their bodies and hearts, they all revealed smiles.
At this moment, the arrival of Yan Jun was like a God descending from heaven to them, bringing them the hope to live, the hope to live on!
Those who had never experienced despair, how would they know the peace and joy that came from the moment hope appeared?
If it was anyone who came here to say something like this, they would not easily believe it.
But it was Yan Jun... ...
The Yan family's reputation in Rao city was well-known!
There were so many primary schools, hospitals, and charities. The Yan family had always kept their word and never let them down!
Yan Jun said that he would save them, so he would definitely save them!
Even with Yan Jun's cold personality, seeing such a scene, he could not help but feel sorrowful and bitter.
He was not a politician like Tan Zhuqing, and he could not say such official and somewhat mushy words. However, he saw the suffering of these people in his eyes and remembered it in his heart.
Taking a deep breath, he turned to look at his assistant and frowned. "immediately send a medical request letter in my name to Sanjiang, Chestnut City, Middle Eastern countries, and the coastal areas. Do Your best to save all the injured! "
"Yes! " The assistant immediately nodded and turned to get ready.
The refugees who were kneeling on the ground also heard Yan Jun's words. They were so excited that they burst into tears and kept kowtowing to him to thank him. "Thank you, chairman, thank you, chairman... "
However, it was only within their capabilities, but at this moment, it became an opportunity for these people to be grateful.
Yan Jun bent down slightly and patted the shoulder of the injured person who was closest to him. Then, he looked at the group of people in front of him and said, "everyone, take good care of your injuries. There will be someone to arrange the follow-up matters for you later. "
Just as he finished speaking, the injured person beside him handed over a small bag wrapped in white paper. "Chairman, this is for you. "
Hearing this, Yan Jun lowered his eyes.
It was a little boy who was about ten years old.
He was covered in blood, but his limbs were still intact. His mental state was also fine, and he did not suffer any obvious external injuries.
His arm was wrapped in a shirt of an unknown color, and a small paper bag lay in his dirty palm.
"My father gave this to me. He said that it contained hope. " The little boy's voice was young and tender, with an unnoticeable nasal voice.
"where's your father? " Yan Jun touched his head and asked.
"father is dead. " The little boy lowered his head and turned to look at the bombed hostel behind him. There was a big truck on top of it "When Daddy was running with me, a car flew over and daddy was pinned down. Mommy said he would never come out again... "
Just as the little boy finished speaking, a crippled woman crawled over from the side and hugged him, crying uncontrollably.
Before the woman could speak, the little boy comforted her, "Mommy, don't cry. This uncle is here to save us. If he comes, we won't die. "
"..."
Yan Jun did not intend to take the 'hope' in the little boy's hands, but after hearing his words, even the cold-faced Yama could not help but be moved.
However, at this time, Li Kun leaned over and whispered, "young master, there are still three disaster areas to go to. It's time to set off. "
Yan Jun nodded and wiped the little boy's dirty little face. He got up and was ready to leave. "Don't worry, you're safe. No one can hurt you anymore. "
Seeing that he was going to leave, the little boy freed himself from his mother. He quickly took two steps and placed the 'hope' in his hands. "Uncle, I wish you and your family peace. "