Fast Time Travel Novel Improver

Mrs. Weisha took Song Yaze into the tent, handed him a protective suit, motioned him to put it on, and went to the nurse's lounge.Song Yaze put on protective clothing and felt suffocated in the steamer-like tent, and the smell made it hard to breathe.

He frowned and breathed carefully. Looking around, he saw hospital beds arranged in disorder, with only a piece of cloth between the beds for cover.Anxious looking nurses shuttled back and forth in front of the hospital bed, very busy.There is only a curtain between the hospital bed area and the feeding area, and on the other side of the curtain are children with flat stomachs queuing up to get food.

Everything is in such chaos, disease and hunger, beating here like a heavy hammer, leaving no way for people to survive.

"I'm going to die...don't worry about me..." came the long but hoarse voice, which was shocking.

Song Yaze turned around and looked back, and saw a man with a swollen stomach lying on the bed, letting out a final sigh.His hair was messy and greasy, and had lost its vitality.

His heart ached again, reminding him that someone here was about to die.

The nurses around the bed were still instilling oxygen for the patient, pressing his chest, and fighting with the god of death for the last time.But he finally took a long breath, stretched out his curled toes feebly, and fell into an eternal stillness.The head nurse sighed, pulled out the oxygen tube, and put away the equipment.

"Death happens every day, my child." Mrs. Wei Sha's deep voice sounded, she changed her clothes and stood beside Song Yaze.

Her expensive dress has been removed, revealing a simple temperament.Like the other nurses, she wore light protective clothing, wiped off the lipstick on her lips, took off the rings on her fingers, and the cane disappeared. She looked like an ordinary middle-aged woman, only habitually raised slightly. His chin also showed a bit of nobility and official taste.

"What's wrong with him? Why is his stomach swollen like that?" Song Yaze watched in distress as the corpse was covered with a white cloth and carried down by several nurses.Soon, another patient with a sad face lay on the hospital bed and became the new owner of the bed.

"Excessive malnutrition will cause his stomach to swell. In addition, he suffered from falciparum malaria and was not treated in time." Mrs. Wei Sha sighed, showing pity.

As she spoke, she rolled up her cuffs and walked quickly to the new patient's bedside.

The new patient was a skeletal young woman, breathing feebly, with little strength in her body, still dying.She suffered from severe diarrhea and became incontinent. She even left a foul-smelling filth on the bed, which made people want to cover their noses.She herself knew the embarrassment, so she covered the stained place with a quilt.

This is a pitiful life that people don't want to get close to.

Mrs. Weisha lifted her quilt, and the woman was very miserable and looked very sorry.

"My child, if you cover it for a long time, you will get bedsores." Mrs. Weisha said softly, "I'll help you, you don't have to be shy."

She fetched paper towels and wet cloths, changed the sheets for her, and wiped them patiently without a trace of disgust on her face.She is always smiling, she has no awareness of being an official, and she has no air of being superior to others, but is as delicate and peaceful as a loving mother.Those who come into contact with her are always at ease and comforted.

Song Yaze stood outside the curtain, and it took a long time to see Mrs. Weisha holding the dirty sheet, lifting the curtain with her thin white fingers, and walking out calmly.She took the sheets to the sink beside her, poured some soap powder, and washed them with her bare hands.

She moves swiftly, as naturally as she is taking care of her own child.This kind of serenity and calm swept through Song Yaze's heart like a storm.He was very touched, and he also had a deep respect for Mrs. Weisha.

Kindness is always contagious. He walked to her side calmly, picked up a corner of the bed sheet, turned on the faucet, and washed it with her.

Mrs. Weisha turned her head and glanced at him, then laughed: "Are you going to wash the dirty sheets too?"

"A person of high status like you can put down his airs, so what am I?" Song Yaze replied.Seeing the filth, although he frowned, he still patiently grabbed the soap powder and rubbed it vigorously.He thought for a while, and then said: "You are the director, so there is no need to do these things."

Mrs. Weisha still smiled, and her low voice was a little vicissitudes: "I read a book that said that people will sympathize with the weak, but they only chase the winners; no matter what, they must fight for the weak. I am very inspired, Even if people don't understand me, or even say I have ulterior motives, I still do it."

Song Yaze was stunned, and the movements of his hands slowed down by half a beat. He turned his head and looked at her, and it took a long time before he said, "You look gentle, but you are actually very strong." He paused, "You threw away the ring and cane , there is no airs at all, it is difficult for ordinary people to do."

Mrs. Weisha rinsed off the residual foam on the sheets, and there was tenderness in the crow's feet: "If the poor want to accept me, I will become a poor person. They need food and medicine, but they also need respect and love."

Hearing this, Song Yaze felt warm in his heart. After a moment of silence, he slowly opened his mouth: "I thought I could see through everything after living for so many years. After listening to you say that today, I feel that I still have a lot I didn't understand..."

Mrs. Weisha just smiled and didn't make a sound.She wrung out the sheets, walked out of the tent with Song Yaze, hung the sheets on the bamboo poles, watched it blow up with the wind, and said peacefully: "I was in the lounge just now, and I sent an email to Caesar to tell him that you are still alive, Stay with me. But the network is not good now, so I guess he won’t be able to see it until later.”

"Yeah." Song Yaze nodded, "He must be having a hard time for a while..."

"Yes." Mrs. Wei Sha looked worried, she looked at Song Yaze with hope, "I hope the news that you are still alive will make him feel better."

Song Yaze finished the day in a busy day, his feet were moving all the time, and his sweat was flowing non-stop.He was a little tired and his legs were sore.It was night, he walked out of the tent, leaned against the boulder, and took a breath.

Perhaps because of the lack of vegetation, Nanluo has a large temperature difference between day and night.At night, the wind here is always cold and biting, without the heat of the day.But also thanks to the lack of factories, the night in Nanluo is the clearest, with no trace of clouds to be found.

Song Yaze raised his head and admired the diamonds in the sky, which were densely attached to the sky.Perhaps the greatest wealth of the people living in this place of misery is the peaceful and bright night sky.

There was a violent noise in the sky in the distance, rumbling, it was the sound of the rapid rotation of the machine blades, which made people's ears roar.Song Yaze followed the sound and saw a black spot floating in the night sky. The black spot became bigger and bigger and took the shape of a helicopter. It landed and stopped not far away. sand waves.

There were lights on the top of the helicopter, which made the surrounding ground white.The cabin door opened, and a figure darker than the night came down from the plane. He was wearing black boots, a black suit, and even black gloves, as if he wanted to blend into the night.

There were no electric lights outside the refugee camp, and the surroundings were pitch black. Song Yaze's eyes widened suddenly, staring at the bright spot, and his heart beat faster and faster.The lights of the helicopter were not strong, but he still recognized that it was Caesar, someone he hadn't seen for a long time.

Before he could remember how long ago, he saw Caesar in the same way, and saw him stepping off the helicopter in high spirits, with exaggerated arrogance in his eyes and demeanor, that was the first time they met.At that time, he never thought that so many changes would happen in the future, and he still dreamed of leisurely travel foolishly.

The scenes were surprisingly similar and overlapped, which made him feel unexplainable emotions.He just felt that he would never forget this moment.Maybe there is always such a moment in life, which is so rare; people will be moved by it, and then when recalling it, they will always smile or be sad, and sigh the ups and downs of life.

He stood up in a daze, his body stiffened as he watched the figure walking towards him step by step, his heart seemed to rise higher and higher.Finally, the man stood in front of him, and through the light from the tent, Song Yaze could see him clearly.

Caesar was dressed in black, except for a white band around his arm.His complexion has changed a lot, but his cheeks are abnormally puffy. He has gained a lot of weight. Fortunately, he is not bloated, but slightly fat.Despite the extra layer of fat, he was still handsome, and the proportions of his features were pleasing to the eye.He stood upright, also in a daze, with disbelief and excitement in his gray-blue eyes.

The two just looked at each other silently.Caesar's lips trembled more and more, and he was so shocked that he couldn't speak.It was clearly an atmosphere of reunion, but there was a quiet silence.

Song Yaze broke the silence, and said with a complicated expression: "...you have gained weight."

Caesar's mind went blank, tremors surged down his back, and he didn't even know to open his mouth to answer.Until now, he is like being in a dream, everything is so false.

He took a deep breath, clasped Song Yaze's shoulders, and hugged her into his arms.Trembling, he lowered his head and put it on Song Yaze's shoulder. His whole body was shaking violently due to uncontrollable excitement, his breathing became more and more rapid, and his heart was filled with sourness and excitement.With a hoarse voice, he stammered: "...this... is this true..."

Song Yaze chuckled and said gently, "Of course it's true. I'm not dead. I'm alive and well."

Caesar was still trembling uncontrollably. Perhaps when a person is extremely excited, the muscles of his body cannot be controlled by the mind.During this period of time, he experienced ups and downs, killed his father, thought his lover was dead, and met again.His heart had to wear an extra layer of armor and had more endurance than in the childish period before; but even so, when he reunited with Song Yaze, he was still so excited that he couldn't help himself.

"Caesar, my baby!" Madam Weisha's excited voice came from the tent. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were much wider than usual, shining brightly. "Oh! My child! Why are you so fat?"

Caesar let go of Song Yaze, raised his head in a daze, and saw his mother whom he hadn't seen for many years.Over the years, the mother and son have only communicated through emails and occasionally sent a photo. It has been a long time since they met face to face.

"It seems that the power of love is greater." Mrs. Weisha walked over and said half-jokingly: "I have always asked you to come to Nanluo to see me, but you have never heard of me. I just flew over when I saw the mail today. Really Hurry!"

"Mother..." Caesar subconsciously whispered with a dull expression.

"Come into the tent, it's too cold outside, I have prepared two beds for you." Mrs. Wei Sha pointed to the tent and said with a smile.

"No need, I brought a tent over here..." Caesar shook his head, glanced at Song Yaze beside him, and whispered nervously, "Just enough to sleep two people..."