Reborn As Super Heiress-Chapter 1797 - 1700: Worthy of Trust

However, everyone craned their necks and waited for a while, but did not see Huo Sining return. This time, several of the medical personnel started to have doubts, and a few couldn’t hold back their cynical laughter: 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Is she really Professor Nie’s pupil? Might she be pretending to be, deceiving people? The moment she mentioned going, she ran off quicker than a rabbit. She better not sully Professor Nie Dechang’s reputation!"

"It’s been several minutes already and she hasn’t returned. I think we shouldn’t wait any longer. Let’s hurry and go, otherwise we’ll miss the main convoy!"

"Old Fang, you must have been tricked. The dam over there is about to burst. Do you think anyone would take the risk to go with us? These people are hiding behind their prestigious mentor, acting all high and mighty, probably just bluffing you with a few words, only for you to believe it!"

The group of medical personnel were speaking more and more harshly, but Fang Zhiming remained silent, his gaze fixed on the direction where Huo Sining had disappeared.

Fang Zhiming, at over forty years old, considered himself to have a good eye for judging people.

The woman’s eyes were clear and straightforward, she didn’t seem to be the type full of devious thoughts. Besides, judging by the incident with Xiao Yang yesterday, if she was truly one to avoid trouble and responsibility, she definitely wouldn’t have stood up for a few strangers.

After all, in Xiao Yang’s situation yesterday, even he was uncertain. Normal people would likely stay clear, but that woman took the issue upon herself, and when Xiao Yang was revived, she didn’t seek credit and just sneaked away quietly.

Her words and actions made Fang Zhiming feel that this woman was trustworthy and wouldn’t desert the team at a crucial moment.

The driver was about to start the engine, ready to set off, when suddenly someone slender ran out from the darkness. Who else could it be but the woman from before?

"She’s here!"

Fang Zhiming’s eyes lit up, and a smile unconsciously formed on his lips.

The other medical personnel also turned their gaze towards the woman wearing protective gear and a helmet.

Although they couldn’t clearly see her face, they could hear her panting voice: "Sorry to keep you waiting."

Huo Sining, while gasping for breath, climbed onto the vehicle. She carried a large backpack on her back and several plastic bags in her hands. Once she was on board, she didn’t even take a seat before she started taking things out of the bags.

"I’ve brought some things, warm packs, and food. I just heard from an officer that you’re busy saving lives and haven’t had a chance to eat. I don’t have much food left here, but it’s enough to fill our stomachs. Let’s all share a little. Without a full stomach, there’s no strength to save lives."

Huo Sining smiled as she handed out the bread and milk from her bags to the medical personnel on the vehicle, not forgetting to distribute several warm packs as well.

"In this cold winter, you all must ensure your own health, too. The warm packs I managed to get — sticking them on your body will at least keep you warm. Now, all those disaster victims are waiting for us to save them. We can’t afford to collapse like this!"

As soon as Huo Sining distributed the items, the medical personnel who had criticized her earlier suddenly felt uneasy, especially under Fang Zhiming’s smirking gaze. Those medical personnel felt guilty and awkward, as if they’d been slapped in the face, their cheeks flushing red with a burning pain.

Huo Sining, however, didn’t think much about it. She genuinely felt admiration and deep respect for these medical personnel.

Since arriving in Meishan, these people had been tirelessly rescuing people, neglecting eating and sleeping. In comparison, her level was much lower. Her Storage Space regularly stocked with food and supplies, although not much, but she certainly wouldn’t hold back under such circumstances.

The vehicle quickly started up, with everyone on board quietly eating the food Huo Sining brought, using the warm packs, and gradually their faces relaxed.

In November in Meishan, the temperature had dropped to six or seven degrees Celsius. Especially in the early hours of the morning, with heavy dew and low temperatures, these medical personnel had been working non-stop for over ten hours, without a drop of water or a grain of rice, hungry to the point where their ribs touched. They were drenched in sweat with no clothes to change into, and the cold wind outside made them stiff with cold.

Yet in such circumstances, they couldn’t complain or call it quits. Beneath the rubble, countless people awaited rescue. Compared to those victims, their own situation was much better.

Few people realized they were also human, with flesh and blood, needing food, water, and rest.

But Huo Sining realized, not only did she speak up, she brought food, and even thoughtfully provided them with warm packs.

Warm packs are not particularly conspicuous under normal circumstances, often overlooked, but in this situation, the medical personnel on the vehicle lit up with hunger when they saw them.

Every medical personnel who received a warm pack eagerly tore open the packaging, hurriedly using them — they had no choice, it was too cold. Many medical personnel’s faces were frozen blue, their shoes sticky and wet. The supplies brought by the rescue team were scarce, barely enough for the disaster victims, let alone providing luxurious items like warm packs for the medical personnel.

What Huo Sining brought made everyone feel warm, and instantly, the atmosphere in the medical team’s vehicle shifted from silence to relaxation, with sighs and contented moans filling the air. The previously cold and silent compartment gradually started to hear jokes and laughter, easing the tension significantly.

With food filling their stomachs, during the one-hour journey from Meishan to West City, everyone took advantage of the opportunity to catch an hour of sleep. By the time they reached Xicheng District, every face was refreshed, and everyone jumped off the vehicle, ready to dive into the battle of rescuing the wounded.

Fang Zhiming glanced at the slender woman beside him, and with a laugh, asked, "I was busy sleeping just now, didn’t have time to ask, my last name’s Fang, what’s yours?"

Huo Sining was momentarily surprised, then smiled: "My last name’s Huo, good day Brother Fang."

Fang Zhiming’s eyes flashed with slight embarrassment: "Miss Huo, you’re Professor Nie’s pupil, how could I be worthy of you calling me Brother? If you’re okay with it, call me Brother Fang, let’s say I’m being presumptuous."

Huo Sining didn’t take it seriously, as she really wasn’t part of the medical circle, and didn’t place much importance on seniority. Seeing Fang Zhiming’s embarrassed expression, she chuckled: "Alright then, I’ll call you Brother Fang. No need to call me Miss Huo, it feels awkward, just call me Xiao Huo."