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Before he could say anything, Clark picked up the camera hanging around his neck, adjusted the focus, and pressed the shutter quickly at the busy train station down the hillside, and then continued to say to other foreign reporters behind him: "I I will defend my rights in my own way, and I will let the whole world know what happened here, oh my god, look at the victim on the hand, the wound has been infected."

As Clark was talking, he raised the camera again, and then he saw a wounded man with burns on the outer thigh in the lens, with a pity of emotion, and then clicked the shutter again.

Some other foreign reporters also followed suit. They either picked up cameras to take pictures or took notes to make notes. Anyway, these reporters are all the people who watch the excitement, not to mention the fact that the disaster area in Daxinganling is indeed It's a mess, such a good news break will naturally require a big book.

Only Marcelo and Merklein were very cautious and did not take any action, and soon appeared a little out of place. The nearest Canadian Quebec Daily reporter Breno, after writing a very provocative short sentence, found Marcel Luo and Merklein were strange, and couldn't help but curiously approached and asked, "Hey, gentlemen, you don't seem to be interested in the news here?"

"This one……"

"No, we just feel that the focus of the news is not the situation of the victims, but the relief process."

Marcelo was old and serious, hesitating to answer, but the young Merklein didn't have so many thoughts, and he directly spoke out their thoughts. Marcelo had to nod his head when he heard that he was the same as Merklein. Thoughts.

Breno listened, stunned for a moment and then sneered: "The process of disaster relief? Haha~~" Then he pointed to the shabby tents under the mountain and the wounded who could only get a simple dressing, even basic drinking water and food. Unsecured temporary resettlement sites, not without sarcasm, said: "Are you talking about this kind of disaster relief process? In my opinion, it is the limit that this level can be reached here. I dare to assert that with the current medical conditions, it cannot be used. How long will it take for the wounded here to become infected with their wounds, and then a plague will break out, and then many people will die, but now is just the beginning."

"You haven't seen the Chinese people's ability to move and organize. I have seen them in the southern part of Tibet. They are efficient, fast, and meticulous. On the other hand, New Delhi is a mess." Merklein shook his head and retorted. Tao.

"The erosion of New Delhi is because their entire northern region has been affected by the disaster, while China has only one or two counties. Of course they can be efficient. But now Daxinganling spans two provinces. How about? A few days have passed, even Basic treatment for the wounded cannot be carried out."

As soon as Merklein’s voice fell and Breno was about to speak, Clark’s indisputable voice came from behind him: "So the government here is essentially the same as the New Delhi official. They are both pre-modern countries and backward and ignorant. Therefore, Mr. Merklein, if you really sympathize with them, you can report the real situation here. The Western world is just and kind, and they will generously support the victims here."

"But..." Merklein wanted to say something, but before he could speak, Clark pointed to the newly turned wounded below: "It is true. I only record what I see with my eyes. There is no hospital, not even medical staff. They are so pitiful, there is no drinking water or food, wake up Mr. Merklein, the pen in our hand is not only the tears of sympathizers, but also a whip to denounce injustice."

When Clarke said that, even though there were all kinds of words, Merklein didn't know what to say, because the railway station at the foot of the mountain was indeed the same as Clarke said. It was very bad, which made Merklein want to say something fair. It's hard.

So he took a sullen breath, turned his head to look down the mountain, then his eyes narrowed and opened wide, and then asked Mr. Marcelo on the side: "Look, what is that?"

"This..." Marcelo looked at the direction of Merklein's fingers, frowned, then raised the binoculars and looked carefully, shook his head: "It's not clear yet."

The unusual behavior of the two also aroused the curiosity of Clark and the others. They looked down the mountain and saw a train slowly approaching the platform, which was different from the past green passenger train or gray-black freight train. Several white cargo containers the size of containers are stacked on several carriages.

Clark held up his binoculars and looked at it for a long time but didn't understand what it was, so he frowned and said uncertainly, "Is it food?"

"It could also be clothes and tents!" Breno added, and immediately picked up the camera: "But no matter what it is, looking at the fine workmanship of the container, it will never be for the victims and the wounded at the bottom. As far as I know, Daxinganling Timber is the backbone of the economy in this place. This time they suffered a great loss from the fire, so several high-level officials came over and tried to resume production as soon as possible to ensure that their economy would not go backwards."

Although Breno didn’t say it clearly, the reporters around were clever, and I couldn’t hear what Breno meant. The hot topics of privileges, disregarding the lives and lives of the victims, and disregarding the lives of the people for economic development began to talk about the hot topics of the reporters. Began to brew in his mind.

Clark smiled and nodded: "Well~ the possibility is very high." Then he picked up the camera and prepared to capture a few more photos of the world's best news. There are pictures and the truth, so you can enjoy it by spraying it.

However, before Clark could press the shutter ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, he saw a crane used to lift timber in the station, lifting a container from the train, and then placing it to a designated place under the command of the staff. Then a few workers went up to move a few snap rings, and something the size of a standard container turned into a house with a large area in an instant.

Immediately, the big red cross sign representing the medical institution was reflected in the lens of Clark's camera. Clark put down the camera in his hand as if he was stung by a bee, and opened his mouth unbelievably: "That...that... That turned out to be a hospital?"

As if to confirm Clark's words, with the smooth lifting of the containers, the prototype of a temporary hospital soon appeared in front of everyone.

Clark and the others were dumbfounded. They had seen the field hospital and the temporary tent hospital. But this is the first time to see this kind of hospital that is quickly formed by using containers. Can the hospital be like this?

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"I don't know much about other hospitals, but we can do the same in square cabin hospitals where we strive for excellence."

In the railway station down the hillside, Wang Heping, general manager of the Excellence Medical Company under the Ascendas Aviation Manufacturing Corporation, told several domestic media reporters with a tired smile on his face.