The next morning.
There were only a few hours left until the earthquake!
Dong Xuebin had not slept all night and was already mentally exhausted, but he still held on.
He remained on-site, directing the evacuation of residents alongside the Street Office leaders.
"Everyone, follow me! Get to the shelters!"
"Don't panic! Nobody panic! Line up!"
"Guangming Garden is full! Go to West Street Square!"
"This way! Hey! Help that elderly man! Xiao Liu! Go carry him!"
"Don't bring heavy things or appliances! Get the people out first!"
"Is anyone still left in the complex? Go check! Search door to door! We absolutely cannot leave anyone behind!"
"Anyone!"
Outside an old residential complex built in the seventies, Dong Xuebin led more than a dozen Street Office and community staff members in evacuating the residents.
He had seen this complex in the newspaper. After the earthquake, it had become nothing but ruins.
Buildings from that era clearly could not withstand the tremors of a magnitude-seven or -eight quake, so Dong Xuebin naturally would not allow a single person to remain here. He had brought people over early to direct the evacuation.
Several hundred residents had all been relocated to the various temporary shelters established at dawn.
In the blink of an eye, the complex had become completely empty.
"Director, everyone's gone."
"No one was missed?"
"No. We checked everywhere."
"Good. On to the next place! Hurry!"
Most of the homes and buildings within Guangming Street had held up through the earthquake.
At the very least, they had not completely collapsed. There were only a dozen or so places like this—residential complexes or buildings that had suffered severe damage after the quake.
So all Dong Xuebin needed to do now was move everyone out of those places.
That would prevent most of