The rescuers tied up the concrete blocks again and lifted them with a crane. As for how the second block had appeared, no one cared at all. The scene was so chaotic that heaven knew where it had come from. As long as no one was hurt, that was all that mattered.
At last, they got hold of Jiang Hao. With many hands pitching in, they pulled him out of the gap, laid him on a stretcher, and carried him away.
They brought him over to an ambulance, where a doctor gave Jiang Hao a thorough examination and found only a few minor scrapes. Otherwise, he was completely fine. Even the doctor was surprised. "You were buried in the rubble and somehow weren't injured. You're really lucky."
"Yeah, really lucky," Jiang Hao replied.
Lucky? Who the hell knew.
His face was covered in dust, and his hair was full of it. No one could make out what he really looked like, and no one knew he was the sole survivor of yesterday's plane crash.
"Buddy, you can rest over there for now. We still have other people to rescue. The ambulances are taking other patients to the hospital right now. Once they return, we'll send you over for a more detailed examination," the doctor said.
"Okay." Jiang Hao stepped aside as he spoke.
There were not many people here. He secretly took a bottle of water from his storage space, gulped down some, and vigorously rinsed his mouth. He had swallowed plenty of dust down there just now.
"Pfft!"
After spitting out several mouthfuls of sandy water, Jiang Hao finally felt a little better.
He looked around. What had once been the bustling Kansas City business district was now a complete wreck. Natural gas was still burning, shooting up huge