novelsite Chapter 543 Memorial Service
Chapter 543 Memorial Service
Chapter 543 Memorial Service
In the room filled with a faint smell of disinfectant, soft light shines in every corner.
Anne sat quietly on a chair by the window, her eyes somewhat lonely. She looked at Lydia who was packing up, and finally couldn't help but whispered, "Are you going back?"
Lydia paused for a moment, and the document in her hand shook slightly. She slowly raised her head, with a hint of fatigue on her face, and responded softly:
"Yeah, that's right, after all, that kind of thing happened......"
Her voice was full of emotion, and her thoughts were suddenly drawn back to that terrible disaster.
The aircraft explosion was like a sudden nightmare that instantly shattered the original tranquility.
The huge explosion sounded still in my ears, the wreckage of the aircraft was scattered everywhere, and the raging fire illuminated half the sky red.
Countless people were injured in the disaster, and cries of pain filled the entire scene.
Although it has been a while since the incident, after the efforts of all parties, everything has been settled. Those who were responsible for the accident have received due punishment, and the sword of justice of the law has given some comfort to the victims and their families.
However, the grief and remembrance of those who died in the accident have not dissipated in people's hearts.
I don't know when it started, but everyone suddenly and spontaneously wanted to hold a memorial service for the victims to commemorate their lives and express endless grief.
This idea quickly gained the response of everyone and was also recognized by the government. The government actively organized the memorial service, hoping that through this memorial service, people would find a little comfort in their grief and the deceased could rest in peace.
As the main doctor treating the wounded at that time, Lydia worked tirelessly in that disaster.
After the accident, she and he worked with all the doctors and nurses they could muster to develop a plan, arrange rescue operations, and save lives.
It can be said that if Lydia had not been there, the death toll would have at least doubled.
Now, she naturally had to attend such an important memorial service. She felt that this was not only a respect for the deceased, but also an explanation for her difficult rescue time.
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"I hope those souls can rest in peace..." Anne murmured to herself, her voice low and full of compassion.
She looked into the distance with a somewhat empty look in her eyes, as if through the nothingness, she saw the floating souls of those who disappeared in the disaster.
At this moment, she was holding Hawklin tightly in her arms. The little guy was sleeping soundly in her warm arms, his pink little face was rosy, and he smacked his lips from time to time, making slight sounds in his sleep.
Anne stroked Hawklin's hair gently, but her thoughts had already drifted away.
As a mother, her heart is like the softest sponge, and every drop of news about the loss of life makes her heart tremble.
She seemed to be able to see the parents who had lost their children. After the disaster, they were guarding the things their children had used, tears flowing uncontrollably.
What a despair and pain it was, like a sharp knife, cutting into their hearts again and again.
They may sit alone in their child's room in the dead of night, recalling their child's voice, smile and appearance, with every detail playing in their minds like a movie, but they can never touch that warm little body again.
In this sudden disaster, the city seemed to be crushed by an invisible giant hand. The once prosperous and bustling streets became a mess. From time to time, some brown bloodstains and remaining clothes could be seen in the ruins, which were all traces of the existence of lively life.
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And if possible, Anne would also like to go there to offer a bouquet of flowers to the deceased, but unfortunately her current body is not strong enough to support her to go to such a place.
"I'll pray for those poor souls."
Although Anne and Lydia both knew that such words were useless, what else could Anne do...
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Lydia might never have imagined that she, who had already worn the snow-white doctor's gown, would one day wear black mourning clothes and pray for those who had passed away.
Lydia was wearing a black dress and a black veil on her head. As she walked towards the memorial service step by step, people who were also heading to the memorial service stopped and made way for Lydia.
The path that people made way for extended all the way to the podium of the memorial service. Everyone probably hoped that Li Ya could go on stage and give a short speech.
Of course, Lydia wanted to do this too.
After Lydia stood on the podium, even the government officials who were giving speeches made way for her.
Because no one is more suitable for this position than Lydia.
But Lydia, standing on the podium, was unusually silent. What should she say...what should she say?
The horror of disasters? The preciousness of life?
It all seems to be here, pale and powerless,
Finally, after much consideration, Lydia decided to speak her true feelings————
“I can understand the sadness of everyone present… because I was right there at the rescue site, and I personally felt the powerlessness of seeing life slip away in my hands.
I'm a doctor, I'm supposed to...save lives and heal the wounded, but at that moment, I felt so helpless.
Everyone thought I was very brave and calm, but in fact I was the most fearful person in that rescue operation... I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to handle it well, and I was afraid that I would make a wrong decision and lead to more casualties.
But I also know that everyone present at the time was terrified, whether they were doctors, nurses, the wounded, or the volunteers on the scene.
I can't be scared by this, I have to be strong because everyone is waiting for my command.
And now, everyone present here is the same as me. I know that the death of your relatives, friends, and lovers has left you devastated... Just like me at the beginning, I felt scared and panicked, not knowing what I should do...
I, I don't know what I can say. I'm not a good speaker, and I can't say anything inspiring...
I, I can only tell you to hold on, because you are surrounded by your family, friends... people who are in the same pain as you are."
When Lydia finished speaking with tears in her eyes, there was no sound.
But think about it, this is not a podium, this is a memorial service, and the absence of applause is the best compliment to this speech.
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If Lydia really started to recall the nightmare rescue operation, would she be afraid? The answer is beyond doubt, of course she was afraid.
The rescue operation was like a dark and sticky fog, always shrouding her mind.
Every time she tried to get a little closer to that memory, it was as if she was stepping into an abyss full of unknown fear.
Now, whenever she thought about it, her hands would tremble uncontrollably, like uncontrollable strings, and every vibration revealed the panic deep in her heart.
Her hands, which had been as steady as a rock and as precise as a rock on the operating table, now seemed like two leaves swaying in the wind.
The fingers bent slightly uncontrollably, the joints turned white due to excessive force, and the blue veins on the back of the hands also bulged.
The trembling started from the fingertips, and quickly spread to the entire palm like an electric current, then to the wrist, and finally caused the entire arm to tremble slightly.
Every tremor seemed to remind her of those thrilling, life-and-death moments in the rescue operation.
So how did she make calm and correct decisions one after another?
It's like an unsolvable puzzle.
At the rescue scene that was like a battlefield, there were sounds of painful groans from the wounded, sharp alarms from instruments, and nervous shouts from medical staff.
The smell of blood filled the air, and feelings of despair and fear hung over everyone like a dark cloud.
But she was able to make calm and correct decisions one after another in such a chaotic environment, as if she had an indestructible fortress in her heart that could withstand all external interference and fear.
In fact, in the final analysis, she herself didn't know. That period was like a vague dream, and her consciousness seemed to be floating outside her body.
She didn't even know what she was thinking at the time, she only remembered that there was chaos and noise all around her.
Her brain was like a high-speed but out-of-control machine. All kinds of information and judgments flashed through her mind rapidly, and she could only react instinctively.
She just told herself over and over again that she must not be afraid or scared. In her heart, every life was like a weak but extremely precious light, and she was the one who protected the light.
She must save more lives. This is her mission as a medical worker and also her deepest belief.
Every time when the feeling of fear surged towards her like a tide, she would silently repeat this sentence in her heart, as if injecting herself with a shot of cardiotonic.
As she looked at the wounded who were struggling on the brink of life and death and their eyes longing for survival, a sense of responsibility and mission arose in her heart, allowing her to temporarily forget her fear.
She kept encouraging herself, telling herself that she must be strong and use her professional knowledge and skills to snatch more lives back from the hands of death.
Even though her hands were shaking with nervousness and her heart was filled with fear, she never retreated.
because......
She is a doctor.
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Finally, Lydia returned to her clinic silently, closed the door, and wanted to be alone for a while.
Logically speaking, there should still be some patients in the clinic.
But before that, because of Lydia's outstanding performance in the rescue operation, the government approved the funding project she proposed to the government.
Her clinic needs to be expanded, so naturally all the patients in it need to be transferred.
Because the dust and smell during the expansion were not conducive to the patients' recovery, they were transferred to other hospitals.
But of course, they were all recommended and nominated by Lydia, and the abilities of those doctors were naturally recognized by Lydia, so the patients did not have many complaints.
However, Lydia was a little uncomfortable with the once bustling clinic becoming so deserted.
As a doctor who saves lives and heals the wounded, he should have been accustomed to seeing life and death in his long career.
After all, the hospital wards and operating rooms are like the boundary between life and death, where the disappearance and continuation of life are played out every day.
However, Lydia really couldn't help it. Those heart-wrenching scenes were like sharp knives, piercing her already soft heart again and again.
After that heartbreaking accident, the memorial service was like a sea of sorrow.
The voices of those who wailed and cried out the names of their family members at the memorial service seemed like desperate cries from the depths of their souls, echoing for a long time in the empty memorial hall.
There was a wife who had lost her husband. She was dressed in black mourning clothes and seemed to have lost all her strength in an instant.
Her eyes were empty and desperate. She stared straight at her husband's portrait in front of her and kept murmuring her husband's name.
Those calls were filled with endless attachment and reluctance.
Suddenly, her legs went weak and she was about to collapse to the ground. Her relatives and friends rushed forward to support her.
But even so, she couldn't suppress her inner grief. She cried until she almost fainted, her body kept twitching, and her tears poured down like a flood.
Her crying was like an invisible hand, tightly grasping everyone's heart.
There was a father who had lost his child.
His originally upright body was now hunched like a bow bent by the years, and his face was full of haggardness and sadness.
His eyes no longer had the brilliance they once had, only endless emptiness and self-blame. He wanted to stand firmly, but his legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and every step he took was extremely difficult.
In the end, he had to rely on two people to support him from the side before he could barely stand.
His lips trembled slightly, but he could not utter a word. Only the tears that rolled down his face silently told of the pain in his heart.
And there were more people kneeling on the ground helplessly, their cries intertwined, forming a heartbreaking song of sorrow.
Some of them grasped the ground tightly with their hands, as if trying to catch the last breath of their deceased loved ones; others buried their heads deeply in their arms, their bodies shaking constantly, as if the whole world had collapsed.
In that accident, they lost their most important family member, the most precious existence in their lives, but now he has left them forever.
This sudden blow made their world dark and gloomy in an instant, leaving only endless sadness and despair.
Lydia stood beside the crowd, watching these heartbreaking scenes, and her eyes became wet.
She remembered the oath she made when she became a doctor, to do her best to save every life.
However, in the face of this accident, she felt so powerless and insignificant.
Reality is so cruel, and she can only watch these heartbroken people silently, her heart filled with helplessness and sadness.
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