"Xiao Mao, come here."
"Ah?"
"Hold on to him, that's right, feed him some glucose."
"Yes!"
The main reason for switching places was that Xiao Mao had undergone surgery just six months ago.
After the team member arrived, Jiang Ye took over his position.
Everything was ready:
"One... two..."
Everyone instantly tensed up, almost just waiting for the critical moment to arrive.
"Three..."
Six people exerted their strength at the same time, all loudly grunting.
This four or five hundred pound slab was not ordinarily heavy; everyone's faces, foreheads, and arms were bulging with veins, and they still had to maintain the effort, bit by bit, to move the slab to the side.
Otherwise, the person inside could not be rescued, the gap was too small, not even a fist could fit through.
"Hold on, slowly shift it to the side."
"Yes!"
Each one was gritting their teeth, their expressions fierce.
Finally, the slab was successfully moved aside and thrown not far away.
