The group of medical professionals, were wide-eyed, silent, and trembling with exhaustion nodded as they were led away.
Even the strongest among them moved with the tentative steps of people just emerging from a nightmare.
For them, the hotel might as well have been a second chance at life.
Qingran watched them go until their figures disappeared into the elevators, then finally exhaled, the tension bleeding from her shoulders.
59. That was the new number. These were the number of people that had rescued so far. She would stop at 60, after that she wasn't saving anymore.
She'd only meant to take 47. It had crept up without her realizing, one more here, another there. But in the moment, it was always the same: one more was a life she couldn't just ignore.
She turned, stepping away from the lobby's polished floor and heading to the command room they'd set up in one of the hotel's former conference spaces.
