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My Extraordinary Wife

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Chapter 894 Help The Kid

The storm continued raging mercilessly, and the violent wind blew the rain in all directions.

Ashlyn continued toward the hardest-hit area. They were now in the area where the earthquake had started. As the

ferocious storm raged fiercely on, the water upstream could come crashing down on them anytime. It was

extremely dangerous.

Many of the villagers had been evacuated, but there were still many others who remained stranded here, buried

under the ruins or the rocks.

The upper half of the mountain had caved in, and rocks kept tumbling down and piling up.

Ashlyn was leading a team, and Lucas was doing the same.

The sky was darkening visibly, but the storm showed no signs of ceasing.

Ashlyn was wearing a raincoat, but the rain was simply too heavy. She was drenched in no time, looking as if she

had just come out of a pool.

The mountain trail was a difficult hike even on normal days. Needless to say, after the earth had just collapsed, the

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path only became even more challenging to traverse.

Lifting her head, Ashlyn narrowed her eyes and gazed into the distance through the torrential downpour.

Although she and her team had been on this path for a long time, they were still a distance away from the hardest-

hit area ahead.

The cold was piercing to the bone, but she gritted her teeth and trudged on.

The original trail had long since been destroyed by the quake, and Ashlyn's delicate hands had been worn bloody

from pushing away the rocks that lay in their path.

Despite that, she did not halt her footsteps.

Cassandra, Luigi, and the rest followed behind her, struggling as they climbed upward.

“Have those from the Imperial Hotel arrived?” asked Ashlyn as she plowed on.

Cassandra shook her head. “There's no signal here. I'm not sure, but they should be there.”

“I hope so,” said Ashlyn as she gazed at the darkening sky. Her phone had long since run out of battery.

Yet, the journey ahead did not seem to have an end.

Along the way, they saw the bodies of the villagers scattered everywhere and soaked with rainwater, and they

checked the breathing of each of the bodies they came across.

It was great news as long as the victims were still breathing. However, if they were not, then the members of the

rescue team would feel pain stabbing through their hearts again.

Ashlyn could not help feeling as if she was walking on a path toward hell, one that had no end and was utterly

devoid of hope.

“Mommy... Mommy...”

Suddenly, a child's pitiful shrills sounded through the rain.

“Come on! Quickly! There's a child there!” Ashlyn shouted at the team behind her. “We need to help the kid!”

Everyone instantly perked up and stumbled toward the source of the voice.

Soon, they caught sight of a boy who was around ten years old. He had fallen under a tree and was straining to

drag the body of a young woman downhill.

The knuckles on his hands had turned white from the strength he was exerting, and his wet hair and clothes were

clinging to his drenched body.

Nevertheless, he still did not abandon his mother.

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Ashlyn hurried toward him and almost tripped on the slippery surface in her haste.

Fortunately, Cassandra, who was behind her, caught her just in time. “Careful, Boss!”

Ashlyn nodded and then went up to the boy with Cassandra. “Little boy, we're from the rescue team. Why don't you

let us take care of your mother?”

When the boy saw Ashlyn, tears gushed even more fiercely from his eyes. “Please save my mommy! I beg you!”

Squatting down, Ashlyn reached out to check the woman's breathing. As soon as she detected the woman's faint

breath, she took the first-aid kit from Luigi's hands.

To avoid the contents of the kit from getting wet, Luigi had carefully shielded the kit from the rain in his arms, and

the cover of the kit still held a trace of his body's warmth.

With swift movements, Ashlyn took out the infrared thermometer. “Thirty-nine degrees Celsius! Somebody, send

this mother and her son down!” As she spoke, she quickly fed a fever reducer into the woman's mouth. “Send them

down at once! There's no time to lose!” Then she looked at the boy. “What a big, brave boy you are! You must

follow these men closely, okay?”

The boy immediately nodded. He had only relaxed after he saw Ashlyn and the others.

One of Ashlyn's subordinates came and piggybacked the young woman, turning around and heading downhill. The

boy instantly followed behind.