Flash Marriage To The Dangerous Billionaire - Chapter 35: Chapter 35
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Peterson looked utterly confused.
"Stay out of this," Nelson said curtly, striding straight in the direction Hallie had gone.
"Wait up!" When Peterson failed to stop Nelson, he took a deep breath and trailed after him.
Hallie strained to move the rubble piled on the ground. Exhausted as she was, the thought of survivors trapped below kept her going.
She'd barely had time to sleep in days. With roads still blocked, even food was scarce.
Every rescuer was bone-weary. Hallie's temples pulsed with hunger and exhaustion, her fingers so limp that moving a watermelon-sized boulder felt like a Herculean task.
Suddenly, a firm hand reached down and lifted the stone with effortless ease.
She trailed the arm upward to meet Nelson's cold countenance, her gaze holding steady as she stared back unflinchingly.
Hallie's lips twitched with helplessness. "Nelson," she said wearily, "can you wait? I really don't have time."
Nelson frowned slightly, eyeing her up and down. He hoisted another stone. "Maybe use the time you'd waste talking to help. How about it?" he said dryly.
Hallie's mind was too fogged by exhaustion to process his words at first. It wasn't until she saw him lift a third stone that she realized what he was doing.
"Are you here to help?" Hallie's tone was laced with incredulity, a mix of astonishment and perplexity.
After all, Nelson was a pampered noble gentleman who had never lifted a finger for manual labor.
The harsh environment here—muddy pits everywhere, people with broken limbs, bodies crushed under rubble—was enough to overwhelm an ordinary person, yet Nelson had actually come to aid in the rescue?
Nelson shot her a cold glance upon hearing her words. "Are you looking down on me?"
It wasn't that Hallie doubted Nelson's ability to do the work. As a doctor, she was concerned that the horrific scenes might leave psychological scars on him.
Corpses, entrails, brains... Ordinary people might casually mention these words or imagine them, but the reality of seeing a fresh body was entirely different.
Hallie's expression turned grave, her voice earnest as she said, "Nelson, there's no need to push yourself to help out of sheer pride. No one would fault you for avoiding danger. It's human nature.
"After all, this is the doctors' and rescue teams' responsibility. You'd be better off leaving as soon as possible."
Nelson looked down at her, eyes narrowing slightly, his magnetic voice cold as ice. "In your eyes, am I someone who values pride above all else?"
Though that wasn't her intention, Hallie couldn't honestly answer "no" to that question.
She changed the subject. "The climate here is highly humid, creating an ideal breeding ground for bacteria. Besides, with no time for proper disinfection, the risk of infection has skyrocketed. If you do get infected, there's simply no medication available here to treat you."
"I don't need you to tell me where it's dangerous and where it's safe," Nelson said indifferently, unmoved.
In that case, Hallie saw no point in persuading him further. She took a brand-new pair of gloves from the pocket of her doctor's overall and handed them to Nelson.
Everything was in short supply now, and she had been reluctant to use the gloves herself.
Nelson stared at them for a few seconds, a fleeting shadow of indecipherable emotion crossing his eyes. Then his thin lips parted as he said, "Keep them. I don't need them."
Hallie could only tuck the gloves back into her pocket.
She'd bet he'd be asking for them within half an hour.
Peterson stood gaping, unable to fathom the scene. He thought, 'Nelson, aka Mr. Germaphobe, volunteering here without a complaint? Am I dreaming? What the hell is wrong with him?
'Even if he'd aimed to ingratiate himself with Kerriston's herb-trading families for cooperations, this is excessive. All the rhetoric about collaboration is just an excuse. He came here for Hallie out of pity, no doubt.'
Shaking his head, Peterson rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward to help with Nelson.
Twenty minutes into moving rubble, his hands began to ache. He turned to Hallie for a glove, but a cold stare from Nelson forced him to give up that idea.
Soon, the trapped child was successfully rescued. With the help of doctors and rescuers, the child was carried onto a stretcher and rushed to a makeshift tent.
Hallie let out a sigh of relief, but before she could catch her breath, another cry for help pierced the air.
And so it went, a relentless tide of distress, until nightfall crept up unannounced. It wasn't until 9:30 PM that the last corner of the ruins was finally searched.
They found over 30 survivors still breathing, though how many would pull through remained unknown. The follow-up rescue work was still desperately urgent.
Hallie rushed back from the medical warehouse with various medicines
Her breath came in ragged gasps, eyelids heavy as lead, head nodding involuntarily. Her steps stumbled and faltered, body swaying until a firm hand suddenly braced her from behind.
The heat from his palm seeped through her clothes, jolting Hallie awake. She turned around sharply, only to see Nelson furrow slightly, but his eyes remained impassive.
His once-clean tactical jacket was now caked in a thick layer of dust, and his pants bore a jagged tear—likely inflicted by sharp rocks or twisted steel bars.
"Why aren't you resting at this hour? Do you want to drop dead and have my grandfather hold me responsible?" Nelson asked icily.
"People won't just drop dead easily," Hallie retorted, unable to hide her skepticism.
"Sleep deprivation can lead to sudden death, though it's rarely the sole cause—unless the body is in a state of chronic exhaustion that impairs organ function. Besides, I'll rest once these supplies are delivered," she explained, hoisting the supplies in her arms.
But the next moment, they were snatched from her grasp.
"What are you doing?"Hallie frowned at Nelson.
"You deliver these," Nelson said, tossing the supplies to Peterson.
Peterson remained dumbfounded.
"Problem solved. I'm done with your excuses. Go rest," he ordered, seizing her arm and marching toward a tent.
The supplies were desperately scarce, leaving the only place to rest a narrow cot tucked inside the tent.
"Stay out of this," Nelson said curtly, striding straight in the direction Hallie had gone.
"Wait up!" When Peterson failed to stop Nelson, he took a deep breath and trailed after him.
Hallie strained to move the rubble piled on the ground. Exhausted as she was, the thought of survivors trapped below kept her going.
She'd barely had time to sleep in days. With roads still blocked, even food was scarce.
Every rescuer was bone-weary. Hallie's temples pulsed with hunger and exhaustion, her fingers so limp that moving a watermelon-sized boulder felt like a Herculean task.
Suddenly, a firm hand reached down and lifted the stone with effortless ease.
She trailed the arm upward to meet Nelson's cold countenance, her gaze holding steady as she stared back unflinchingly.
Hallie's lips twitched with helplessness. "Nelson," she said wearily, "can you wait? I really don't have time."
Nelson frowned slightly, eyeing her up and down. He hoisted another stone. "Maybe use the time you'd waste talking to help. How about it?" he said dryly.
Hallie's mind was too fogged by exhaustion to process his words at first. It wasn't until she saw him lift a third stone that she realized what he was doing.
"Are you here to help?" Hallie's tone was laced with incredulity, a mix of astonishment and perplexity.
After all, Nelson was a pampered noble gentleman who had never lifted a finger for manual labor.
The harsh environment here—muddy pits everywhere, people with broken limbs, bodies crushed under rubble—was enough to overwhelm an ordinary person, yet Nelson had actually come to aid in the rescue?
Nelson shot her a cold glance upon hearing her words. "Are you looking down on me?"
It wasn't that Hallie doubted Nelson's ability to do the work. As a doctor, she was concerned that the horrific scenes might leave psychological scars on him.
Corpses, entrails, brains... Ordinary people might casually mention these words or imagine them, but the reality of seeing a fresh body was entirely different.
Hallie's expression turned grave, her voice earnest as she said, "Nelson, there's no need to push yourself to help out of sheer pride. No one would fault you for avoiding danger. It's human nature.
"After all, this is the doctors' and rescue teams' responsibility. You'd be better off leaving as soon as possible."
Nelson looked down at her, eyes narrowing slightly, his magnetic voice cold as ice. "In your eyes, am I someone who values pride above all else?"
Though that wasn't her intention, Hallie couldn't honestly answer "no" to that question.
She changed the subject. "The climate here is highly humid, creating an ideal breeding ground for bacteria. Besides, with no time for proper disinfection, the risk of infection has skyrocketed. If you do get infected, there's simply no medication available here to treat you."
"I don't need you to tell me where it's dangerous and where it's safe," Nelson said indifferently, unmoved.
In that case, Hallie saw no point in persuading him further. She took a brand-new pair of gloves from the pocket of her doctor's overall and handed them to Nelson.
Everything was in short supply now, and she had been reluctant to use the gloves herself.
Nelson stared at them for a few seconds, a fleeting shadow of indecipherable emotion crossing his eyes. Then his thin lips parted as he said, "Keep them. I don't need them."
Hallie could only tuck the gloves back into her pocket.
She'd bet he'd be asking for them within half an hour.
Peterson stood gaping, unable to fathom the scene. He thought, 'Nelson, aka Mr. Germaphobe, volunteering here without a complaint? Am I dreaming? What the hell is wrong with him?
'Even if he'd aimed to ingratiate himself with Kerriston's herb-trading families for cooperations, this is excessive. All the rhetoric about collaboration is just an excuse. He came here for Hallie out of pity, no doubt.'
Shaking his head, Peterson rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward to help with Nelson.
Twenty minutes into moving rubble, his hands began to ache. He turned to Hallie for a glove, but a cold stare from Nelson forced him to give up that idea.
Soon, the trapped child was successfully rescued. With the help of doctors and rescuers, the child was carried onto a stretcher and rushed to a makeshift tent.
Hallie let out a sigh of relief, but before she could catch her breath, another cry for help pierced the air.
And so it went, a relentless tide of distress, until nightfall crept up unannounced. It wasn't until 9:30 PM that the last corner of the ruins was finally searched.
They found over 30 survivors still breathing, though how many would pull through remained unknown. The follow-up rescue work was still desperately urgent.
Hallie rushed back from the medical warehouse with various medicines
Her breath came in ragged gasps, eyelids heavy as lead, head nodding involuntarily. Her steps stumbled and faltered, body swaying until a firm hand suddenly braced her from behind.
The heat from his palm seeped through her clothes, jolting Hallie awake. She turned around sharply, only to see Nelson furrow slightly, but his eyes remained impassive.
His once-clean tactical jacket was now caked in a thick layer of dust, and his pants bore a jagged tear—likely inflicted by sharp rocks or twisted steel bars.
"Why aren't you resting at this hour? Do you want to drop dead and have my grandfather hold me responsible?" Nelson asked icily.
"People won't just drop dead easily," Hallie retorted, unable to hide her skepticism.
"Sleep deprivation can lead to sudden death, though it's rarely the sole cause—unless the body is in a state of chronic exhaustion that impairs organ function. Besides, I'll rest once these supplies are delivered," she explained, hoisting the supplies in her arms.
But the next moment, they were snatched from her grasp.
"What are you doing?"Hallie frowned at Nelson.
"You deliver these," Nelson said, tossing the supplies to Peterson.
Peterson remained dumbfounded.
"Problem solved. I'm done with your excuses. Go rest," he ordered, seizing her arm and marching toward a tent.
The supplies were desperately scarce, leaving the only place to rest a narrow cot tucked inside the tent.
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