The few men who ran over saw the situation on the ground. They immediately dropped their shovels and other tools, and each carried one of the injured men on their backs as they headed downhill. Going up the mountain was easy, but coming down was treacherous, especially on a snow-covered path. They had initially planned to slide down, but now, carrying someone, they needed people to support them from behind and guide them from the front. The group stumbled as they began their descent, and Du Heng quickly took out his phone.
His first call went straight to Dong Yuezhang at the foot of the mountain. "Dong, is there an ambulance coming up?"
"No." Dong Yuezhang, watching the black smoke on the mountain gradually thin, had just begun to relax when Du Heng's question made his heart leap into his throat. "Did something happen to someone?"
