Bai Qinghua silently read the contents of the text message, pondering deeply in his heart.
And in front of him, at the narrow meeting table, gathered psychological aid experts from different systems and units.
When the rescue team first arrived here, the school used as a shelter had not yet been arranged, so the meeting room as the command center was just a tent, and it has been used until now.
In contrast, the psychological aid team only arrived now, and since the school was better organized, coupled with many small rooms unsuitable for wards due to sanitation and ventilation conditions, they were allocated a room as a dedicated meeting room.
But at this moment, the atmosphere in this meeting room was far from ideal.
The air was filled with the smell of sweat, water, humidity, and an intangible, scholarly combat smoke.
Professor Ji sat in the head seat facing the door, beside him sat Yijin Jiao's apprentice with thick hair gel applied, making his final effort.
