In the building, a heartwarming scene was unfolding.
Zhou Yong slightly bent over, his face gently pressing against a little girl's chubby and tender cheek as he wrapped his damp camouflage uniform around her tiny body with a gentle touch.
Then he placed the two-way radio mask up to her face, letting her take a few breaths through it.
After laying the girl on the bed, he picked up another, slightly older girl and enveloped her in the same manner, allowing her to breathe through the mask as well.
But since this girl was a bit taller, Zhou Yong could only try his best to protect her head with the clothing.
"You two, you've been saved by me," he said.
As Zhou Yong spoke, he turned his head to look at the children's mother.
"I'm sorry, I can't save you, but if Fang Huai comes up, maybe he'll have a way..."
With that, he bowed deeply.
Feeling that something was wrong, he stood up straight and saluted instead.