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After enduring a long night in bed, I finally rolled over and sat up, reaching for the computer on my bedside table. As the familiar sound of the computer starting up filled the room, the screen emitted a faint glow, illuminating a corner of the dark space. I skillfully typed in keywords to begin searching for information related to the upcoming mission and various precautions for rescue operations.
With each useful piece of information I found, I picked up a pen and diligently recorded it on a sheet of paper. Before I knew it, time slipped away quietly; when I looked up again, the once pristine white paper was now filled with dense writing. At that moment, the clock on the wall had already passed midnight.
Despite the late hour, I felt no fatigue. My eyes were fixed on the flickering computer screen as my thoughts drifted far away. Images of what awaited us upon arrival at the Disaster Area flooded my mind: devastated ruins, distraught victims—various scenes intertwined, weighing heavily on my heart. At the same time, I pondered where we should begin our rescue efforts once we reached the site.
Just as I was lost in thought, a sudden ringtone jolted me back to reality, breaking the silence of the room. I glanced at my phone screen in confusion, wondering who could be messaging me at this hour. With curiosity, I gently tapped the screen to unlock it and saw a new message waiting in my inbox. To my surprise, it was from Old Wang.
Old Wang was unable to participate in this mission as he had to handle other matters out of town. However, even from afar, he kept a close eye on the situation's progress. The message read: "Can't sleep? No worries, I'm here to chat." My heart skipped a beat at those words; how did he know I was still awake? Filled with questions, I replied and asked him how he knew.
After a moment, Old Wang explained that he too struggled to sleep the night before significant missions. Knowing this eased the atmosphere between us instantly. It felt like I had found someone to confide in; I poured out all my thoughts and concerns about the mission to him. Old Wang listened patiently to everything I had to say and provided detailed answers to each of my questions once I finished. Moreover, he continually encouraged me: "Don't worry too much; it's really not a big deal. Just focus on your safety; think of it as a valuable learning experience."
Hearing his words relaxed my tense nerves and opened my mind. He was right—so long as I ensured my safety, all I needed to do was give my best effort in completing the mission. Even if we didn't achieve remarkable results in the end, that was okay; at least we would gain valuable experience. As they say, practice makes perfect—if similar situations arose in the future, I'd be able to handle them with ease.
With Old Wang's encouragement lifting my spirits, I cleared my mind of chaotic thoughts and climbed into bed, ready for a good night's rest.
The next morning, before the sun had fully risen, we quickly gathered at Team Headquarters. Everyone appeared energized and serious, fully aware of the importance and urgency of this mission.
We received a concise briefing about our tasks and were given detailed information regarding the situation in the Disaster Area along with specific assignments and key precautions. Each person listened attentively, eager not to miss any details.
Following that, we began an orderly final check of our vehicles and supplies. Team members had clear roles: some checked vehicle conditions—including tire pressure and engine performance—while others meticulously verified the quantity and quality of various rescue supplies to ensure nothing was overlooked or damaged. Although this process seemed tedious, it was crucial for ensuring that our mission proceeded smoothly without any oversight.
After thorough checks confirmed that everything was ready and secure, with a command given, our convoy slowly set off toward the gathering point at the Disaster Area. The wheels rolled forward, kicking up dust along the way as if carrying our eager hearts toward that land desperately in need of assistance.
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