"Damn it!"
Jing Mingqiu had no time to hesitate. He immediately activated the reactor to full power. The immense thrust surged through his body, and in the blink of an eye, he had crossed a hundred meters, arriving at the site of the recent explosion.
These temporary shelters were made of steel plates sandwiching foam. Despite being fire-retardant, they inevitably caught fire under the high temperatures generated by the explosion.
The burning foam produced a large amount of toxic black smoke, obscuring vision.
Simultaneously, as the entire room, including the floor, was made of steel, which is an excellent conductor of heat, the infrared scan showed the screen entirely in red, making it difficult to pinpoint the victims' locations.
However, this was no challenge for Jing Mingqiu. He gently tapped his temple, and a pair of specially designed glasses descended.
This was a magnetic field scanner, specifically designed to scan the magnetic fields emitted by the human body. Jing Mingqiu rushed into the flames, searching everywhere. Soon, a huddled human form appeared before him.
"Creak, creak!"
As the temperature rose, the steel plates began to deform, and the foam, which served as a support, had already burned away. The temporary shelter, unable to bear the load, was on the verge of collapse.
At this critical moment, Jing Mingqiu emerged from within, carrying a semiconscious old man.
Before Jing Mingqiu could fully retract his leg, the entire structure collapsed behind him, turning into a burning heap of steel debris.
"Quick, call 120!" Li Xiaozhu, who had appeared sometime earlier, stared intently at the injured man, her expression filled with anxiety. "I've learned some basic first aid! I can help..."
Jing Mingqiu glanced at the system scan results and waved his hand. "No need for all that trouble. He's fine. He just fainted from the shock and being winded. A couple of needles will do."
As he spoke, Jing Mingqiu flipped his wrist and took out twelve golden needles from the system store, instantly inserting them into twelve major acupoints on the old man's body.
"Ugh!" With a muffled groan, the old man slowly regained consciousness. "Where am I? Am I dead? Where are my old comrades?"
Li Xiaozhu proactively explained, "Grandpa, you're not dead! Big brother rescued you from inside."
Upon hearing that Jing Mingqiu had saved him, the old man struggled to get up, intending to bow in thanks. "This old man is Zong Xuemin. Thank you, young man, for saving my life!"
"It's just a small effort, nothing to mention," Jing Mingqiu quickly supported Zong Xuemin. "Sir, what happened just now? Why was there a sudden explosion?"
Zong Xuemin was also bewildered. "I don't know why it exploded. I was a bit hungry and wanted to cook."
"So, I imitated my daughter cooking, turned the switch all the way, but for some reason, the gas stove wouldn't light. I decided to light a cigarette to calm down. As soon as I struck a match, there was an explosion..."
Hearing this, Jing Mingqiu's forehead was covered in black lines. The entire room was filled with hydrogen gas. If it encountered an open flame, an explosion was inevitable.
Considering that Zong Xuemin had just been blown up and was still a bit disoriented, Jing Mingqiu returned to his home to obtain an accurate assessment. He lifted the charred steel plates and found the completely destroyed hydrogen stove.
After a thorough inspection, he confirmed that the accident was not due to equipment malfunction but a clear operational error. Jing Mingqiu first felt relieved, then his brow furrowed.
He then realized that although all the volunteers participating in the renovation project were adults, they had physical disabilities that had prevented them from safely using many common household appliances and kitchenware. They had never had the opportunity to use them, let alone master them.
Even after their physical conditions improved, due to ingrained habits, they generally avoided these items, lacking in essential life skills.
To prevent similar accidents from happening again, dedicated personnel would need to be assigned to teach them.
However, no one knew precisely what life skills they lacked. And currently, there were only a hundred people. He could arrange teachers, but with millions of volunteers later on, where would Jing Mingqiu find so many teachers?
As Jing Mingqiu pondered this dilemma, his phone suddenly rang, and a robotic, loli-like voice emanated from it.
"Master, Han Yinian has sent the background information of the hundred volunteers. Do you wish to view it now?"
"Help me pull out the profiles of Li Xiaozhu, Wang Ping'an, Li Cuihua, and Zong Xuemin. Also, please tell Han Yinian that a temporary shelter here exploded and ask if he has a spare."
"Furthermore, I authorize you to connect to all cameras at the testing base and initiate monitoring programs. If any issues arise with other volunteers, notify me immediately."
"Understood, Master."
Cang Yue's emotionless loli voice chimed in again.
"Information has been successfully sent, monitoring equipment has been successfully connected, and profiles have been successfully opened. Would you like them read aloud?"
"It's not good to reveal other people's privacy publicly. I'll look at them myself."
Jing Mingqiu took out his phone and quickly browsed the profiles of the four individuals.
Li Xiaozhu: Eighteen years old this year, with legs disabled for twelve years, a freshman in university.
At the age of six, she was sold to human traffickers by her father, who then deliberately broke her legs and forced her to beg. Later, she was rescued by the police and sent to an orphanage. Due to the prolonged delay, her legs had to be amputated.
Wang Ping'an: Forty-two years old this year, blind for thirty-five years, a farmer.
At the age of seven, he lost his sight due to a high fever.
Li Cuihong: Thirty-eight years old this year, arms amputated for eighteen years, a farmer.
At the age of twenty, she was working in a factory when a machine malfunction caused her arms to be caught and mangled.
Zong Xuemin: Sixty-eight years old this year, paralyzed from the waist down for fifty years, a retired soldier.
During the War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression, he shielded a radio station with his body to protect it from falling bombs. Although he survived after rescue, his spine was broken, rendering him paraplegic.
Although there were only four individuals, they represented almost all causes of disability.
There was intentional maiming by human traffickers, disability due to illness, industrial accidents, and soldiers who bravely fought for their country and were unfortunately wounded.
They also covered the spectrum from childhood to old age, from orphaned to relying on each other.
Their simultaneous placement as Jing Mingqiu's neighbors was not by chance but a deliberate arrangement by Han Yinian, aiming to ensure he interacted with diverse volunteers, understood their various difficulties, and found more perfect solutions.
Jing Mingqiu understood Han Yinian's subtle intentions, but he couldn't think of a suitable solution at the moment. After all, teachers were not deities, and they couldn't split themselves.
"Split?"
Looking at the constantly flashing video window in the upper-left corner of the screen, Jing Mingqiu's eyes suddenly lit up.
Humans couldn't split, but programs could. One server could provide gaming services to tens of thousands of people simultaneously.
Artificial intelligence was, in essence, a program. Although the supercomputer hadn't been built yet, and Cang Yue's computing power was limited, it was more than enough to manage a hundred volunteers and answer their questions.
Without hesitation, Jing Mingqiu explained his idea to Cang Yue and asked if she could inject her sub-programs directly into the volunteers' mobile phones.