In 2008, I was buried under the ruins for 72 hours, and a soldier in camouflage dug me out.

He had blood all over his hands, and when I was losing consciousness, I only remembered that there was a character "Wang" and two stars on his shoulder epaulet.
After I was rescued, I kept looking for him for ten years.
All the military units asked around, but no lieutenant with the surname Wang was found.
That year’s earthquake had too many temporary dispatches, and records were incomplete.
I even suspected it was a hallucination caused by near-death experience.
My mom said, maybe I was buried for too long and remembered it wrong.
In 2018, I was admitted to Chengdu Medical College.
Before leaving, I helped my mom pack old belongings and found a metal box at the deepest part of the cabinet.
Inside was an old photo. I pointed to a soldier covered in mud, holding a child, and asked, "Who is this?"
My mom looked at the photo and thought for a long time before saying:
"This is a photo of your dad when he was young. Back then, he saved a baby in Jiujiang, and that child is you.
Actually, your biological parents were lost in that flood. He adopted you, and after he transferred to another unit, he kept it a secret from you, saying it was his military service record. Now that you’ve grown up, I want you to know."
She turned over the back of the photo.
In rough handwriting, it said:
"1998.8.16, Jiujiang breach. Saved a baby, both parents perished. Named Ning An, wishing for peace in this life. Wang Wenyuan."
My surname is Wang. My name is Wang Ju.
The two stars on the shoulder epaulet are not for a lieutenant.
It was the summer of 1998, and he was still a second-class officer.
It turns out the lifesaver I searched for ten years had been raising me for twenty years.