"How can so many people get hurt?" Ma Yanlin, who followed Ling Ran to the hospital, knowing that he was about to suffer.
Regardless of what kind of injury the patients had, he would definitely be handling the most tiring and unappreciated tasks. Moreover, the medical staff of Guozheng Charity Hospital was almost gone. Now, there were only a few nurses and care workers left. Ma Yanlin could only imagine the weight of it all.
Chef Zhu, who was also a temporary interpreter with a frying pan on his back, was stunned when he came in and saw the wailing patients. He whispered some questions before he got up and said, "There are patients here who were injured in car accidents, some of them even had their houses falling on them, some fell from their barns when they were working on them, and some fell from their horses."
"So, these patients all had accidents? All of them?" Ma Yanlin was more surprised.