It was early in the morning.
The sky started to become bright.
Cheers could be heard constantly from the courtyard of Guozheng Charity Hospital. Some people shouted loudly in Portuguese and English, while laughter and screaming were also heard.
Ling Ran rubbed his eyes while walking out of the waiting room. Then, he took a look at the weather outside and could not help but feel relieved.
The rain stopped.
"I heard that the southern region is still raining, but there should be a short period where there is no rain." A Chinese girl who came from Cuba Town was sitting in the corridor. When she saw Ling Ran coming out, she quickly stood up and told him about the situation as she observed Ling Ran's facial expression.
Ling Ran nodded and asked, "Will there be any helicopters coming over?"