Zhao Hao was fine. Lin Sijia checked him again and again and found that there was nothing wrong with Zhao Hao. In fact, he was healthier than many people.
However, just because Zhao Hao was like this did not mean that the group of people waiting at the gate were the same.
They listened to Ye Xingchen's orders and waited at the gate.
There was food. Although it wasn't much, Ye Xingchen had asked Zhao Hao's buddy, Yuan Bo, to send it to them.
The security booth at the entrance of the neighborhood was temporarily built after the daily patrol duty was set. It could block the wind, but not much. A few of them were huddled in a small room, shivering.
"When is Brother Ye coming?"
"That's right. We've been waiting for a long time. Why hasn't he come yet?"
"They said that Brother Zhao was seriously injured and needed treatment first, but aren't we injured too?"
