"Group Leader Nie, with such heavy rain and such perilous mountain roads, can't we wait for the rain to stop before we move?"
Just then, a young male Western doctor came over, his face full of complaints as he questioned.
Not just him, but also the other three young Western doctors, as well as the four Western medicine experts, all had looks of misery on their faces.
For them, who had grown accustomed to city life, the bumpy mountain roads had already nearly cost them half a life.
Thinking about the upcoming trek over mountains and through rivers, their calves couldn't help but tremble.
"It's the rainy season in Gannan now; this rain won't stop for another three or four days..."
Nie Qingwu responded indifferently.
Upon hearing that the rain might last for three or four days, the Western doctors started to complain even more.
Watching their demeanor, Nie Qingwu couldn't help but frown.
These people looked less like doctors and more like spoiled young masters.
