"The upper floor is for vaccinations, I want to go up and take a look," she said.
Jhiang Yuan didn't hide her eagerness. Time was pressing, and it already got dark by five in the evening now.
Once the temperature dropped sharply, it became unbearable for people.
For some reason, even when the sun came out, the temperature didn't improve much.
Instead, it got even colder. One evening, it even dropped to minus forty degrees.
She remembered the Inuit then and wondered if she could survive this time.
"Okay, then we'll start from here."
Coming out together was inevitable; Jhiang Yuan was prepared for this.
Now heading to the fourth floor was easy; only this layer of ice remained.
The windows were shattered and fragmented. Song Yi led the way, picking one with less broken glass, cleared it slightly, and then entered.
Jhiang Xingzhi and Jhiang Yuan followed him, and they had to bring the ice cart inside. Leaving it outside was simply too dangerous.
