The staff in the manor were mostly suffering from external injuries. After An Lan treated them one by one, she directly set up a few folding beds in the hall for the patients to stay, as the medicines here were comprehensive; she even hung IV drips for them.
After about two hours, the injured people in the hall finally quieted down.
An Lan breathed a sigh of relief, feeling so tired that her arms and legs trembled a little.
Ye Qinghao supported her with concern, "You should rest for a while."
An Lan glanced at the sky outside.
The sky was dark as pitch, and it was already two in the morning, yet the heavy rain showed no signs of stopping.
An Lan frowned at this dreadful weather.
While sighing, she suddenly heard a hesitant voice beside her saying, "Miss An..."
An Lan was taken aback and turned her head to see a young man supporting Mrs. Chen standing there. Mrs. Chen looked as pale as paper and appeared to be very uncomfortable.
