"It's going to rain, everyone take care."
In front of the dilapidated door of the mutual aid association, the middle-aged man patiently handed out umbrellas, reminding the attendees, "It's pretty chaotic outside lately. If you have no time, don't come here... If necessary, you can temporarily stay here. There are still many beds available."
"Oh no, Doctor of God City, you've already been taking care of so many patients, it's very tiring for you." The participants waved their hands in unison, "It's better not to cause trouble."
"It's alright, it's just one more bed."
God City's doctor smiled warmly, standing in the drizzle watching the elderly and children leave.
After a while, as he was about to turn back, he heard a distant voice, hurried footsteps.
Stumbling in the mud.
