Fortunately, there's still one left!
"Mobilize as many people as possible to transport the food and water from the storage room to the top floor. Don't forget life jackets, first aid kits, and backup power supplies," Yan Sijue said in a deep voice, "After the items are moved, everyone should go to the third floor."
The villa in the manor has only three floors.
It was a gamble, if the heavy rain continued and the small island became submerged, then this building would be the final fortress.
Ada nodded solemnly, "I'll take care of it immediately. Sir, you and Madam should go to the third floor as well!"
"There's no rush," Yan Sijue said hoarsely, looking towards the doctor, "You should go to the top floor first and prepare a ward."
A few people responded and left.
Only Yan Sijue and Mu Yiliang were left in the operating room.
He held Mu Yiliang's hand, placed it near his lips, and kissed it reverently.
If they could survive this natural disaster, then let him sleep forever...
