"Dr. Song, why are all of you feeling unwell?" Sun Ziqing let out a "huh" before slapping his forehead. "I get it. It's probably because the temperature rose yesterday, and you all insisted on heading out to enjoy the snowy scenery."
Zhang Ruijie listened to him, glancing at the group of old, frail, and sickly people. He couldn't help but smile inwardly, though he didn't show it on his face.
He turned toward Song Qian, who was checking his backpack nearby, and suggested, "Captain Song, should we load the supplies first thing this morning?"
Song Qian tightened his combat gloves. "Yes."
Zhang Ruijie said, "Why don't we let the doctors rest down here? Once we've loaded all the supplies and are ready to set out, we can call them up."
"They're older, and it's tough for them with us waking up this early," He Tianyu chimed in.
Song Qian pondered for a moment before agreeing, "Okay, sure."
