Qiao Mingtang and Zhicheng made their own bamboo raft to the island, and the village chief over there almost knelt down at the sight of their rescuers.
"I said there would definitely be people coming to save us. Comrade, quickly, I have two people here who are sick and have been unconscious until now. Let them leave first."
"Is it a fever? Do you have any medicine?"
The village chief shook his head: "If I had medicine, I wouldn't let them remain unconscious until now. Comrade, please, you must save them, they still need to find their family! Curse this damned weather; why did it suddenly have to rain so heavily? Five or six hours of rain washed everything away, causing landslides everywhere. We were lucky to be washed onto this deserted island, but as for the others…"
"Alright, let's talk about it later. The bamboo raft can only carry four people each time, so let's make the most of our time."
Things were going quite smoothly on Qiao Mingtang's side.
