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 beca subrged, then this building would be the final fortress.
Ada nodded solemnly, "I’ll take care of it imdiately. 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...
...
An hour passed again.
All the remaining people on the island gathered in several rooms on the third floor. Since there were already more than half of the people before, the food and freshwater stored in the manor were actually sufficient for the remaining people to live for three days.
After three days, the heavy rain should stop.
Therefore, as long as the rising seawater does not completely subrge the manor, they would be safe.
But at this mont, those who stayed couldn’t afford to be optimistic. It was now dawn, and standing at the window looking outside, even though the heavy rain made the sky appear dark, it was enough to see the massive waves rolling.
They had never seen the sea during a typhoon wreaking havoc at such close range. The power like the destruction of heaven and earth was enough to make one feel despair!
In the adjacent room, Mu Yiliang still lay unconsciously on the bed.
Yan Sijue held her hand firmly, his gaze filled with deep love and obsession.
Ada sat on the sofa next to them, placing a laptop on her knees, monitoring the typhoon’s movents in real-ti.
"Sir..." suddenly, Ada spoke hoarsely, her trembling voice full of uncontrollable fear, "Based on current data, I’m afraid... in another ten hours, we will be completely subrged."
Yan Sijue’s face darkened, finally willing to let go of Mu Yiliang’s hand, he walked next to Ada, holding the laptop in his hand, swiftly browsing through it.
The typhoon will pass in another three hours, continuing to move towards S City, and the heavy rain will continue for another twenty-four hours.
The highest sea level will be... thirty-two ters higher than now.
The height of the manor is less than twenty ters, so if they don’t find a way to leave before then, they will all perish!
Unless the typhoon suddenly changes direction, there is no chance of luck!
Even with life jackets, they couldn’t survive on the sea ravaged by the strong winds!
Moreover, Yiliang just underwent surgery, her body couldn’t even be soaked in seawater! Thinking about this, Yan Sijue’s fingertips trembled even more intensely!
Ada’s face was almost pale, losing her composure for the first ti, she asked tremblingly, "Sir, what should we do..."
"Don’t tell the others yet, to avoid causing chaos," Yan Sijue’s deep voice resounded, "Ada, do you trust ?"
Ada heard his voice, her initially racing heart cald slightly, "Of course I trust you, Sir."
"I won’t let you die," he said blandly, handing the laptop back to her, his gaze fell beside Mu Yiliang, "Don’t worry, we won’t die."
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