Qin Changlin packed his medicine box and went out with an umbrella.
He had only walked a few steps when he ran back.
Yuancheng said, "Brother Qin, the rain is too heavy, and the wind is strong, the umbrella won't do."
Qin Changlin dropped the umbrella, nodding and saying, "Yes, it seems I need to wear a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat."
Taking out the straw raincoat and bamboo hat, Qin Changlin cursed, "This damn weather tortures people, no idea when it will end."
"It's the rainy season now," Yuancheng reminded him.
"Still, it shouldn't be pouring down like this!" Qin Changlin said.
Yuancheng nodded, glanced at the sky, and continued reading his book.
Indeed, at this time of year, it usually rained frequently, but those were the kind of silent, nourishing drizzles, not this torrential downpour.
Qin Changlin walked far away, Yuancheng was absorbed in his book, and Jin Ziyuan walked into the workshop that belonged solely to Qin Changlin.
