"Alright, Zhao family wife, stop crying. Other than the external injuries, is there anything else wrong with your body? Any areas of severe pain?" Hua Lao Han asked, enduring his headache.
The house collapse was no small matter. Being trapped for so long, Hua Lao Han worried about potential internal injuries.
Perhaps venting emotions eased her heart considerably, and facing the village chief, Zhao family's eldest and second daughter-in-law finally stopped crying. With the help of a nearby aunt, they hurriedly checked themselves and the children.
Other than the Zhao family's eldest grandson, Zhao Xiaoshu, whose arm was crushed and crying out, everyone else only had superficial injuries. They looked pitiful but, at least for now, showed no signs of internal injuries.
Hua Sanshan also briefly checked the pulse and shook his head at Hua Lao Han, indicating no major problems.
"Village chief, my family…" Zhao family's eldest daughter-in-law looked tearfully at Hua Lao Han.
