The Bustle
Who wouldn't want to travel in comfort? It was an RV, after all, equipped with everything a house had: a kitchen, a toilet, a shower, a washing machine, a clothes dryer. They could sit whenever they wanted, lie down whenever they wanted, eat whenever they wanted, set out a cup of tea, and leisurely browse the internet or write reports, just like they were at home. They could enjoy their daily lives while the vehicle was moving, without delaying their journey at all. On top of that, it was a big Benz, so driving it around gave them status and prestige. They had the whole package: social standing, face, and practicality.
They could even tow an unpowered trailer behind it and cram all their luggage and supplies inside. The more things they brought and the more thoroughly they prepared, the more convenient it would be to use. It was the definition of comfort.
Even when they reached some remote wilderness, they wouldn't have to worry in the slightest.
But who the hell had given this team from Qiannan Province such luxurious treatment? This wasn't a Medical Rural Service Activity—they were going on vacation.
The poor team from Longyou Province had to brave the bitter cold and blizzards, trudging forward with difficulty. Their vehicle was a wreck, too, and its air conditioner couldn't produce heat. No matter how thickly everyone dressed, they still shivered as one. Their only defense against the cold was shaking.
Once they arrived, things would be fine if they could borrow a house and light a stove to warm themselves up a little. But if they had no such conditions and had to work outdoors, it would be miserable. The doctors' fingers would be so frozen that they couldn't even hold their pens. And then