"Sleep on the playground?" Zhou Xuan responded.
"That's the best we can do," the Music Master said.
"We should at least lay something on the ground, right?"
"We have something," the Music Master said. "At the Medical College, we don't have much, but we have plenty of white sheets. The service building wasn't affected by the disaster, and all the supplies are still there. Tonight we'll cover the playground with white sheets... It's better than lying directly on the ground."
"What about quilts?"
"Quilts, we don't have enough beds," the Music Master said. "But we can prioritize providing them to the old, weak, sick, and disabled—"
"That works," Zhou Xuan added. "Tonight, you and Brother Peng should put in some effort to keep the cold wind away."
