She couldn't just sit idly by; she followed them downstairs to move items.
Grandma Ye was at home, so she could keep an eye on things to some extent, and they wouldn't be apart for very long since they kept coming and going.
Zhang Kaiyang's condition was not life-threatening. With proper care, he would be fine.
The liquefied gas canisters were quite heavy. Song Yi and Jhiang Xingzhi managed to carry two at a time up the stairs, but after many trips, they would definitely be worn out.
Moreover, her father was getting on in years, and Jhiang Yuan felt sorry for him.
By the time they reached the seventh floor, this side had already been tidied up somewhat.
"Sister Yuan, how is Zhang Kaiyang doing?"
As soon as she arrived, Ye Mianmian quickly came over to ask about the details.
"The bleeding has been stopped, and he's resting now. Grandma is watching him; there's nothing to worry about,"
"Oh, that's terrifying."