[Cross-referencing heat signals and your team's report… Hold on.]
Qingran waited, one hand still resting on the roof of the car as she watched the others settle inside. Meng Nian climbed into the driver's seat, giving her a small nod. She returned it absently, eyes scanning the broken horizon beyond the school fence.
[Confirmed. I count thirty-seven life signs still within the school compound. Some in the auditorium basement, some scattered through isolated classrooms, and a few in the rooftop green shed.]
"Thirty-seven…" she repeated under her breath, doing the math in her head. "So we've gotten thirty out so far. More than half, but not done."
[Correct. But several of the remaining are spread thin, isolated in locations with a high density of infected nearby. You'll need to split routes or make multiple trips.]
"We'll handle it," she said. Then, raising her voice, "Meng Nian, drive. Let's get them back."
