"We have all kinds of medicine. It just depends on what you need."

"I can't make the decision on this matter. Wait a minute! I'll go get our boss!"

The man asked his companions to carry the injured person onto the sled and hurried away.

Jiang Fei returned to his room and took out a box of medicine.

Mainly cold medicines, anti-inflammatory drugs, antipyretics, and gastrointestinal medicines.

After waiting for almost an hour, the man brought his boss.

She is a middle-aged woman in her thirties.

Afraid of stepping on the trap again, they stood far away this time.

Jiang Fei and Lu Yu walked out.

The woman could speak Chinese and took the initiative to introduce herself.

"Hello Chinese people, I am Delin, the leader of the tribe, and he is my brother Debo."

"I heard you have medicines. I want a batch of anti-inflammatory drugs and antipyretics. How much are they?"

"A box of expired medicine is worth 20,000 grams of gold, and a box that hasn't expired is worth 50,000 grams." Jiang Fei took out a box of anti-inflammatory capsules from his pocket and handed it to Delin:

"You can take a look at the goods first."

Delin took the medicine and checked it.

It is within the shelf life and the capsules are well preserved.

But the price is too expensive.

On second thought, Delin felt it made sense.

Four years ago, the end of the world came, and they were lucky enough not to suffer any major disaster.

However, power and water outages, communication breakdowns, and numerous riots led to a sharp decline in population and a shortage of supplies.

Especially medicine, the shortage was so severe that a box of food could only be exchanged for a small pill for a cold.

Later, I couldn't find any medicine at all.

If you accidentally get sick, you can only endure it.

More and more people died.

They survived by chance and have managed to hold on until now.

There is no shortage of food and cold-proof supplies, but there is a shortage of medicine.

Delin looked at Jiang Fei:

"May I ask you why you need so much gold?"