Chapter 228: Send, Send, Send

"General Chu, I'm here."

Chu Wanfu looked up, waved to someone to take over his job, then patted the doctor on the shoulder and motioned for him to go out with him.

The doctor took off his stethoscope and hung it around his neck, then followed behind, pounding his waist with one hand.

Chu Wanfu said to her as he passed by: "Let's go across the street and talk."

He turned the doorknob and motioned for the two to go in.

There was a desk inside, with two staff members sitting next to it holding pens and paper. When they saw them come in, they sorted out the data more hurriedly.

Chu Wanfu asked, "Have you finished counting the supplies?"

"It will be ready soon!"

Chu Wanfu took out a piece of white paper and handed it to the doctor, asking him to write down what he needed and then go back to do his own thing.

Xia Yan pulled out a chair and sat near the stove, stretching out his hands to warm them.

A bright red light shone through the gap in the furnace cover, casting a clear arc on the ground.

Since the other party was preparing, she would not chase after them to ask, but just wait patiently.

In fact, she was also using the action of warming herself by the fire to look for useful items in the mall, adding them to the shopping cart in advance and purchasing them as needed later.

Within a dozen seconds, Chu Wanfu got the slightly wrinkled list of supplies and handed a copy to Xia Yan.

"The supplies we need right now are all up there. See how much you can provide."

It was written in great detail, from cotton coats and trousers to work shoes and hats, as well as matches, sugar, hot water bottles and towels, and even compressed biscuits and energy bars.

Seeing this, Xia Yan couldn't help but glance at Chu Wanfu, wondering if he had made such a request on purpose.

Chu Wanfu looked at her calmly and handed over the paper written by the doctor.

"This is the medicine list."

When Xia Yan took over and looked at it, he was immediately speechless.

She doesn't know a single word!

How could someone write by drawing a long series of similar circles in one stroke?

Unconvinced, she moved closer to the fire and tried to make out the words. After looking at them for a long time, she could not recognize anything except the word "glucose".

She returned the paper to Chu Wanfu and asked him to read it to her.

Chu Wanfu took it with a relaxed look and was about to speak, but then he was stunned.

Xia Yan held his chin and smiled.

Look, look, you don’t recognize it either.

Seeing him about to call someone over, she said, "No need to call, I don't have any medicine, including compressed biscuits and energy bars. I don't have any in stock."

She continued sarcastically, "If you don't even have medicine, where can I get it from?"

The scene was somewhat awkward.

The two staff members behind the desk tried their best to reduce their presence, and their hands were very light as they wrote.

Chu Wanfu placed the paper on the table, supporting it with his slender fingers. His eyes were deep and emotionless. "Indeed, if even I don't have it, what's the point of looking for you? Forgive me for seeking help from all sorts of people."

"No, I understand."

Xia Yan looked at him without blinking, and his frank and open attitude showed his sincerity.

In fact, what she said was true. There was no category for medicines in the mall. It should be that the system deliberately restricted her from interfering too much.

To this, Xia Yan only wants to say one thing: System, you think too much, but she loves it very much.

Not providing energy bars and compressed biscuits was a clear indication of her intention. It was obvious that these survivors needed food more, and those two items were more practical in wartime, so Xia Yan naturally refused.

Not only that, she also had to put on a half-smile expression.

It was rare for someone to express disdain towards him so openly, and Chu Wanfu felt a pang in his heart.

After a pause, he said, "I'll find a way to get the medicine, and the supplies—"

"If it's just the quantity on the order, I can provide it, but there's no discount on the price."

"...Okay, give me the unit price and have the finance department calculate the total points."

Xia Yan took the pen and marked the price of each type after the quantity, and handed it to them for calculation.

Taking advantage of this interval, Chu Wanfu arranged for someone to prepare boiled water and bowls, and took out a bag of crystal cores from the cabinet to recharge the points card. She then added supplies to the mall and placed an order as soon as the points arrived.

She swore to the system that she made very little money this time, and estimated that the profit from one order was only a small profit of 100,000 yuan.

Moreover, it was paid by the forces behind Chu Wanfu, so she felt very comfortable taking it.

The following process was very easy, and she delivered the goods after the points were credited to her account.

Cotton-padded clothes and the like were thick and took up space, so she started with light items, such as matches and sugar.

As she continued to take things out, Chu Wanfu laughed heartily and called a team of people to stand at the door to pass the supplies down.

"Supplies are being distributed!"

The survivors who were shivering in the corridors and on the stairs raised their heads, and a light flashed in their dim eyes.

The gray-green woven bag was wide open, and brand new cotton coats and trousers were delivered to them.

With their chicken claw-like hands tightly grasping their dry, warm cotton coats, they stood up tremblingly and dragged off their wet clothes with great effort.

At this moment, regardless of gender, no one had any distracting thoughts, and the staff were running around to help.

The water in the pot has been boiled, and bags of white sugar as fine as gravel are poured in. The iron spoon stirs it a few times, and after it is fully melted, it is poured into a bowl.

"The sugar soup is ready! One bowl per person, be careful it's hot!"

Another pot of boiled, not-so-clean water was poured into a hot water bottle.

"There's a hot water bottle here!"

The survivors who finally recovered moved their bodies, leaving a 'life passage' in the corridors and stairs.

Staff members who were anxious to save lives passed by me quickly, and the sound of supplies being distributed came from above my head, anxious but not panicked.

Everyone is trying to help them.

There was a choking sob in their throats and tears seeping from the corners of their eyes. They turned sideways and wiped them away.

"General Chu, I am donating one thousand thick insulation mats in the name of the resort hotel."

Xia Yan looked for a long time and then spoke calmly.

"Boss Xia?!"

"On behalf of all the survivors, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to you!!"

Chu Wanfu saluted her solemnly, and the two staff members standing behind him also saluted with admiration.

She nodded and accepted it graciously.

All the beds in the hospital were used by seriously ill patients, and the space ability users also took out camp beds, mattresses and other warm items. Even so, most of the survivors were still sitting on the cold ground.

Even if you change into dry clothes, as long as your butt is cold, your whole body will not be warm.

Thick insulation pads are definitely life-saving items that can be used in emergencies.

When the insulation mats printed with the resort hotel logo were distributed one by one, the survivors couldn't wait to sit on them, hug the hot water bottle to their abdomen, pull the hat on their head to the lowest position, tuck their feet and noses into their collars, greedily sniffing the warm air, and as their nerves relaxed, fatigue came over them like a tidal wave, and they fell asleep in a daze.

No noise, no noise, just quiet.

Chu Wanfu breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and said to her:

"Boss Xia, actually I have something else I want to discuss with you."

Xia Yan said: "What a coincidence, I also have something to tell you."