Medical practice
It takes a long time to pile up earth to form a mountain.
Although Ye Miaomiao had gathered a lot of people and the team's strength had increased greatly, the closer they got to the center, the stronger the monsters became. Sometimes they would encounter B-level zombies while walking, and it would be difficult to complete the mission in a short time.
This meant that the plague remained untreatable, and medical supplies became increasingly scarce.
The day before yesterday, Zeng Wei failed to order a custom mask from "Grandma's Food." He thought he was asking too much, so he lowered his order to just a regular mask. He then spent two more days trying, but still couldn't find a seller.
He thought of the sick old man Li and was worried.
The plague is coming in full force. Not only do you need a mask to go out to work, but even if you stay at home, there is still a risk of contracting the disease, so you must take good protection.
The disease cannot be cured and masks are in short supply, what can we do?
It's not just Zeng Wei, many people have this concern.
As usual, Ye Miaomiao led the team to clear the area and returned to the territory before dark. They had killed three B-rank monsters in the past two days, a good harvest.
At night, Xu Lu found Ye Miaomiao and said, "Boss, a lot of people have asked me where to buy masks lately. They're out of stock everywhere."
She told Zeng Wei all of his worries, and Ye Miaomiao couldn't help but frown.
Benzoic acid sachets and alcohol were fine; the former only required Chinese herbs, easily wrapped in a piece of cloth. As a seasoned farmer and hoarder, Ye Miaomiao had no shortage of what could be grown in the fields, providing a near-limitless supply. The latter, however, could be produced on assembly lines in rudimentary factories, yielding astonishingly high yields.
Masks, however, have become scarce because they are consumables and can only be made by high-level skilled players.
"I see that 'Grandma's Food' receives the most orders because they have someone who specializes in tailoring, even though they don't have even basic skills. They're still able to make masks much faster without sacrificing quality. I wonder if garment factories could do the same, how much faster would they make masks..."
Ye Miaomiao was surprised: "Is it still possible?"
In fact, ever since learning about the accompanying disaster, Ye Miaomiao had been intentionally searching for pharmacies in every area while searching the Central District. The Central District was experiencing a zombie outbreak, and the zombie virus wasn't spread by saliva, so some pharmacies had a lot of masks left over, and Ye Miaomiao collected them all.
In addition to selling masks from the garment factory, Ye Miaomiao would also intentionally or unintentionally stock up on some masks.
There are actually many, many masks in the warehouse now, enough for the people of the entire territory to survive another associated disaster.
That’s the beauty of stockpiling.
However, Ye Miaomiao did not intend to rely entirely on stockpiling.
She thought for a moment and thanked Xu Lu: "I'll release some masks first so that people who can't buy masks can use them. Can you take me to see that 'Grandma's Food'?"
It was just after dinner time and the shop was still open. The two walked to the door of the shop, but before they even entered, they heard Apu shouting -
"I won't accept the order anymore, no matter how much money you offer!"
Ye Miaomiao frowned. It seemed that masks were really scarce.
The two walked straight in. Apu was busy cutting and said again that he would not accept orders. Before the two left, he finally looked up impatiently. Chad saw a face that could not be here. He rubbed his eyes and an idea flashed through his mind -
Is the territory so short of masks that even the lord has to buy them?
After explaining his purpose the next second, Apu was even more stunned——
He never imagined that the little thing he did while enjoying a free meal would become a big thing to speed up the production of masks!
Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately demonstrated it and handed the mask to Ye Miaomiao: "It's just a small thing. It would be great if I could help. Only when everyone wears a mask and is safe can we be safer."
Ye Miaomiao looked over the cut fabric again and again: "A temporary job?"
Apu didn't understand: "Huh?"
"Find a few people to specialize in cutting fabric and making semi-finished masks. I'll give you the raw materials, 1 point per semi-finished product, and you need to give me at least 200 masks a day. As for the rest, it's up to you how much you can earn."
Apu: "!" Just a simple cut, one point? He nodded immediately, "Sure! There are quite a few shop owners next door who have basic sewing skills. Although they can't make masks, they are good at this kind of simple cutting. I'll get them over here, and we can definitely make 200 copies!"
"The more the better." Ye Miaomiao patted his shoulder. "Let's see how your first batch does tomorrow. If you don't meet the standards, your points will be deducted."
"Don't worry, lord." Apu vowed. Although he is currently living off a "gift girl", he is not a "gift girl" himself. "I will definitely not let you down!"
After Ye Miaomiao left, Apu quickly recruited the unemployed tailor shop owners nearby and started making semi-finished products.
However, before he could finish the first batch, a large number of masks were already on the shelves of pharmacies - all of which were Ye Miaomiao's stockpiles.
Normally, pharmacies put the products on the shelves once every morning, and they are quickly sold out.
In the middle of the night, worried people saw the notice of the product launch in the group chat. They were initially uninterested, but suddenly saw the number following it - [Product inventory: 3000.]
How much more? Count carefully again, three zeros!
Everyone immediately became excited, and many people who had already crawled into bed got up and went to the pharmacy to buy it in the middle of the night.
Zeng Wei also hurried to buy it and came back satisfied.
"Each person is limited to buying four, and there's enough in stock for everyone," Zeng Wei exclaimed. "Finally, I don't have to run around looking for masks. I can go hunting tomorrow without worry. I heard some pharmacies in the Central District also have masks, so if I come across them, I won't have to worry about masks anymore!"
This is undoubtedly a virtuous cycle.
After Ye Miaomiao finished solving the problem of the masks, she went to the pharmacy to take a look at the sales of other medical supplies. It was not a big deal, but she found that the two NPCs in the pharmacy were too busy to handle both dispensing and selling medicines.
It's not just the pharmacies; the number of people with fevers exceeding 40 degrees Celsius has increased over the past two days. Although for some reason, the number of people infected with the disease is significantly lower compared to other territories, even these people are putting a heavy strain on the hospitals.
The entire healthcare system is understaffed!
Ye Miaomiao urgently bought a few NPCs to quench their thirst and solved the problem of insufficient manpower.
Each additional NPC in a building doubles the cost. The first few NPCs are indeed cheap, but the more you buy, the more expensive it becomes!
Ye Miaomiao: My heart aches.
We still have to train our own doctors.
With this thought in mind, she returned to her room and fell asleep early. Training doctors was certainly important, but what was more important right now was the trip to the Central District tomorrow morning.
Tomorrow, they will start the side quest!
Early the next morning, Ye Miaomiao set off with his men.
After the initial commotion, the entire territory fell silent again. No one was shouting, everyone kept a distance, and spoke using screens—
Old Li was critically ill last night.
Old Li attracted a lot of attention because he was the first to be diagnosed and the oldest.
In the forest, several people were chopping trees, picking berries and vines from a distance.
"Uncle Li was critically ill yesterday but he is now safe and sound. This shows that the plague is not that scary. Maybe it is not the plague at all." When talking about the most worrying thing recently, a man spoke in a relaxed tone, as if he was not concerned.
The other rolled his eyes. "Come on, this is a doomsday game. You're lucky the plague is just a minor illness! If it shows up, it's going to kill you! Uncle Li is fine, he's just lucky!"
The person in front suddenly choked and stopped talking. After experiencing so many disasters, those who underestimated it were already buried underground.
They were silent for a moment.
Sister Jin consoled him, "I heard the mission will begin today. If we get the technology, Uncle Li will be saved."
Who doesn't know this? Every night, the team members would share their progress in the group chat to reassure everyone. But with lives at stake, the worry still had to be there.
"We've got the technology, but we still need to research it." The man from earlier knew Sister Jin's good intentions, but couldn't help but say, "No one can guarantee such rapid research. Every day means a little more risk. Haven't you seen his son, Li Da? His hair is completely white in his thirties. How pitiful! Imagine if my mother was ill and her life was unknown, leaving me waiting aimlessly. Every minute is torture!"
This time Sister Jin was also silent——
She knew it all too well. Her mother had been working overtime to earn money, leading to her physical exhaustion and a negative state that caused her to faint. During that time, she was in a trance, unable to eat or drink, extremely lucid yet dreaming, always in that half-rational, half-anguished dream.
It's like a car that was moving smoothly but suddenly lost control of its brakes, continuing to climb towards a mountaintop that towers into the clouds. The car's speed is accelerating, but no one knows when it will hit the cliff. Whether it's a loved one or yourself in the car, it's always the feeling of powerlessness in the face of fate that brings it to the height of nightmare.
No one responded to the man's sharp words, and the air became even quieter.
The silence lasted until noon, when Sister Jin was the first to say goodbye.
She returned home to do some thorough cleaning, and soon after Aunt Li also returned home from get off work.
During dinner, Sister Jin brought up their morning conversation, and Aunt Li comforted her, "We were talking about that this morning! Do you remember the interstellar medical robot? They say it's already being used! No wonder nothing happened to Old Li."
Aunt Li was well-informed, so it couldn't be false. Sister Jin felt a little relieved, but—medical robots weren't for everyone, so what about everyone else?
After she inquired, Aunt Li exclaimed, "I just heard this morning that the college's medical programs like medicine and pharmacy are going to be waiving tuition! In the future, we'll have more people with advanced medical skills, so why would we need robots? The overlord understands long-term development, so don't worry about it, sister. This stir-fried broccoli is delicious, eat more! Make up for all the vegetables you didn't eat in the frozen snowfield."
Sister Jin hummed and took a bite of broccoli. "You're right, Mom. Eat salty radishes and worry less. They've been saying that all morning."
Every day she went to work, ate, and slept as usual. Even before the end of the world, when she found a comfortable job after graduation thanks to a relative, she lived like this. Four or five years passed in a flash, and she had become accustomed to this kind of life.
If the sky falls, there will always be tall people to hold it up. She only needs to worry about what she eats every day and whether she is warm.
But I don't know why, I feel inexplicably depressed.
At the dinner table, no matter what Aunt Li said, Sister Jin just perfunctorily responded, looking absent-minded. After finally finishing her meal, she suddenly put down her chopsticks.
"Mom, I've decided. I want to study medicine."
Aunt Li was about to respond with a smile, but when she realized what she said, her eyes widened.
What? Why did you decide so suddenly?
"Study...study medicine? Sister, let me tell you! Medical skills are much more difficult than sewing! And you'll be dealing with infectious patients! Is it to reduce tuition? Let's give it to those with a medical background!"
Sister Jin shook her head. "It's not about tuition. Mom, I've thought about it. Disasters won't stop. People are born, grow old, get sick, and die, but medical robots will eventually run out of useful life. What if you or I get sick? I don't want to feel that kind of despair and helplessness again."
"Mom, I hope both of us can live well. I want more people to survive without suffering hardships, and medical skills can help me realize my wish. Although studying medicine is difficult, compared to before the apocalypse, here I can increase my skill bar, so it's easier anyway. I have no reason not to try, otherwise I will feel guilty."
Aunt Li hadn't expected Sister Jin to say such a thing. At that moment, she seemed to recognize her daughter all over again, and she felt both proud and worried. She was proud of her daughter's lofty ideals, but worried about the difficult road ahead.
However, her support for her daughter outweighed her worries, and she nodded without hesitation: "Go if you want to. Mom supports you. Frontline workers must pay attention to their own safety first, so just remember that!"
Sister Jin nodded heavily: "Don't worry, Mom, I'm not stupid. I'll go check out the situation this afternoon. If I can really learn it, it's safe, and the benefits are good, then I'll do it."
Aunt Li finally felt relieved: "Yes, that's right. No matter what, your safety is the most important thing to me."
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