At times like these, who cares about their own money? Even a single medicine would be bought by a woman.
Hua Mi noticed the money had been deposited into the [Apocalypse Supermarket - POS System], and looked at the woman with a half-smile.
"My medicine is too strong, you bought too much."
Putting everything else aside, just take the hemostatic gel. After applying it to two grown men, Cao Feng and Tang You, there was still half a tube left.
Currently, both of them have what looks like a transparent layer of skin all over their bodies. The bleeding has stopped, but the transparent membrane hasn't fallen off.
Hua Mi got into the RV, took a net bag, and took out 10 bottles of ethanol, 10 rolls of sterile gauze, and 10 tubes of hemostatic gel from her large shoulder bag.
The woman left, thanking everyone profusely, wiping away tears as she went, worried that her son wouldn't survive.
Seeing this, Ye Rong, who was operating the sewing machine inside the RV, said to Hua Mi with a worried expression:
"Miss Hua, if you don't have many medical supplies left, don't sell them. This woman who came to buy medicine won't be the last one."
Everyone knows that Hua Mi and Gong Yi have an unusual relationship. Now that Gong Yi has forcefully seized control of the medical center, there will definitely be many people coming to Hua Mi to use their connections to buy medical supplies.
Everyone assumed there would be medical supplies at the garrison.
But only Ye Rong and others knew that the garrison had even fewer resources in this regard than the management.
Today marks my first time entering the VIP section after a long time. Compared to the past, I have changed a great deal in terms of age, experience, and mindset.
For a while, I wondered if I had run out of creative ideas, and that my writing was no longer appreciated and received a lot of negative feedback.
I looked at the story I had written with disdain, and even despised myself to the point of disgust.
The initial intention behind writing this article wasn't anything lofty; it was simply because I was about to starve in real life, plus my editor had called me several times, asking me to write about the apocalypse.
I looked at the reader comments on the author's backend, thought about it, and decided to write anyway. Even though I'm not loved in real life, during the days I was missing, people left me messages on the backend every day.
Even online, I am still remembered, albeit by a small minority, but they have given me immense strength.
What I'm trying to say is that you shouldn't underestimate any of your comments. These comments, when accumulated, can illuminate the path ahead for someone like me who is feeling lost.
Thank you to everyone who thought of me.
(End of this chapter)
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