The management system in the town area couldn't produce another dose of medicine.
One injured survivor after another was carried into the emergency room; several batches of people were brought in every day.
However, the mortality rate among the injured gradually decreased.
The surviving wounded passed down the story by word of mouth:
Ethanol, once applied, will immediately reduce inflammation even on the most red and swollen wounds.
Take one painkiller and feel no pain all over your body.
Apply a thin layer of this hemostatic gel to immediately stop bleeding and form a film.
Sterile gauze that will absolutely prevent secondary infection after being wrapped.
Where can I buy it?
In the plaza of the rescue center, the owner of the RV selling bottled water is Sister Hua, who previously assaulted the grassroots administrator.
These medicines are a bit pricey and limited in quantity, but their effects are exceptionally good.
If used sparingly, the same medical supplies can last a long time.
It's important to know that most of the patients in this emergency room were dug out of the earthquake rubble and suffered external injuries.
With these medical supplies, external injuries are no problem at all.
More and more people are going to Hua Mi's RV to buy medicine.
Ye Rong, who was already overwhelmed with the sewing machine, had to send Dafu and Xiaofu along to help sell water and medicine.
Hua Mi is making a fortune every day, and he can't stop smiling.
The injured would sneak out of the emergency room every day, like smugglers, to buy medicine, and then they would laugh themselves silly.
As for the extent of the shortage of medical supplies in the emergency room, that's something for management to worry about.
No one would go out of their way to tell Qin Ziran that they had already bought the miraculous medicine from Hua Mi.
Just because Gong Yi took away the power to manage order at the ambulance center doesn't mean the management can stop doing their job.
The management should still make the necessary purchases, and the money owed to the garrison supply depot should still be repaid.
In the continuous drizzle, Dafu and Xiaofu saw off several limping injured people and welcomed another person.
But this person didn't follow the usual path; he came to Hua Mi's stall, but didn't buy water or medicine.
"Boss, I saw you have waterproof tarpaulins from a distance. Do you sell your waterproof tarpaulins?"
"Selling, 200 each, 2x1.5M size."
Hua Mi readily agreed. In a level 7 factory, waterproof tarpaulins can be produced in unlimited quantities. If they are available for sale, why not?
"Only 2x1.5M? That's too small and too expensive."
The newcomer, propping his head up, didn't haggle with Hua Mi. He only glanced at Ye Rong inside the RV, operating a sewing machine and the neatly folded raincoat, and sighed.
"Forget it, I won't buy it. This price is outrageous."
He said that, then turned and left.
He was muttering curses and saying that Hua Mi was a shrewd businessman.
Inside the RV, Ye Rong, who felt a bit dry for some reason, looked at Hua Mi with a helpless expression.
"Your waterproof tarpaulin is of good quality, but at 200 yuan a sheet, no one will buy it. The most expensive waterproof tarpaulin usually only costs around ten yuan."
Hua Mi stood at the door of the RV, folding the waterproof tarpaulin in her hands, and let out a "tsk" sound.
"Take it or leave it. What can you buy with 200 yuan these days?"
When cabbages cost tens of thousands of yuan and fever reducers cost millions of yuan, they will realize that 200 yuan is really nothing.
The drizzle was still falling from the sky; it had been raining for days and nights, and everyone walking on the street was soaked.
Moisture seems to be everywhere, constantly seeping into the room. The floor always seems wet, and it gets dirty in no time if you walk on it.
The earthquake continued to spread, but in the past few days, there have been no reports of earthquakes occurring anywhere in Xiangcheng.
On the contrary, outside Xiangcheng, there are villages everywhere that have been affected by the earthquake.
Many people are saying that the earthquake is like a contagious disease, with neighboring cities starting to dance together, one city infecting another, everyone holding hands and having a blast.
Outside Xiangcheng, Gong Yi, his hands covered in blood, moved a large rock, shone a powerful flashlight into the ruins, and called out.
"Use the life detector."
He turned around, and the person behind him immediately stepped forward with a life detector.
Gong Yi found a spot and sat down to rest in the rain.
A lifeguard, wearing a waterproof tarpaulin cloak, approached mysteriously.
"Boss, I've discovered something amazing."
Gong Yi looked up and saw the other person reach out a blood-soaked hand, grab Gong Yi's hand, and touch his back.
"What are you doing?"
Gong Yi quickly withdrew his hand, looking at the lifeguard in front of him with a puzzled expression.
The young man smiled mysteriously:
"Boss, touch your back again, is it dry?"
Reminded by him, Gong Yi touched his back and looked at the young man in front of him with surprise, asking:
"Dried?"
The rain kept falling, the atmosphere wasn't very harmonious, and everyone was soaking wet.
Even staying at home, it's still damp.
Not to mention the lifeguards who were still rummaging through the rubble.
Needless to say, his whole body was soaked, even his underwear was wet.
However, their backs were completely dry.
The young man, wearing a waterproof tarpaulin cloak, touched his backside and exclaimed in surprise:
"Boss, the back of my underwear is dry, but the front is wet."
Gong Yi's expression was somewhat strange, and he secretly checked his underwear. His underwear was dry in the back but wet in the front.
Why is this happening?
The two of them looked at each other's cloaks at the same time.
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