Chapter 95 I See You as 250
Huang Ya looked worried: "The hospital is running out of medicine, and the wards are full."
If more people get infected, they'll have to live in the corridor.
Just when everyone was frowning in worry, good news came from the compound.
Hao Mei took a megaphone and organized everyone to collect honeycomb briquettes.
The bridge was finally repaired, and supplies were delivered.
The service center is also open and operating normally.
Song Zhan was secretly delighted. Great! He wouldn't have to eat from the same pot anymore.
Then he can continue making noodles for his wife.
Shen Wanjun said, "Dr. Huang, now that the road is open, the medicine should be able to be delivered soon, right?"
Huang Ya shook his head, "The main problem is that the hospital... lacks sufficient funding."
Everything was planned out, but suddenly so many people caught a cold, and there wasn't enough medicine to go around.
Resubmitting the purchase order will take a long time for approval, and by the time it arrives, it will be too late.
Distant water cannot quench immediate thirst.
Shen Wanjun thought for a moment and said, "Then... how about we hold a fundraising event?"
"Fundraising?"
"Yes, we'll raise money for medical expenses, and then we'll buy the medicine ourselves."
Medicines in military compounds generally come from four sources:
First, the General Logistics Department will allocate the supplies in a unified manner and distribute them level by level according to the demand plan.
Military pharmaceutical factories directly produce basic medicines and military-grade medical supplies.
Secondly, it relied on local support, with state-owned pharmaceutical companies opening up off-plan allocations.
The process is quite complex and requires multiple levels of approval.
Third, it relies on internal preparation, with hospitals mixing their own simple medications.
Examples include topical iodine tincture, mercurochrome, saline solution, glucose solution, Banlangen granules, and Bupleurum injection.
Shen Wanjun is now talking about the fourth method: buying it yourself with your own money.
She has a lot of money in her storage space, but she can't use it directly.
We could raise some money through fundraising.
Huang Ya thought for a moment and said, "This is a good idea, but I don't know if everyone is willing to contribute money."
"Go out! How can we not go out?"
Song Juan said, "Anyone who isn't proactive in doing good deeds has a problem with their thinking."
Even so, donating even a penny is still considered a good deed.
In these kinds of situations, there are always ways to circumvent policies, and ultimately, it all comes down to everyone's willingness.
Huang Ya said, "I will submit a drug shortage report first."
Shen Wanjun went straight out, pulled Hao Mei into the house, and told her what had just happened.
Hao Meiyi replied without hesitation, "I will go and convene a Party Committee meeting immediately."
The broadcast came on again in the afternoon, announcing that the Party Committee had approved the fundraising campaign.
A makeshift donation point was set up in the compound, with the words "Voluntary Support for Sanitation Construction" written on it.
After discussing it with Song Zhan, Shen Wanjun donated 200 yuan.
Song Zhan's salary for a little over a month is neither a lot nor a little.
Shen Wanjun originally intended to donate more, but Song Zhan objected, saying, "Donating too much isn't a good thing."
There are many twists and turns in this matter. How can a battalion commander donate so much? What are the regimental commanders and other high-ranking officers supposed to do?
Shen Wanjun's act of donating money has set a good example for everyone.
Gao Xiaoman's first reaction upon hearing this was that Shen Wanjun was putting on an act again.
Is she a histrionic personality? She seems to be everywhere.
“We’ll just donate 10 yuan as a token,” Gao Xiaoman said to Zhang Guoqing.
Zhang Guoqing disagreed: "Song Zhanjia donated 200 yuan, and you want me to donate 1 yuan? That won't do."
As a fellow battalion commander, he was unwilling to be outdone by Song Zhan.
"I'll donate 250 yuan," Zhang Guoqing said, trying to outdo Song Zhan.
"You look like an idiot."
Gao Xiaoman threw her pillow; she had been constipated lately.
Huang Ya's folk remedy was to massage the abdomen or directly rub the anus with one's hands.
Gao Xiaoman asked Zhang Guoqing to rub her stomach. Zhang Guoqing initially declined, saying he didn't know how, but after she kept asking, he just gave her a few perfunctory rubs.
Gao Xiaoman then asked Zhang Guoqing to help her scoop it out, to which he replied with disgust, "It's disgusting."
His hands are for carrying guns on the battlefield, not for that kind of thing.
Gao Xiaoman was devastated, and now Zhang Guoqing insisted on donating so much money, which infuriated her.
"Where would we get so much money? If we donate it, are we going to starve?"
Gao Xiaoman roared, "Can you bear to see me suffer and toil? Can you bear to see your son unable to afford milk powder in the future?"
Zhang Guoqing thought for a moment and said, "It's not much, just two months' salary of mine."
"Why feed the baby formula? Breast milk is the way to go."
Gao Xiaoman: "I don't want to breastfeed."
Breastfeeding will cause your breasts to sag and become like bags, which looks terrible.
"You're a mother, and you don't feed your child? Aren't you making yourself a laughingstock?"
Zhang Guoqing felt that she was being somewhat unreasonable.
Gao Xiaoman said with a laugh, "If you're not afraid your child will starve to death, why would I be afraid of being laughed at?"
"I can't be bothered with you." Zhang Guoqing stood up irritably. "Donate as much as you want."
Anyway, the money was all in Gao Xiaoman's hands, so he was just offering a suggestion; the decision was hers.
Gao Xiaoman ultimately donated 20 yuan.
A piece of paper was hung in the courtyard, listing the amounts of donations made by everyone.
Song Zhan and Zhang Guoqing's names are listed together, one for 200 yuan and the other for 20 yuan.
The contrast is obvious.
Although no one said anything, Zhang Guoqing felt ashamed every time he passed by that place.
Later, he secretly took out his savings and added 180 yuan.
The person keeping the books added a zero to the amount column.
Zhang Guoqing breathed a sigh of relief, finally feeling his face less burning.
But soon, the face he had painstakingly salvaged was overshadowed again.
After the bridge was repaired, Shen Wanjun's reward was also delivered.
Because he caught Special Agent W on the train, he was rewarded with 1,000 yuan and a bicycle.
The compound's public address system broadcast this news for three consecutive days.
The auditorium held its second plenary meeting to publicly commend Shen Wanjun and Dang Xianghong for their work in handling the special case.
This is the second time the two have received this honor.
In no time, the two of them once again became prominent figures in the compound.
"No wonder they were able to catch Special W last time; they caught him on the train before."
"Comrade Shen looks delicate, but I didn't expect her to be so capable."
"They've got some skills."
Shen Wanjun received the money and donated it immediately without even letting it warm up.
Dang Xianghong also donated 1,000 yuan.
Having too much money on hand makes it easy for others to covet it; donating it can save a lot of trouble.
Hao Mei was overjoyed and personally came to thank Shen Wanjun.
"Comrade Shen, you are truly a lucky star for our compound."
Last time they provided food to everyone free of charge, and this time they donated so much money.
The thought of how she had doubted Shen Wanjun time and again made Hao Mei feel so ashamed that she wanted to crawl into a hole.
"Comrade Shen, I was wrong about what happened before."
"It's alright, it's all in the past," Shen Wanjun said calmly.
In just three days, the compound raised more than 5,000 yuan. After the logistics department checked the existing medicine inventory, it approved Huang Ya's purchase order.
Early the next morning, Huang Ya personally drove his Jeep out.
Song Juan made some hot steamed buns and stuffed them into his bag.
"Be careful, go early and come back early."
Huang Ya laughed and said, "Remember to study. I'll test you when I get back, so don't be lazy."
Song Juan nodded seriously, "Don't worry."
She's not the kind of person who would slack off; she has a weak foundation and has to study like crazy.
Huang Yagang left, and Bai Lu arrived.
As usual, she brought over some malted milk powder and placed it on the table.
I sniffed, then couldn't help but sneeze, splashing everywhere.
She took out a handkerchief and said, "I'm sorry, I have a cold."
Song Juan was very dissatisfied: "You don't even cover your mouth when you sneeze, don't infect my sister-in-law."
She reads so many books that she feels like there are germs everywhere in the house.
She used to wipe the table once a day, but now she has to spend a long time cleaning it every morning and evening.
Upon hearing her words, Bai Lu discreetly and secretly threw the tissue she was using to wipe her nose under the table.
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