After a while, the friends in the compartment walked to the side of the bus.

Hua Mi walked into the bus to feel it, took out a few pieces of oilcloth from her large satchel and gave them to the garrison, and said very politely:

"Excuse me, please remove all the seats on this bus and help me wrap the corners of the bus with this oilcloth to prevent rain and draft from leaking in."

Looking at Ye Rong and others who were carrying Tang You into the car, Hua Mi explained again:

"Clean Tang You's body and apply some ethanol, analgesic powder, and hemostatic gel."

While talking, Hua Mi took out these things from his bag.

Everyone was busy under her command. Xiaofu watched the garrison remove the seats from the bus. She hurriedly stepped forward, spread the tarpaulin Hua Mi gave her on the ground, and knitted two pieces of fabric made by her mother Ye Rong.

The bed was covered with fine mats on the floor.

The 12-year-old Dafu also helped, spreading the quilt and mattress on the mat, and helped the adults carefully move Cao Feng and Tang You to lie down on the mattress.

Seeing how busy they were, Hua Mi simply went out for a walk, ran to her RV, avoided everyone's sight, and loaded half the car's worth of tarpaulin into the Shuangtuo RV.

She asked the garrison to find a sewing machine and placed it in the RV. She called Ye Rong over and asked Ye Rong to help put on some raincoats.

Each piece of tarpaulin measures 2 meters

Just drill a few holes and tie them with mat grass.

Ye Rong smiled and waved her hand,

"Fortunately, I can do these handicrafts. Otherwise, Miss Hua, where would you find someone like me?"

She and Ah Fu were both at the bottom of society. Before the end of the world, they relied on their crafts to support their families. Ah Fu drove a truck, and she made handicrafts and set up a stall to sell them.

It's just a sewing machine. How can it be more difficult than knitting a mat?

Hua Mi had a smile on her face and said,

"Thank you so much. It's a good thing that I met such a handy person like you."

Seeing how sweet and salty she looked, it was really hard to connect her with the vixen who beat people.

Looking at Ye Rong, she is indeed very skillful with her hands. While talking to Hua Mi, she had already pulled off a piece of tarpaulin and stepped on a raincoat.

Moreover, practice makes perfect. Ye Rong stepped on the raincoat faster and faster. After a while, there was a pile of raincoats on the ground.

Hua Mi quickly stepped forward and folded them, placing them on an empty shelf under the awning. When a certain amount was accumulated, she asked the garrison to send them to the rescue line.

This was not donated by her, but sold to the rescue team. One piece costs about 150 yuan, of which 50 yuan is considered labor cost!

Hua Mi was thinking about it. The quality of her tarpaulin was good. She had just seen it. The tarpaulin covering the outside of the bus was wet on the outside, but there was no moisture at all on the inside.

There's still a little bit of heat.

I guess if you put it on your body, it can also be used as a thermal blanket.

So she sold it to the rescue team for 150 apiece, so it must be worth that price.

She reported the price to Gong Yi, but Gong Yi didn't reply, so she accepted it by default and had no objection to the price.

Soon, Ye Rong stepped on more than half of the tarpaulin of the RV. Before Ye Rong finished stepping on it, someone came to the door.

"Excuse me, is Miss Hua here?"

Hua Mi was placing mineral water on the shelf outside the RV. She turned around wearing a raincoat and asked:

"What's up?"

The woman who was found knelt on the wet ground with her knees banging, crying,

"Miss Hua, I saw it in the emergency area. You have an unusual relationship with that big shot. I, I think you can give my child some medicine. He, he was dug out of the rubble, and he was covered in blood.

"

While in the emergency area, Hua Mi dared to openly challenge Qin Ziran, but he left without any injuries.

This is a manifestation of ability.

"Miss Hua, you also know what it's like in the emergency area now. The doctors and nurses are extremely busy, and they don't have any medicines. The emergency area can't even get out any medical supplies."

The woman cried pitifully. She put her hands on the ground, her forehead touching the concrete floor, and kowtowed.

Within two strokes, he knocked blood from his forehead.

"I have no choice, Miss Hua, I know you are not an ordinary person. I beg you, can you give me some medicine? Anti-inflammatory, hemostatic, anything."

Hua Mi turned sideways to avoid the woman's fierce kowtow, and said calmly:

"I can give you medicine. The only anti-inflammatory is ethanol. The only anti-inflammatory is hemostatic gel and sterile gauze. But I don't give you these for free."

The woman understood instantly, she cried,

"You can do anything you want me to do, Miss Hua, you can do anything you want me to do."

At this time, medical resources were extremely scarce. How could she ask Hua Mi to give it to her in vain? There would definitely be a price to pay.

No matter what the price is, whether she is asked to kill people and set fires, or to manage by hidden rules, or to be stationed at the top, the woman is willing to do anything.

In front of my eyes, a QR code suddenly appeared

"One item costs 1,000 yuan, three items cost 3,000 yuan, no discount."

Hua Mi quoted a price expressionlessly, and looking at the woman's astonishment, she motioned for her to scan the code.

"Scan the code with one hand and deliver the goods with the other hand."

Women think things are too complicated. In fact, how can garrison be so complicated?

She hurriedly took out her mobile phone and trembled, and scanned 30,000 yuan for Hua Mi, sobbing.

"I, I will buy 10 pieces, thank you, Miss Hua, thank you."

At this time, who cares about their own money? Even if the same medicine costs 10,000 yuan, a woman will buy it.

Hua Mi looked at the [Doomsday Supermarket - Cashier System] and saw that 30,000 was recorded. She looked at the woman with a half-smile,

"My medicine is too powerful, you bought too much."

Let’s not talk about anything else, just the hemostatic gel. After applying it to two grown men, Cao Feng and Tang You, there was still half a tube left.

At present, both of them seem to have a layer of transparent skin all over their bodies. The bleeding has stopped, but the transparent layer has not 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 hemostatic gels from the large shoulder bag.

The woman left with a lot of gratitude, wiping tears as she left. She was worried that her son would not survive.

Ye Rong, who was working on the sewing machine in the RV, saw this and said to Hua Mi with a worried look:

"Miss Hua, if you don't have much medical supplies, don't sell them. This woman who comes to buy medicine will not be the last."

Everyone knows that Hua Mi and Gong Yi have an unusual relationship. Now that Gong Yi has powerfully seized the management and command of the medical center, there will definitely be many people coming to Hua Mi to buy medical supplies to use their connections.

Everyone thought that the garrison would have medical supplies.

But only Ye Rong and others knew that the garrison's resources in this area were even scarcer than those of the management.

Today is the first time I entered V after a long time. Compared to the past, my age, experience, and mood have all changed a lot.

For a while, I wondered if I had exhausted my talents. The words I wrote were no longer liked, and I received a lot of negative comments.

I looked at the story I wrote with disgust, and even myself was disgusted with it.

The original intention of writing this article was not that lofty. It was purely because I had to eat dirt in reality. In addition, my editor called me several times and asked me to come out and write about the apocalypse.

I looked at the readers' messages on the writer's backstage, and thought for a while, I might as well write. Even though I wasn't loved in real life, during the days when I was missing, people would leave me messages on the backstage every day.

On the Internet, I am still remembered, even if it is a small group, even if there are only a few here and there, it still gives me great power.

Having said so much, I actually just want to say, don’t underestimate every message you leave. The accumulation of these messages can illuminate a hesitant me about the road ahead.

Above all, thank you to everyone who cares about me.
Chapter completed!