Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 38 Stockpiling Supplies in the City

Jiang Shi'an stood in front of her without saying a word, "The conditions here are not suitable for testing the condition of the internal organs. According to the time you mentioned, this thing grows very quickly. Even if we can remove it all, there may still be larvae."

If medical equipment were available, he would be willing to try and study this mutated organism along the way; in this case, it is advisable to give up.

If you insist on dragging it out, you can still get data, but the person will suffer greatly, and in the end, there will be no chance of saving them.

He didn't want to do that in front of Song Jinhe.

"What do you mean? We've waited so long, and we still can't save him?" The woman next to him cried. "But... you haven't even tried. How can you give up? He left the rest of his water and food for me and the child. The day before yesterday, he wasn't feeling well, but he still ran around helping everyone."

Cheng Yan sighed. He had seen this kind of scene many times in the hospital before, but there was nothing he could do.

Jiang Shi'an has already said it, so he has no more to say.

"Let's not drag this on any longer; he's in a lot of pain," Cheng Yan advised.

Song Jinhe stood behind and tried to sense the situation with her talent. She was shocked to find that the man had more than one type of parasite. Red threadworms were also eating away at his body.

Even if she assisted in the treatment, it would be difficult to perform such a complex surgery under these conditions, and there were also worm eggs that she couldn't detect.

They walked out of Building 11, and not long after, even louder crying erupted from inside after they said their goodbyes.

After the body was cremated, it needed to be buried. After Uncle Li and Zhao Yanzhou finished handling the matter, they went to Cheng Yan to ask him about it. They learned that the body had been hollowed out by insects. Everyone gasped in shock. Those who had drunk the river water earlier were sweating profusely and hurriedly went to Cheng Yan to ask him to take a look.

"Is there any way to control the insects? They're growing like crazy in this weather, and I'm worried they might come out of the sewers. Pouring boiling water is just a temporary fix," Uncle Li said worriedly.

This isn't sensationalism; it's actually quite possible. Song Jinhe was just thinking about it.

If the sewer system is completely sealed off from the septic tank, the waste left behind after physiological needs cannot be disposed of, which will eventually lead to the growth of bacteria.

“Snail shells, seashells, and snails burned with wood ash make quicklime,” Song Jinhe said. “The lakeside in the resort area was mostly flooded before, so you should be able to find a lot of snails there. But don’t eat them indiscriminately. We’ve seen zombies with snails on their faces in the city.”

You have to go to chemical supply and building materials stores to find quicklime; it's not available within dozens of kilometers.

From the day she discovered the insects, Song Jinhe poured salt into several sewer openings, along with insecticides, disinfectants, and mugwort, using them in rotation.

She could only do this because she had a lot of stock; no one else could possibly carry dozens of bags of salt and several large barrels of disinfectant and run away during the apocalypse.

"When we go into the city, we will check if there is any quicklime, because our production capacity is too small."

Hearing Song Jinhe say this, Uncle Li nodded, "Okay, I'll bring a few people tomorrow to see if we can make some ourselves."

"Can I come into the city with you tomorrow?" Zhao Yanzhou asked. "I came from the flooded area of ​​the city, so I know the situation there."

“No problem.” Song Jinhe nodded.

At her suggestion, the people who went out to find supplies disguised their vehicles to make it look like they had been wandering outside for a long time.

They refueled in advance, prepared their weapons, and set off early the next morning. Zhang Yi stayed home, while Song Jinhe left her food and Molotov cocktails.

Once in the car, Song Jinhe still wore her old clothes over her clean ones, but when she saw Jiang Shi'an dressed smartly next to her, she suddenly felt that her disguise was a bit redundant, but she didn't change.

This time, her destination was near the hospital she had mentioned earlier.

Two months later, returning here, the stench in the air was even more oppressive and unpleasant.

There were too many corpses blocking the road, making it difficult to drive; they had to walk. Fortunately, it was only a few steps away. Zhuang Ting and his group, however, didn't have this problem because they were driving an SUV and headed straight for the police station ahead.

"It's so much more fun in an off-road vehicle. It'll make moving supplies much easier later," the person in the vehicle said with a smile.

"That's right. Brother Zhuang's car used to be very expensive. I couldn't afford it even if I worked my whole life."

The corpses on the ground were mostly dead, and Song Jinhe dealt with the occasional zombie quickly.

"Now I finally understand why your team sent out a girl who looks quite thin."

Zhao Yanzhou, who was about to go up and help, hadn't even gotten there when he saw Song Jinhe, expressionless, kick the head of the zombie on the ground that had opened its mouth to bite her, turning it askew.

This girl's reaction speed is too fast.

Cheng Yan pursed his lips, recalling a phrase as he looked at the half-dead zombie with its eyes wide open—"Why did you provoke her?"

This street is bustling because it is close to the hospital. There are fast food restaurants, small supermarkets and pharmacies, and a little further back there are gas stations and convenience stores.

"There are three pharmacies over there, let's go take a look." Cheng Yan approached Zhao Yanzhou, making room for Song Jinhe to make a zero-yuan purchase.

I didn't realize it at first, but then I thought about it and realized that it was impossible for Song Jinhe to carry so many Molotov cocktails with her.

Since talent exists, perhaps she has a second talent.

Those who are close to each other know this without asking too many questions, but outsiders should still be kept in the dark.

Song Jinhe and Jiang Shi'an went to the seed shop first. Other places may have been looted. When seed shops and basic survival supplies are not guaranteed, few people will come here.

Take a little of everything you see, especially easy-to-grow crops like potatoes and pumpkins.

There are also shops selling livestock feed and medicines nearby. Theoretically, some medicines are suitable for both humans and animals, so you might need them if you raise some chickens, ducks, or pigs in the future. These things don't take up much space.

Song Jinhe used a crowbar to open the half-closed, jammed back door, and her eyes lit up as she walked over.

That's a small truck! A small truck delivering goods to that convenience store chain up ahead!

The boxes at the back haven't been opened yet!

With a mix of excitement and trepidation, Song Jinhe took a few steps forward before stopping. "The door next to the truck wasn't closed. There were a dozen or so zombies inside, all of them in relatively good condition."

A healthy body means greater flexibility and strength.

This truck seemed to be an attachment to the zombies; they would be discovered as soon as they passed by.

They can't fire here; if they do, the surrounding zombies will swarm them. Jiang Shi'an's sniper rifle, for the sake of accuracy, doesn't have a silencer.

Two people, without guns or Molotov cocktails, are fighting hand-to-hand with a group of zombies in a narrow alley, with a dead end ahead. Even risking their lives, they might not be able to win.

"Should we fight?" Song Jinhe hesitated. If all else failed, she would call the others over. It was better to see the items than to be unable to access them.

"What's the situation upstairs in the houses on both sides?" Jiang Shi'an asked.

Song Jinhe retreated into the room and answered softly, "Seven or eight zombies are locked inside the house, with protective netting on top, so they won't come out. There are also four or five wandering outside."

(End of this chapter)