The Pregnant Mommy Survive on Unlimited Supplies-Chapter 49 - 0 You bought too much
Chapter 49: 049 You bought too much
Chapter 49: 049 You bought too much
Before long, the neighboring companions made their way to the bus.
Hua Mi stepped onto the bus to take a look around and, from her large shoulder bag, she fetched several pieces of oilcloth for the Garrison, speaking very politely,
“Would you mind taking out all the seats from this bus and covering every nook and cranny with this oilcloth? Just to make sure no rain or draft gets in.”
Then, turning to Ye Rong and the others who had carried Tang You onto the bus, Hua Mi instructed,
“Clean Tang You up a bit, apply some ethanol, pain relief powder, and hemostatic gel.”
While speaking, Hua Mi took these items out of her bag.
Under her direction, everyone was bustling about. Xiao Fu watched the Garrison tear out the bus seats; she hurried forward, laying down the waterproof oilcloth Hua Mi had given her, and she spread out two beautifully woven straw mats made by her mother, Ye Rong, on the ground.
Da Fu, at twelve, was also helping. He spread blankets and quilts on the mats, helping the adults move Cao Feng and Tang You onto the quilts with the utmost care.
Seeing them all busy, Hua Mi simply went out for a walk, headed to her own RV, avoiding everyone’s gaze, and loaded half a vehicle’s worth of waterproof oilcloth into the expandable RV.
She asked the Garrison to bring her a sewing machine, which she set up in the RV, and then called Ye Rong over, asking her to help sew some raincoats.
Each piece of waterproof oilcloth measured 2 meters by 1.5 meters, approximately the size of a slightly spacious single bed, and making raincoats was quite straightforward with a sewing machine; just stitch together two sleeves, form a hood, poke a few holes, and tie it up with straw matting.
Ye Rong smiled and waved her hands,
“It’s a good thing I can do these crafts, otherwise where would Miss Hua find someone like me?”
Both she and Ah Fu came from the lower strata of society, surviving on their crafts to feed their family before the apocalypse. Ah Fu drove a truck, while she made handicrafts to sell at the markets.
Just operating a sewing machine, how could that be harder than weaving a straw mat?
Hua Mi smiled and said,
“Thank you so much. It’s lucky to have met someone as skilled as you.”
Seeing her salty-sweet demeanor, it was hard to associate her with the vixen who fought others.
Looking at Ye Rong again, she really was skilled with her hands. While talking to Hua Mi, she had already grabbed a piece of waterproof oilcloth and finished sewing a raincoat.
And such work became more proficient with practice. Ye Rong’s speed at making raincoats increased, and before long, a pile of raincoats gathered on the floor.
Hua Mi quickly stepped forward to fold them neatly and placed them under the sheltered rack, storing up a certain amount before entrusting their delivery to the front line of the rescue operation.
This was not a donation; she was selling these to the rescue team at… 150 pieces each, including 50 for labor costs!
Hua Mi calculated; her waterproof oilcloth was of good quality indeed. She had observed earlier that the oilcloth covering the outside of the bus was damp on the exterior but completely dry on the interior.
It even retained some warmth.
Probably, it would serve as a thermal blanket when draped over someone.
So selling them to the rescue team for 150 a piece, they were surely worth that price.
She reported the price to Gong Yi, and with no response back, that meant tacit approval, implying there were no issues with the price set.
Soon, Ye Rong had sewn through a good portion of the oilcloth in the RV, and before she finished, a visitor came looking,
“Excuse me, is Miss Hua here?”
Hua Mi, who was arranging mineral water on the shelf outside the RV, turned around in her raincoat and asked,
“What’s the matter?”
The woman who had come fell to her knees with a “thump” on the damp ground, crying out,
“Miss Hua, I saw you in the emergency area; your relationship with that important figure is extraordinary. I, I hope you can give my child some medicine. He, he was dug out from the rubble covered in blood.”
When she was in the emergency area, Hua Mi had openly defied Qin Ziran, but she left unscathed.
That was a demonstration of her ability.
“You know what the emergency area is like now, Miss Hua. The medical staff are overwhelmed and there’s no medicine. Even a small amount of medical supplies can’t be found there.”
The woman cried pitifully, with her hands on the ground, forehead knocking against the cement floor, thump, thump, thump.
In no time, she had bloodied her own forehead.
“I really have no other choice, Miss Hua. I know you’re not an ordinary person. I beg you, can you give me a little medicine? Anti-inflammatory, hemostatic, anything will do.”
Hua Mi stepped aside, avoiding the woman’s fierce kowtowing, and said in a mild tone:
“I can give you the medicine; for anti-inflammatory, I only have ethanol, and for hemostasis, there’s hemostatic gel, along with sterile gauze. But if I give these to you, it’s not for free.”
The woman understood immediately and cried out,
“I’ll do anything, Miss Hua, anything you ask.”
At a time like this, when medical resources are extremely scarce, how could she expect Hua Mi to give it to her for free? Of course, there would be a price to pay.
No matter what the cost, whether it involved killing, arson, or dealing with under-the-table rules and garrison higher-ups, the woman was willing to do anything.
Suddenly, a QR code appeared before her…
“One thousand for each, three thousand for three, no discount.”
Hua Mi stated the price with an expressionless face, watching as the woman was shocked. She gestured for the woman to scan the code,
“Hand over the payment as you scan, and you’ll get the goods.”
The woman was overthinking it; where in the garrison would things be so complicated?
She quickly fumbled for her phone with trembling hands and paid Hua Mi 30,000, sobbing,
“I’ll buy ten of each item, thank you, Miss Hua. Thank you.”
Who cares about her money at a time like this? Even if one item was 10,000, the woman would buy it.
Hua Mi looked at the “apocalypse supermarket – Cashier System” reflecting an income of 30,000, and with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, she looked at the woman,
“The effects of my medicine are strong; you’ve bought too much.”
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Not to mention anything else, just take the hemostatic gel for example; it was enough for Cao Feng and Tang You, two big men, and still half a tube was left.
Now both of them looked as if they had grown a layer of transparent skin; the bleeding had stopped, but that transparent layer still hadn’t come off.
Hua Mi got onto the RV, took a net bag, and pulled out 10 bottles of ethanol, 10 rolls of sterile gauze, and 10 tubes of hemostatic gel from a large shoulder bag.
The woman walked away with a thousand thanks, wiping her tears as she went, worried about her son’s survival.
Inside the RV, Ye Rong, who was working at the sewing machine, looked at Hua Mi with concern and said,
“Miss Hua, if you don’t have much in the way of medical supplies, you shouldn’t sell them. This woman who came to buy medicine won’t be the last.”
Everyone knew about Hua Mi’s special relationship with Gong Yi. Now that Gong Yi had forcefully taken control of the medical center’s management, those who came to Hua Mi to use her connections to buy medical supplies would surely not be few.
Everyone assumed that the garrison would have medical supplies.
But only Ye Rong and others like her knew that in this regard, the garrison’s resources were even more scarce than those of the managing class.
