After Fang Yu rested for a while, he carefully studied the plans he had made in the "pseudo-sage" mode.
After memorizing and summarizing again, and having a good idea, I took out a quilt from the corner, lay down on the other side of the bonfire and started to sleep.
Fang Yu had told Tan Wanjun before that he would stay here at night. After all, this was on the subway, not in a shelter. It was quite dangerous to leave her alone at night.
Although Tan Wanjun was a little awkward, she was in such an environment and was ill, so she actually didn't resist Fang Yu being able to stay.
Let’s not say whether you like it or not.
This is already a matter of life or death.
So, she didn't say much.
Just like that, after a few happy days in the shelter, the two of them camped on the subway again, feeling the coldness of the apocalypse.
Because Tan Wanjun is sick, the shelter will still provide daily meal tickets and leave them to Wu Wen to collect on her behalf.
Today, Wu Wen is the only one among the three who works "stablely" in the shelter, and he is also a source of information for the three.
Every day Wu Wen would bring meals to the two of them during meal time after work.
Although Tan Wanjun had no appetite, she also knew that she had to replenish energy at this time so that her body might get better. Therefore, she forced herself to eat all the food, although she almost vomited and drank a large can.
The water was pressed down.
Soon, the first thing Fang Yu did was a response.
After Fang Yu woke up, she posted a message in the mission hall of the shelter.
The cost of hiring a doctor to make a visit is 5 meal tickets.
Soon, the mission hanging in the mission hall was picked up.
The person who took over the task was also a doctor from the Medical Department, an old Chinese medicine practitioner wearing glasses.
When Fang Yu took him to the subway and entered the small compartment to see Tan Wanjun, both of them exclaimed.
It turned out that this old Chinese doctor was the same doctor who diagnosed Hu Li in the infirmary before!
He is one of the people with the most superb medical skills in the entire medical department, and Tan Wanjun has been with him for a while.
"Mr. Tang! It's you!"
"Huh? Xiao Tan? Why are you here?"
Tan Wanjun and Mr. Tang asked questions respectively.
But Mr. Tang looked down at the carriage and then at Fang Yu. He, who was over sixty years old, immediately understood what was going on.
Mr. Tang originally thought that Tan Wanjun had been sent to the quarantine area. As a doctor, he naturally knew that sending him to the quarantine area under the conditions of the shelter was actually sacrificing a small number of people to save the majority.
In addition, this is not the first time this has been done.
As a traditional old doctor, Mr. Tang was not unaware of the matter of sacrificing the younger to protect the older, but he had already defined himself as a sinner in his heart.
If it weren't for the current world, his role would be better alive than dead. As early as after that incident, he wanted to die to apologize.
"Hey! You are really thoughtful."
Mr. Tang looked at Fang Yu, shook his head, and spoke dull words under his mask.
Mr. Tang didn't say anything more and went straight up to diagnose Tan Wanjun.
Mr. Tang's diagnosis was not like that of the so-called old Chinese doctors in the hospital. He just touched the eyes twice, looked at the eyes, and immediately started writing down the medicine.
He took his pulse and made observations for a full twenty minutes.
In the past twenty minutes, Fang Yu and the two of them had been quietly watching Mr. Tang's diagnosis, nervously waiting for the results.
He gently put down Tan Wanjun's hand and stuffed it back into the quilt. A relaxed smile appeared on Mr. Tang's face.
"Fortunately, Xiao Tan, you just have a common cold, not the flu. As long as you have a good rest and take some medicine... Well, I guess there is no medicine now, but as long as you keep warm and drink more hot water, you still have a chance.
self-healing"
Mr. Tang originally wanted to ask her to take more medicine, but then he thought that the medicine in the shelter was no longer enough, so he had to change his mind and ask her to drink more hot water.
"It's still a bit cold here, Yu... Yu Xian, right? If possible, I'd better get a few more quilts over here. If you come with me later, I can get a few more quilts over here to cover this place thickly.
I happen to know where there are some cardboard boxes and foam pads. You can also bring some over and put them under there. It will be better. Xiao Tan will be taken care of by you!"
Fang Yu didn't expect that after seeing Tan Wanjun, Mr. Tang actually asked her to get a quilt from him, and also told him how to make the small compartment warmer.
After Mr. Tang finished speaking, he didn't say much, but extended his hand to Fang Yu.
Fang Yu was stunned for a moment, then remembered, took out a stack of meal tickets from his arms and handed them to Mr. Tang.
These meal tickets were basically saved from Wu Wen.
After all, among the three of them, only Wu Wen could save extra meal tickets.
Fang Yu is really lucky now that she can meet two such good teammates.
One teammate gave him a permanent magic skill, while the other teammate steadily produced various "resources" and even sometimes substituted for him.
After thanking Wu Wen again in his heart for the gift, Fang Yu rushed Mr. Tang away without any hurry.
Instead, they boiled some water and let Mr. Tang drink some to warm himself up. Then, as if Mr. Tang was about to leave, he asked Fang Yu to follow him.
In fact, Fang Yu did not expect that for a person like Mr. Tang, his salary would definitely be the highest. After working normally, he would definitely live comfortably in the shelter. Why would he come out to take on the mission?
But soon, he knew why.
He followed Mr. Tang to Residential Area No. 10.
As soon as she entered the residential area, Fang Yu heard many people saying hello to Mr. Tang, their voices full of respect. Many children also gathered around, calling "Grandpa Tang, Grandpa Tang."
Mr. Tang obviously enjoyed being surrounded by children, with a smile on his face, touching this one now and that one now.
Then, he walked to a small cubicle with purpose.
Only then did Fang Yu realize that most of the people in this cubicle were people with disabilities.
When these people saw Mr. Tang come in, they all called Mr. Tang excitedly and respectfully.
Mr. Tang greeted them skillfully and greeted them one by one.
Then, he took out a handful of meal tickets, at least twenty of them, from his arms and handed them to one of the men.
The man looked ashamed and declined, saying no, no, he still has some here.
But Mr. Tang first asked about everyone's status, and then asked about the completion of tasks this month.
After thinking for a moment, he took out 9 cards from the twenty-odd ones and handed them to the man.
The man was not so determined this time.
Because, in fact, they do still have meal tickets, but not many. After all, there are not many activities that disabled people can complete.
Shelters are short of resources, and even though they are disabled, they can't make much subsidy.
Mr. Tang's nine cards are just stuck in one mouth, which can help them eat better and prevent them from having no energy to work next month.
The man finally accepted the meal ticket.
Then everyone in the room bowed to Mr. Tang.
Mr. Tang didn't say anything more. After receiving a courtesy from them, he took Fang Yu away.
Only the men in the residents' houses were left, staring at Mr. Tang's back with moist eyes, unable to calm down for a long time.
