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  The management system in the emergency department can't get a single medicine out.

  The injured survivors were carried to the emergency area one by one, and several groups of people were carried in every day.

  But the death rate of the wounded has gradually dropped.

  The surviving wounded patients spread word of mouth:nEthanol will definitely reduce inflammation immediately if the wound is red and swollen after rubbing it once.

  Take one, pain-free painkillers for the whole body.

  A hemostatic gel that immediately stops bleeding and forms a film when applied in a thin layer.   

Where can I sell sterile gauze that will never reinfect after wrapping it up ? In the square of the relief center, the owner of the caravan selling mineral water is Sister Hua, who had previously beaten up the  administrators.

  The price of these medicines is a bit expensive, and there are still limited quantities, but the effect is generally good.  

 If you use sparingly, the same medical supplies can be used for a long time.  You know, most of the patients in this emergency room were dug out from the ruins of the earthquake, and all suffered trauma.   

With these few medical supplies, trauma is not a problem at all.  More and more people went outside Huami's RV to buy medicine.  

 Ye Rong, who could not step on a sewing machine, had to send Da Fu and Xiao Fu to help sell water and medicine.

 Hua Mi is so rich that she can't even close her mouth when she smiles. The wounded were like smuggling every day, sneaking out of the emergency area to buy medicine, and they were also rolling with laughter.

  As for the lack of medical supplies in the emergency area, that should be something that the management should care about.

  No one would deliberately run up to Qin Ziran and tell the management commander that they had already bought the miraculous medicine from Hua Mi.

  Because Gong Yi took away the order management power of the relief center, the management should not stop working.

  The management should still purchase what should be purchased, and the money that should be returned to the garrison material depot must still be returned.

  In the continuous rain, Dafu and Xiaofu sent away a few limping injured patients, and ushered in another person.

  But this person took an unusual path. He came to Huami's stall without buying water or medicine, "Boss, I see it from a distance. You have tarpaulins here. Do you sell your tarpaulins?"

  "Sell, 200 yuan, 2X1.5M size."

  Hua Mi responded, in the level 7 factory, tarpaulins can be produced in unlimited quantities, some are sold, why not sell them?

  "It's only 2X1.5M, it's too small, and it's too expensive."

  The visitor leaned his head and didn't bargain with Hua Mi, but only glanced at Ye Rong who was on the sewing machine in the RV, and the folded raincoat, and sighed He said,

  "Forget it, don't buy it, the price is too ridiculous."

  He said, turned and left.

  He was still cursing and saying that Hua Mi is a profiteer or something.

  Inside the RV, Ye Rong, who felt a little dry for some reason, looked at Hua Mi helplessly,

  "The quality of your tarpaulins is good, but for 200 pieces, no one will buy them, usually the most expensive ones. The tarpaulin is only about ten yuan."

  Hua Mi stood at the door of the RV, folded the tarpaulin in her hand, and said "Would they like to buy it or not, what can they buy with 200 yuan now?"

 Once apocalypse arrived, they will feel that 200 yuan is really nothing.

  The drizzle in the sky is still falling. It has been raining for several days and nights. Everyone walking on the road is wet.

  Moisture is everywhere, and it has been drilled into the room. The floor seems to be always wet. Walking on it, it will be dirty after a while.

  The earthquake continued to spread, but in the past few days, no one heard of an earthquake anywhere in Xiangcheng.

  On the contrary, outside Xiangcheng, there are villages hit by the earthquake everywhere.

  Many people are saying that the earthquake seems to be contagious, and the next-door city has also started connecting disco dances. One city infects another city. Everyone holds hands, and the dance is very exciting.

  Outside Xiangcheng, Gong Yi, whose hands were covered in blood, moved away a big rock, picked up a powerful flashlight and took a photo into the ruins, then turned around and shouted, "Turn on the life detector." He turned around, and the people behind immediately took Step forward with the life detector.

  Gong Yi found a place and just sat in the rain to rest.

  A lifeguard wore a cape made of tarpaulin and approached mysteriously,

  "Boss, I found something miraculous."

  Gong Yi looked up, and the other party stretched out the same bloody hand and grabbed Gong Yi's hand, then touched his back.

  "What are you doing?"

  Gong Yi quickly withdrew his hand, looking at the lifeguard in front of him without knowing why.

  The young man said with a mysterious smile:

  "Boss, would you like to touch your back again?"

  As soon as he reminded him, Gong Yi touched his back with his backhand, and he looked at the young man in front of him in surprise  and asked: "What did you do?"

  The continuous rain kept falling, and the atmosphere was not harmonious, making everyone wet.

  Even if you stay at home, it is still wet.

  Not to mention that lifeguards like them have been turning over rocks in the ruins.

  Needless to say, even the underwear is wet.

  However, their backs are dry and dry.

  The young man in a tarpaulin cape touched his butt and said in surprise, "Boss, the back of my underwear is dry, but the front is wet."

  Gong Yi's expression was a little weird, and he secretly felt his pair of underwear. His underwear was also dry at the back and wet at the front.

  why?

  The two looked at each other's cloaks in unison.

  The quality of the tarpaulin is also very good.

  In the rain, Gong Yi winked at the young lifeguard on the opposite side. The young man understood immediately, and hurried to the back of others, asking, " Are the back of your underwear dry and the front wet?"

  To make sure if it was  the tarpaulin, he asked every lifeguard on the wreckage.

  After receiving everyone's vigilant gazes and cautiously answering, he returned to Gong Yi,

  "Boss, I've made sure, the brother who wore the tarpaulin sent by Sister Hua, his back is dry, even his underwear is dry." It is dry, but the front is wet."

  "Because there is no tarpaulin in front!"

  Gong Yi made the final decision, but is it really just because the tarpaulin is of good quality? Suspiciously, he tugged at the tarpaulin on his body, just in time to see a garrison delivering supplies on the opposite side, holding a large stack of tarpaulin raincoats, walking through the rain.

  Gong Yi, who was resting on the ground, hurriedly stood up and called out to the other lifeguards who were digging people in the ruins,

  "Everyone, go change into raincoats. We don't know when the rain will stop. Dry yourself off."

  "Yes, hurry up and get a new raincoat. Sister Hua made it for us. If you don't get a new raincoat, I'm afraid you'll get genital warts!"

The young man following Gong Yi howled loudly, and was the first to rush to the garrison to get a new raincoat.

  The lifeguards on the ruins, in order to avoid genital warts, went to get new raincoats one after another. .