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After Lu Dongmei returned, the clinic gradually became busier, resuming its usual operations. In her spare time, Lu Dongmei continued making the pills Jiang Ci needed.
Jiang Ci had heard from the system that not only was the virus spreading in Sunrise Base, but it was also beginning to appear in other bases too.
The survivors were in a state of panic, as if they had been transported back to the days when the virus had completely dominated them years ago, with even the number of people coming to the dining city decreasing over the next few days.
However, they soon noticed that the dining city had set up tables and chairs at the entrance, along with a huge iron barrel, similar in size to the ones used for milk tea in the store. Jiang Ci, Song Jinchuan, and Huang Yue stood behind the table, handing out free bowls of preventative medicine to each person.
In a peaceful world with advanced medicine, such an infectious disease wouldn’t be considered a major illness. The difficulty now lay in the lack of medical resources in this era. However, since they now had everything they needed, Jiang Ci naturally wouldn’t allow the situation to escalate into the kind of mass devastation they had seen years ago.
Meanwhile, Lu Dongmei was still in the clinic brewing the second batch of medicine. They had anticipated that there would be an unusually large number of survivors today.
Sure enough, upon hearing the news, a dense crowd soon gathered at the entrance of the dining city. They came since they both trusted the dining city and trusted Boss Jiang.
The survivors lined up in three queues. Each uninfected survivor could receive a cup of the medicine and then choose to either enter the dining city or leave.
Over the next few days, Jiang Ci and the others continued distributing the preventive herbal medicine.
Survivors from other regions soon heard the news and came in droves to collect the preventive medicine.
Some bases even reached out to Jiang Ci for help, as their bases were too far away for everyone to come in person, with some survivors already infected with the virus.
While receiving these requests for help, Jiang Ci also completed her task of making ten thousand preventative virus pills. The train as well as the train tracks were soon unlocked, but due to the sheer scale of the mega project, it would take some time before the finished product could be seen.
At the same time, she received a new task, which was precisely to assist these bases that had reached out for help.
Upon completing the task, a fast food restaurant would be unlocked.
When Jiang Ci thought of a fast food restaurant, she imagined fried chicken and hamburgers, which was indeed what the system promised her, along with some convenient boxed meals.
Looking at the 3D model of the store, it was clear that it was going to be both spacious and grand.
Part of the road outside had already been cordoned off, and the sound of hammering and construction could be heard from within. When survivors asked about it, Jiang Ci gave vague answers, but that didn’t stop their curiosity from skyrocketing. They circled the construction barriers that were made of cloth, but failed to see anything inside.
Jiang Ci didn’t have time to deal with these “curious cats.” Instead, she posted a recruitment notice, aiming to assemble a traditional Chinese medicine team.
The survivors eagerly gathered around, but many left disappointed after reading the job requirements, which were too specialized.
The interview panel shifted from including Jiang Ci and Song Jinchuan to Lu Dongmei and Huang Yue.
After her recent visit to the Sunrise Base, Jiang Ci truly realized the scarcity of available doctors in her own team. The only one that was qualified was Lu Dongmei, and although Huang Yue had studied under her before, her primary skills were in identifying medicinal herbs and precise measuring of prescriptions, while her grasp of deeper medical expertise was still limited.
Despite the stringent professional criteria filtering out many survivors, a significant number still remained.
Among them were elderly individuals who had practiced medicine their entire lives, as well as young people with generations of family rooted in medicine and were exceptionally confident in their medical skills.
In the later stages of the apocalypse, traditional Chinese medicine wasn’t particularly popular. Most doctors that were recruited into bases practiced Western medicine, and traditional Chinese medicine practitioners were rare and often left feeling underappreciated.
After all, their once-proud skills became largely irrelevant after the apocalypse as they couldn’t earn crystal cores, nor could they effectively combat zombies or mutated beasts.
Survivors seemed to place more trust in Western medicine, and with the scarcity of medicinal herbs in the environment, many thought they would never have the chance to practice traditional Chinese medicine again. But who would have thought that Boss Jiang had now cultivated Chinese herbs and was openly recruiting traditional Chinese medicine practitioners?
The survivors lining up for interviews were thrilled, with some even feeling somewhat emotional.
Lu Dongmei was quite renowned in the traditional Chinese medicine community, and many that were here applying for the job knew of her, so they were all eager to earn her approval.
Though the crowd wasn’t large, the atmosphere was unexpectedly lively.
These were all former experts and scholars in traditional Chinese medicine. Once gathered together, their conversations naturally drifted into academic discussions, leaving Jiang Ci confused, but deeply impressed nonetheless.
Finally, even Lu Dongmei sighed, “Boss Jiang, I really can’t decide. They’re all highly skilled traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, and the nurses applying are also very professional. After ten years, their professionalism has only become a bit rusty, but that’s all.”
After some thought, Jiang Ci made the decision, “Then let’s keep them all! We’ll form a professional team!”
Whenever Jiang Ci fell ill, starting from when she was young, her parents would never fail to take her to the nearby traditional Chinese medicine clinic.
The elderly, white-bearded traditional Chinese medicine doctor was highly skilled, often achieving results within just one prescription, though his business was always slow.
Back then, seeing that Jiang Ci was young, he would play with her during his free time, teaching her to recognize medicinal herbs. She liked the old man very much, but later, the clinic closed down without her knowing, and she never saw him again. For Jiang Ci, Chinese medicine wasn’t just trustworthy—it was something she was truly fond of.
In the end, all the traditional Chinese medicine practitioners who passed Lu Dongmei’s tests were retained, along with the nurses, forming a medical team of over a hundred people.
With so many people, the space in the clinic was no longer sufficient.
Jiang Ci spent a large sum of points to upgrade the clinic several storeys, expanding it into a full-scale hospital.
The hospital was completed overnight. When the traditional Chinese medicine practitioners who had joined the dining city saw the towering, ten storey hospital with the prominent sign, A Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, their eyes reddened, and an overwhelming surge of emotion welled up in their chests.
After receiving the system’s next task, Jiang Ci began to persistently coax it into helping her exchange for a vehicle.
Her task required her to take a group of doctors to various bases. After all, she didn’t understand medicine, and professional tasks should be indeed be left to the professionals to handle.
Besides, with the icy winter and incoming snowstorms approaching, riding a small electric scooter would likely freeze her to death.
The system didn’t remain stubborn for long. After all, Jiang Ci was doing this for the sake of completing its tasks, so it eventually had to compromise.
Besides, this host it had was hardly ever a cause for concern. Other than the initial effort required to coax her into crossing over into this world, she had still performed quite well afterward.
Thus, with a two parts forced, six parts willing, and two parts reward mentality, the system granted Jiang Ci a luxurious bus.
It came with spacious seats, comfortable chairs, and even its own restroom.
Most importantly, its speed far outmatched her little scooter. What used to take an entire day’s journey could now be covered in half.
Now Jiang Ci was satisfied. She would use the bus for group outings and the scooter for solo missions.
Before Jiang Ci’s departure, she convened a late-night meeting with the thirty-member medical team she was taking with her as well as Lu Dongmei.
Not only did they discuss the optimisation of the antiviral potion, but they also came up with several other treatment plans. While a single brilliant mind is useful, a group of brilliant minds—that was the real trump card.
During Jiang Ci’s absence, she entrusted the food in the shop to veteran employees like Mao Qianqian, with the hospital being temporarily entrusted to Lu Dongmei. Jiang Ci also informed Zhao Ping and others at the farm, telling them to focus on their own tasks during this period.
After arranging all her affairs and packing essential items, Jiang Ci set off with her medical team in the bus.
The newly hired doctors and nurses had only just moved in and settled their families before boarding the bus with Jiang Ci.
Before boarding, Jiang Ci told the doctors and nurses that they didn’t need to bring anything, as each would be provided with a medical kit and a protective suit.
Everyone was quite excited. The survivors, with an average age of thirty to forty, felt like students that were heading out on a spring excursion, finding everything new and intriguing.
But that excitement only lasted through boarding. Soon, professional discussions filled the bus. After all, most of them hadn’t worked together before, and it would take time for them to adjust to one another’s pace.
Jiang Ci also shared her observations from her previous visit to the Sunrise Base, warning them that the environment and the attitudes of the survivors there might pose challenges.
Hearing about the tragic conditions as medical professionals, they couldn’t help but feel compassion and frown.
Before they reached the first base in need of assistance, Jiang Ci stopped the bus and handed out boxed meals to everyone, ensuring they were well-fed before starting work.
pls do not share this anywhere or u will always stub ur toe when u walk past a door frame !! this translation has been stolen from mioscorner.com, pls only read there i’m begging u :kneels:
The place where the bus stopped was quite conspicuous, and it didn’t take long before survivors from the base began to approach and ask questions.
The survivor recognized Jiang Ci, and as he approached, he could clearly see the logo of A Restaurant on the bus.
Jiang Ci heard the door being knocked on and opened it to see a somewhat familiar face. The moment the survivor outside saw Jiang Ci, tears instantly streamed down his face.
“What’s wrong?” Jiang Ci was stunned. “Come on, come in and sit down.”
Jiang Ci welcomed him inside and settled him in the seat in the front row. She felt unusually flustered, as it was the first time she had seen such a burly man burst into tears in front of her.
The man in front of her was at least two meters tall, with a muscular build, yet here he was, sobbing uncontrollably in front of her.
After boarding, the survivor finally managed to calm himself down. But the moment he lifted his head, he realized there were dozens of eyes staring back at him. At that moment, he instantly wished he could crawl into a hole and disappear.
“I’m the acting base leader here. My name is Xu Cong,” he said, voice hoarse. “Our original leader got infected with the virus… Right now, more than half the people in our base are in quarantine.” As he spoke, Xu Cong’s eyes reddened again. “We had no other choice but to beg for your help.”
“Alright,” Jiang Ci nodded firmly. “We’ll do everything we can to save your survivors.” To her, a leader who truly cared about his people was someone worth respecting—and it earned him extra points in her book.
“Would you like something to eat?” Jiang Ci asked. His eyes were still rimmed red, the sorrow clinging to him, so she instinctively tried to ease it.
Xu Cong quickly shook his head. “No, no, I’ll get off the bus and wait for you.”
He scrambled to his feet, ready to leave the bus, when suddenly, his stomach let out a loud, drawn-out growl. Although no one knew how long it had been since he’d eaten, the sound was embarrassingly clear.
damn, i guess song jinchuan just disappeared in this chapter QAQ WHERES MY GOAT AT ????
