After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 495

Inside the walls, a certain beautiful woman walked about, gaining the attention of many men. It was Vanessa—still beautiful, especially compared to other women.

The men greeted her with kindness and she smiled back, and such a smile could make quite a few men’s days.

Vanessa and the others had a very good reputation here. After all, they did save many lives back during that massive beast tide.

Of course, Victor’s and the other’s reputations had been marred by Fargo’s movements, but it had been softened by the Terran Mercenary’s good movements.

At this time, Vanessa was heading to a makeshift clinic she had a major hand in. She created this in partnership with various medical professionals she gathered.

They pooled funds and rented out one of the better buildings—a custom building—in a good community. The custom building had two floors with a 150 square meter floor area. They designed it to be similar to the open plan of clinics back in Terran.

It really wasn’t much, as none of them were able to bring a lot of hard money at all, but it was better than having none.

As such, this venture was ignored by Fargo and his men so far, as long as injuries and requirements of the Team—as well as the Rongo Mercenary Team’s—remained the priority.

So—no matter how reluctant—they had to treat a guard’s tiny stomach ache first before handling someone who was bleeding to death.

"Miss Vanessa!" the patients greeted her, followed by one of the doctors nearby. This was Dr. Cynthia, one of the doctors though she specialized in Ob-gyn and pediatrics.

Behind her was the de facto leader of the doctors, Dr. Volohov, a white-haired old man who had won many awards back in Terran.

Interestingly, Fargo had quite a number of doctors by virtue of a medical conference happening somewhere in Eden. However, despite all the doctorates and masters of these people, their use had become limited to injuries and first aid.

After all, Xeno was an entirely different land and their bodies had become very different back then.

Not to mention, the raw materials were also different, so they had a similar starting point as most people when it came to knowledge of medicinal plants.

Even with their identities back in Terran, they now all look at Vanessa, a young 28-year-old woman who only had some medical experience, for advice simply because she was here earlier than they were. She had also interacted with Aborigines and therefore had a lot more local knowledge.

Vanessa quite enjoyed the status quo.

"Could you send us some homeostatic medicine?" Dr. Cynthia asked politely, telling the number of patients that needed it, as well as the projections she had for future use.

Vanessa nodded, noting to send missions for various plants among her ’contracted’ foragers. Of course, the patients had to pay a good amount for the medicines, and a lot of the profit went to Vanessa’s pocket.

Rightfully so, she mused, as the clinic was her idea. It was her brother who protected their people, and they depended on her local knowledge as well.

Dr. Lu, a fifty-year-old man specializing in orthopedics, walked to her at this time. "Is it possible for us to write a summary of plant life so far for easy reference?"