Natural Disasters Strikes: I stockpiled like crazy! novel Chapter 134

The pipes in the honeycomb apartments had already frozen.

The survivors in this building had to climb down to the basement of the first floor.

The faucets in the basement were still dispensing water, because it was connected to an underground well deep below the frost line.

Cang Min’s mother, Cang Rong, noticed an abnormal flush on her son’s face.

She stopped him from going down, her hand touching his neck and forehead.

It was burning hot.

She lightly slapped his arm, chiding him with concern.

"I told you not to take a bath last night! Why must you be so stubborn? Look at you now!"

Cang Min had no strength to speak, his head spinning.

His mother quickly laid him on the bed.

She wrung out a towel in lukewarm water and rubbed it over his forehead, neck, armpits, and feet, trying to lower his fever.

Last night, the soldiers whom Cang Min had helped gave them a bag full of supplies.

Among them were paracetamol tablets.

She forced Cang Min to swallow one, then continued rubbing his body.

But after an hour, his temperature hadn’t dropped—in fact, it had risen. _{fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm}

Panicked, she wanted to seek help from her cousin next door.

But when she opened the door, she saw her cousin’s wife, Cang Ruo outside. The middle-aged woman was flustered, mirroring her own distress.

"Cang Zhou has a fever! Cousin-in-law, do you have any medicine?"

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Zhang Xin, by 9 a.m., had climbed down from the apartment building to line up at the water supply station in the basement.

His house was on the lower floors, far from the Cang family, so he was unaware of their situation.

He looked around, searching for signs of the two, but they didn’t appear.

Had something happened?

"I heard from my neighbor last night that pork is being sold at the market today! If the quality is good, maybe we can pool our points for a celebratory meal for the New Year."

Someone is selling pork at the market?

Zhang Xin’s ears perked up as he overheard the conversation.

That’s right, the New Year was fast approaching.

With all that had happened, he had nearly forgotten about it.

Perhaps he should go with Cang Zhou later to check it out. The soldiers had given them some supplies last night. They could trade them for the pork, if there was any.

At least they’d have one dish on the table.

Suddenly, screams and gasps rang out from both the front and the back of the line.

Zhang Xin stretched his neck.

He froze when he saw people fainting around him.

"Oh my goodness, are they okay?"

Panic spread.

"Someone call for help!"

"Is there a doctor? We need assistance!"