Natural Disasters Strikes: I stockpiled like crazy! novel Chapter 150

For some reason, seeing the two hug brought a wave of relief to everyone, including Zhang Min, the Cang Family, Auntie Yang, and the villagers.

While the old woman spent time with her grandchildren, Lao Song and the other villagers were interviewed.

They came from a village outside the base, where there was no access to medical treatment or stabilizing drugs. Yet, somehow, the old woman had survived on her own…

Lin Weihao crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, allowing Pei Zhi to take the lead.

"Mr. Lao, your cooperation is crucial for your mother’s recovery. What did your mother eat while she was sick with fever?"

Lao Song glanced at his wife.

His wife responded, "We ran out of proper food, so we only fed her mushrooms my husband found in the woods and boiled water. Could it be that the mushrooms caused the fever?"

Pei Zhi shook his head. "No. It’s not the mushrooms. But could we see the mushrooms and boiled water you used?"

"The guards confiscated our things," Lao Song said, lowering his gaze.

Lin Weihao immediately had someone retrieve the villagers’ belongings.

Soon, two baskets and several bags filled with the mushrooms were brought inside.

The researchers picked up one of the glowing mushrooms with tongs. It was the first time they had seen something like this.

"Where did you find these?" they asked.

"In the woods near the cellar we hid in, hidden beneath the rocks," Lao Song replied.

"How did you prepare them?"

Lao Song’s wife explained, "We cleaned the spores and grilled the mushrooms."

Lin Weihao had someone bring a grill to the room.

Lao Song took the baby from his wife while she demonstrated how they cooked the mushrooms.

As the earthy aroma of the grilled mushrooms wafted into Lin Weihao’s nostrils, his mind immediately drifted to the meals his wife had prepared earlier that morning.

The smell was deep and savory, like the damp earth of a forest after rain.

As the heat of the grill worked its magic, a faint coolness emerged—not sharp, but lingering, like the breath of winter at dawn. Beneath the umami richness was a subtle herbal sharpness, almost medicinal.

Feng Ran, watching from the side, couldn’t help but think of the meal his brother Lin had eaten in the morning. Or perhaps he was just hungry and imagining things?

Hei Qian shared a similar thought.

"At that time, because my mother-in-law couldn’t eat properly, we crushed the mushrooms," Lao Song continued.

His wife pounded the mushrooms into a paste.

"Is this enough?" she asked as she handed them the bowl.

"Yes! Yes!" the researchers eagerly nodded, thanking the couple before letting them return to the old woman’s private ward.

They quickly tested the mushrooms on a patient exhibiting the worst symptoms. After one hour of waiting, the patient, moments from slipping away, exhaled deeply. For the first time in hours, his breathing stabilized. His fingers, once curled in pain, relaxed. The dark veins that marred his skin began to fade, their aggressive spread halting.

Pei Zhi examined him and confirmed, "His temperature has dropped by two degrees and is still going down."

The researchers conducted another blood test.

Lin Weihao secretly gave them some of the mushrooms his wife had prepared but did not reveal their origin.