You were supposed to hoard supplies, why the heck did you hoard zombies! Chapter 202 201 - Winter is Coming

The company's dicine won't be sold, further leading to rampant private drug trade.

Even a few of the most common cold dicines from the past are now incredibly expensive.

They could cost dozens of exchange vouchers at least.

And those who buy them, naturally, aren't doing so for minor ailnts like a cold that can be endured with a bit of resistance.

Typically, it's for treating fever or high fever caused by various issues.

And that's the truly life-threatening problem.

Besides, the most popular, most common, and most expensive drugs are various anti-inflammatory and antibiotic dications.

Even though it's well-known that there's no cure for this zombie virus, many people injured by zombies for various reasons still try to use these old anti-inflammatory and antibiotic drugs to suppress the transformation into the undead.

The results are self-evident.

But still, it doesn't change these poor people's desperate desire to survive.

Zhang Ye not only couldn't sympathize with them, but he also had to order the security and guards of the entire safe zone to strictly inspect the wounds and health conditions of survivors entering and leaving, eliminating any potential factors that might cause regional chaos due to mutations.

Frankly speaking, it ans execution.

Any hint of infection ant death.

This was not only for the safety of others but also for the stability of the order under the company's control.

However, as the territory expanded and the number of survivors grew, new demands erged continuously. Among them, the most important was to establish a formal dical and drug managent institution.

Before this, the company only had an ergency team composed of several nurses and two intern doctors.

Most of the ti, they served the people of the Combat Departnt.

As for drug managent, like other supplies, it was collectively managed by the logistics departnt.

Until one day, Liu Qingqing complained to Zhang Ye in bed, saying her logistics departnt was like a mother to the other departnts, whether for eating, drinking, defecating, or for guns and ammunition, they had to report to her.

After all, she was just a naive girl who hadn't even finished college.

It was really too exhausting.

When Zhang Ye heard this, it did seem to be the case.

So he imdiately found Ai Bing and reshaped the organizational structure of the logistics departnt, setting up three separate departnts under it for food, dicine, and military supplies to manage the corresponding resources.

At the sa ti, he selected three people from the original logistics departnt staff to take on the roles of departnt managers, all reporting to Liu Qingqing.

He specified that they should only apply and report to her when it involved resource movent of a certain magnitude.

The one responsible for drug managent was a man in his thirties.

His na was Lin Yongfeng.

He used to be a surgeon at a hospital.

Looking at the few drug application forms in front of him, he rubbed his brow and then picked up the phone and dialed the chairman's office, imdiately hearing a ssy electrical noise in his ear.

"Ci ci..."

"Hello, this is the chairman's office, please state your business."

It was still that familiar female voice, sounding very crisp, but always seemingly tinged with an indescribable weariness.

The safe zone had just installed a few telephone lines recently.

The office was naturally a bit busier.

Lin Yongfeng cleared his throat until his voice didn't sound so hoarse before he began to speak formally, "Is the boss there?"

The woman on the other end hadn't answered when soone took over the phone.

"You looking for him for sothing?"

It was a woman's voice.

But in the entire company, the only woman who dared to speak in such a tone was Ai Bing, the minister in charge of planning the whole safe zone and engineering projects.

Without bothering to think about why Zhang Ye wasn't the one answering the phone, Lin Yongfeng candidly said:

"The company's consumption of dicine has been very high recently."

"We're running low again."

This was already the second ti.

It had been less than a month since he took on the position as the manager of the pharmaceutical departnt.

Without waiting for Ai Bing from the other side to ask, he imdiately began to explain the reasons for the urgent need for dicines in detail. Apart from the company's recent increase in external combat missions, which resulted in a large number of casualties, another reason was that winter was coming.

The temperature had plumted suddenly.

The survivors below had fallen ill almost overnight in large numbers.

If it wasn't for the fact that most of the workers responsible for production activities were zombies, the collective illness might have been enough to bring the entire safety zone to a standstill.

The ergency team composed of more than twenty dical staff was almost too busy to cope.

Influenza, high fever, and even a few cases of parasitic diseases had appeared.

Normally, the company wouldn't have wasted precious dicines to treat these survivors outside of their employees, even if they died from illnesses.

But now the situation was clearly different, as the number of people who were sick had simply beco too many.

In just a few days, the number of patients had reached over a hundred.

This also revealed a new problem.

There was not enough dical strength.

Relying solely on the ergency team from the Combat Departnt, they simply couldn't take care of so many patients and could only watch helplessly as those ill survivors lay in their rooms waiting for death.

If lucky, perhaps they might make it through.

But winter hadn't even arrived yet.

Sanjiang City's geographical location was relatively far south.

Although it wouldn't have snow flying everywhere like in the north, it was still unusually cold, and even before the disaster, it had been a high-incidence period for various diseases.

Furthermore, now the outside world was full of rotting corpses and mutated animals.

The rate of illness naturally increased exponentially.

If left untreated, at least one-third of the survivors in the entire safety zone would probably die, directly threatening everyone's life safety.

These words held significant weight coming from Lin Yongfeng, the doctor.

Although his specialty was not directly related, he surely knew more than the average person.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Ai Bing on the other side had already replied, "You don't need to worry about this matter. Just approve as much dicine as is needed below. Zhang Ye should already be on his way to get the dicine."

Lin Yongfeng was stunned. Was the boss's action this quick?

Hadn't he just co back from Jiangbei District?

Truly a role model for hard work.

anwhile, at a certain intersection on North Road in the city center.

A convoy of more than ten trucks ford a chain-like procession.

Their large bodies blocked all outside zombies and wild beasts, leaving only a cleared space in the middle for people to rest and establish a safe zone.

The gaps beneath were already all filled with sandbags hung from the sides of the trucks.

Above them, guards stood watch, their expressions vigilant.

Zhang Ye looked at the large white building on the left side of the crossroads and instinctively furrowed his brow. After a short ti, he finally put down the binoculars he had been holding.

The few people following behind him also looked at the distance with similarly heavy expressions.

"It doesn't seem like there are many people."

Wang Hu's expression was a bit puzzled.

In his view, not only inside the hospital, but even on the road outside, there were pathetically few zombies, nothing like a place that often had tens of thousands of people passing through daily.

Xu Lin beside him couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, then shook his head and said, "It's scarier when there's no one."

"Either all the people have been eaten,"

"Or, they're all hiding in the building, waiting for us to go in."