He Qing waved his hand, and a bespectacled man came forward to check.
He Mingxuan always felt an innate displeasure at the sight of someone wearing glasses, vaguely thinking about the stuff below.
The bespectacled man said, "These are some of the more important medicines now."
In the present post-apocalyptic situation.
Medicine was crucial, and although there were many stores now, considering the terror of the zombies, one would be fortunate to fetch something but might not leave alive with it.
He Qing looked at He Mingxuan in front of him, thinking that if the other party could find so many medicines, he must also have risked his life, just like their Lucky Number's teams that went out to scavenge for supplies. Usually, out of ten teams, only two would return alive, and even those two would often return empty-handed.
"Okay, I am a man of my word, give it to him."
He Qing waved his hand.
