Lin Dama fell victim to Chen Zhenghao's looting of her household supplies, and she and her grandson, Little Tiger, were brutally beaten. The resilient old lady managed to endure, but her grandson Little Tiger, on the other hand, received a ruthless kick to the abdomen from Chen Zhenghao's underling, Little Caramel. A six-year-old child couldn't withstand such a blow, and his internal organs suffered damage. In despair, Lin Dama could only seek help in the homeowners' group, hoping someone would assist her grandson.
However, due to her previous deceit in obtaining supplies, people harbored strong resentment towards her, and no one was willing to help. "Wuwuwu, I know I was wrong before. But my grandson is innocent! He's just a child, please save him!" Lin Dama wept in the group, her voice filled with desperation. The homeowners, instead of showing sympathy, began to mock her. "Who knows if this is another trick?" "Exactly, besides, we're not doctors, we can't help you." "If you hadn't cheated everyone for supplies, would Brother Hao have hit your grandson? In the end, it's your own fault." Lin Dama cried out in despair, "Every mistake is mine, just save my grandson, I'll kowtow to all of you!"
At this moment, a woman named Zhou Keren sent a message. "Let me take a look at the child! But I can't guarantee he'll be cured." Zhang Ye saw Zhou Keren's message, envisioning a graceful lady with a long ponytail and an imposing figure. Zhou Keren was a doctor at the First People's Hospital of Tianhai City. Last time, she had used her medical knowledge to save many people, making her one of the few good people among the neighbors. Normally cold and reserved, she rarely spoke in the homeowners' group. This time, however, she spoke up upon learning of Little Tiger's life-threatening situation.
Lin Dama, recalling the presence of this doctor in the neighborhood, hastily thanked her and sent the child over. Half an hour later, Lin Dama's anxious voice echoed in the group again. "Does anyone have hemostatic medicine, anti-shock drugs, and antibiotics? My Little Tiger needs surgery, please help us! I'll kowtow to you!" Little Tiger was seriously injured, his liver ruptured from the kick. Although Zhou Keren was a doctor, her home didn't have sufficient medication. Homeowners heard Lin Dama's plea, but remained silent. Nobody had these medicines, and the residents knew it.
Chen Zhenghao continued with his sarcastic remarks in the group. "Why kowtow here in the group?!" Laughter echoed beneath his comment. Lin Dama's voice, now with a sobbing tone, pleaded, "As long as you can help, I'll kowtow right now!" Zhang Ye raised an eyebrow. Indeed, he had all these medicines in his dimensional space. However, he had no intention of revealing them to save Little Tiger. In the post-apocalyptic world, medicines were as important as food, and Zhang Ye didn't want to expose his hidden resources. Moreover, he harbored a strong dislike for Lin Dama and her spoiled grandson.
Regardless of Lin Dama's repeated pleas in the group, no one stepped forward to help her. It wasn't until later that Dr. Zhou Keren sent a message, stating that she had temporarily stabilized Little Tiger's condition, but urgent surgery was necessary for him to survive. She also offered her assistance in treating emergencies. The responses below were a chorus of praise, even from Chen Zhenghao and rich second-generation Xu Hao, all eager to commend the compassionate Dr. Zhou. Zhang Ye remained silent, quietly observing the unfolding situation.
In the past few days, Fang Yuqing had not contacted him. Zhang Ye enjoyed the peace, but he knew the white lotus would come seeking his help sooner or later. For now, she refrained from approaching him, maintaining her sense of superiority. Of course, for wealthy individuals, there was an exception.
But what about the future?
The heavy snowfall persisted, flooding the entire first floor. Leaving the community was impossible, and even reaching the main gate meant facing four to five meters of accumulated snow. The consumption of supplies was inevitable, and with dwindling resources, issues became increasingly acute. Lin Dama's household had been looted by Chen Zhenghao, her grandson lay critically injured, and she spiraled into madness. Constantly ranting in the group, she claimed to be the leader of the neighborhood committee, demanding that everyone hand over their supplies to her.
Now, however, people were becoming more resourceful. Although there had been trades for food before, the prices were only slightly elevated. But now, with more households exhausting their supplies, food had become a matter of life and hope to survive. Soon, someone declared, "I have a few packs of instant noodles. If you need them, I'll sell each for 1000 yuan!" One pack of instant noodles for 1000 yuan! This was an unimaginable price in the past. They didn't realize that this trade would have such a profound impact on the entire residential building.
Zhang Ye, leaning on his chin, gazed at his phone and calmly said, "A wonderful event is about to begin." Xie Limei did not reply, indicating her hesitation. At least for now, people clung to a shred of hope, believing that the snow disaster would soon pass, and the city would be unsealed. However, just as people were still holding on to that hope, someone who hadn't spoken in the group for a long time, Xu Hao, suddenly appeared. "I'll pay 2000 yuan for a pack! I'll take all you have!"