The Pregnant Mommy Survive on Unlimited Supplies-Chapter 33 - 0 Get well soon

Chapter 33: 033 Get well soon

Chapter 33: 033 Get well soon

The other party seemed startled and did not reply for quite some time. It was only after a long while that they responded cautiously:

Gas station manager: Who exactly are you?

Hua Mi: I know Gong Yi. What do you think?

Gas station manager: My apologies. You should have said so earlier. You’re collecting supplies for the rescue team, aren’t you? In that case, we’ll stick to market prices, and I’ll refund you the difference.

There was no need to speak of the prestige of the rescue team—they were all righteous people, and anyone with humanity wouldn’t want to make things difficult for the logistics of the rescue team.

Furthermore, staying on good terms with Gong Yi was never a mistake—he was an influential figure.

Originally, Gong Yi had a wide network within the Garrison, with bright prospects. He was only temporarily assigned to the rescue team, and if not for the earthquake, Gong Yi would have already returned to the Garrison for a promotion.

Consequently, the gas station manager didn’t raise the price of fuel for Hua Mi and even refunded the extra money he had previously overcharged her. He also prepared 20 tanker trucks’ worth of fuel, stored directly at the gas station warehouse, waiting for Hua Mi to collect.

Hua Mi glanced at the sky and checked her phone messages—there was still no news about Cao Feng’s passing.

By the time she had collected the fuel from the additional 20 tanker trucks, several days had gone by.

During this period, she had no idea about Cao Feng’s condition. As soon as Hua Mi was done, she instantly returned to the underside of the camper van, crawled out, and ran towards the emergency area, ready to check on Cao Feng’s situation.

When Hua Mi rushed to the entrance of Cao Feng’s partition, she was not sure why she couldn’t catch her breath and doubled over, dry heaving in the corner.

She had run too hastily—there was no helping it.

She quickly rubbed her stomach and entered Cao Feng’s partition, only to find that Cao Feng, the Factory Director, Ah Fu, Ah Fu’s wife, and Ah Fu’s two children were all squeezed inside the partition.

The children were sleeping on the ground, covered with straw matting.

The large amount of straw matting had been transformed into a mat by someone.

Straw matting could be woven into mats…

Ah Fu and his wife lay beside their two children, while the Factory Director was sprawled beside Cao Feng’s bed.

And Cao Feng was still alive!

His whole body was cleaned by Hua Mi, and the blast wounds had stopped bleeding, forming a soft crust of blood scabs.

His face, burned and chapped, had turned into patches of raw, fleshy red.

His hair, singed and sparse, left his scalp red and bald.

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The once handsome and cheerful young man was no longer recognizable. Looking at this Cao Feng, Hua Mi didn’t know how to describe him; her heart felt a little heavy.

Sensing someone approaching, Cao Feng, lying in bed, slowly opened his eyes. He looked at Hua Mi, blinked, and asked hoarsely,

“The team leader is alright, right?”

“He’s fine. Are you still in pain?”

Hua Mi skillfully took out a painkiller and popped it into Cao Feng’s mouth.

He struggled to hold it in his mouth and swallowed it with the water Hua Mi fed him.

Seeing him like this, Hua Mi’s heart felt even more distressed. She sat on the edge of Cao Feng’s bed, looking at the burn on his exposed arm,

“Maybe I should dress your wound. Leaving it this way isn’t a solution. You’ve got to stay strong.”

While speaking, Hua Mi took out mineral water, ethanol, and painkillers; she skillfully cleaned Cao Feng’s foot-long wound on his arm, wiped it with diluted ethanol, applied pain-relieving powder, and then took out sterile gauze to wrap up Cao Feng’s arm.

Previously, because Cao Feng’s body was covered in wounds, he couldn’t be covered with a blanket. Now that his wounds had formed blood scabs, Hua Mi casually reached under the bed, fetched a thin blanket from storage, and covered Cao Feng with it.

Looking at Cao Feng again, his spirits seemed to be good because he didn’t feel any pain. His mood also improved a lot.

Seeing Hua Mi bustling about and bandaging his legs and body wounds, he expressed his gratitude:

“Sister Hua, thank you.”

“What’s there to be polite about? Just get better quickly. I borrowed your rescue team’s logistics authority to buy a lot of things. If this gets found out, I’m doomed. Once you’re better, you can cover for me.”

Hua Mi said this haphazardly, but everyone knew that with the state Cao Feng was in after the explosion, it would be a miracle if he lived.

His current energy could very well be his last.

But Hua Mi didn’t mention such things, choosing instead to lighten the atmosphere—it would be too oppressive otherwise.

Cao Feng understood. He struggled to raise his finger, now making such a movement would cause even his fingertips to bleed.

He pointed towards a corner where Hua Mi had haphazardly cut up a pile of clothes,

“My ID is in there, Sister Hua. As for the logistics, I’m leaving it in your hands.”

This was to cover for Hua Mi, but also to entrust the logistics of the rescue team to her.

He knew she was resourceful.

Hua Mi choked up, searching through the tattered clothes to find Cao Feng’s ID and a USB drive.

“Inside there’s the rescue team’s bank account numbers, passwords, contact information for various suppliers…”

Cao Feng said with difficulty, his situation almost like entrusting his last will, his spirit flagging again; he felt sleepy.

Not death, but just really tired and in need of sleep.

As his eyes began to droop, Hua Mi reached out and gently closed his eyelids.

Then Hua Mi took out her phone, ready to text Gong Yi to report Cao Feng’s death.

But Cao Feng’s chest continued to rise and fall.

This young man was still holding on to life.

He was just asleep.

With no choice, Hua Mi took out a computer from the level 5 storage and plugged in the USB drive. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she waited for Cao Feng to pass away, while looking at the information about the rescue team’s logistics on the drive.

The rescue team’s logistics funds were ample; just before the earthquake spread to other areas, society from all walks had donated to Xiang City.

Gong Yi had channeled all this money into the logistics account.

About 10 billion.

The extent of this man’s authority astounded Hua Mi.

And Cao Feng, a lifeguard responsible for receiving supplies for the rescue team, normally wouldn’t be part of the actual rescue work. But with Xiang City short on professional lifeguards, he had no choice but to fill in.

Now lying in the rescue center, his absence had caused significant backlogs in the receiving and ordering of supplies, including large quantities of breathing machines, mineral water, ethanol, etc.

There was also fuel such as gasoline and diesel which, in fact, should have been ordered three days ago, but due to Cao Feng’s injuries, this task was left undone.

The rescue team had a set of professional digging equipment that needed gasoline and diesel. If these resources weren’t replenished in time, even the most basic rescue operations couldn’t begin.

With no choice, Hua Mi rummaged through the chaos of Cao Feng’s clothes again and found his phone.

Unluckily, the phone was destroyed by the blast, but the SIM card was intact.

Fortunately, Hua Mi had several brand-new phones in her level 6 storage. She took one out, inserted Cao Feng’s SIM card, and began calling the suppliers listed on Cao Feng’s USB one by one.