Chapter 897 Invasion 12

  The two of them are not terrible, what is terrible is the infectious disease on them.

  The mace is no longer available.

  She tosses it aside and starts checking her clothes for tears. After confirming it was safe, she closed the doors and windows and went downstairs.

   The downpour washed the blood on her body.

  Fu Anan drenched in the rain for several minutes, then opened an umbrella and threw away the suit. She sprayed disinfectant all over her body, making sure nothing was missed before getting into the car.

  There is no way to live in this rental building.

  Fu Anan drove away and entered the city center.

   Now she's ready to live in the car. However, she needed to wash up, go to the toilet, and charge her mobile phone, so she drove around and found a park with public toilets, and there was a Grandpa Ken’s fried chicken restaurant next to it that could provide free charging services.

  This location is well chosen.

   Not only these two stores, about 100 meters away, is the big pharmacy where Fu Anan bought protective clothing the day before yesterday.

  As the saying goes, if you are close to the water, you get the moon first. If there is a mess one day, she may still be able to take advantage of the mess to get a wave of supplies.

   The only trouble is the gas in the car.

  Although there are still three quarters left, she has no money to continue to fill up gasoline. So you can't drive around casually.

   Fu Anan sat in the fast food restaurant, cheekily charged up the battery, and sighed heavily. With no money in her pocket, she couldn't help but want to work part-time.

  However, sales, waiters, and handouts will come into contact with too many people, and risking infection to make a little money is definitely not worth the candle.

   She was thinking silently, when she suddenly saw someone running outside.

What's wrong?

   "Someone passed out on the road!"

   A well-informed person was telling the people around him, and Fu Anan added another mask after hearing the words, and followed him.

  The man was surrounded by an open space, and the cloth he used to wrap his body was scattered due to convulsions, revealing the thin body inside and the sunken and hideous red spots on the skin.

  He looked like he was epileptic. While his body curled up and twitched, a lot of white foam came out of his mouth. Foam blocked his mouth and nose, and he flushed from lack of air.

   "Ambulance, I have called the police!"

   "Doctor, is there a doctor here? He seems out of breath."

   "We are medical students, please make room!"

  Three or four young students come out.

  About twenty years old.

   Enthusiastic, kind, and young.

  Fu Anan stopped them, and gave them a few masks, "Wear it, what if it's not epilepsy."

   After speaking, she retreated quickly.

  Standing in the least crowded place, she would never come into contact with these patients.

  Fu Anan watched them clean up the white foam in his mouth with their hands, and kept him breathing until the ambulance came.

  Two nurses got off the car and carried him away on a stretcher. Fu Anan looked at the two nurses and suddenly noticed that they were also wearing one-piece protective clothing.

  Fu Anan followed the ambulance away with his eyes, stopped and stopped all the way, and suddenly found himself transferred to a big pharmacy.

  What's the use of coming now, and I have no money.

  She was about to turn around and leave when she suddenly heard a familiar voice, "Don't you even have two pieces of medical protective clothing?"

   "Sir, there is none left."

  The clerk shook his head, "If you came yesterday morning, you would have twenty sets. But last night, the medical protective clothing in all major pharmacies in the city was confiscated by the Food and Drug Administration."

  (end of this chapter)