Mrs. Lin was robbed of her supplies by Chen Zhenghao, and she and her grandson Xiaohu were beaten up.

The old ladies, though barely hanging on, were still able to move.

But her grandson Xiaohu was viciously kicked in the stomach by one of Chen Zhenghao's henchmen!

A six-year-old child couldn't withstand such a blow, his internal organs were damaged.

In desperation, she could only seek help in the property owners' chat group, hoping someone would save her grandson.

However, due to her previous deception for supplies, everyone was particularly disgusted with her, and no one was willing to help.

"Wuwuwu, I know I was wrong before. But my grandson is innocent!"

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"He's just a child, please save him!"

Mrs. Lin cried out loud in the group, her voice filled with despair.

But no property owner showed her sympathy.

Instead, some mocked her.

"Who knows if this is true or not."

"Yeah, besides, we're not doctors, we don't have the ability to help you."

"If you hadn't deceived everyone for supplies first, would Bro Zhenghao have hit your grandson? It's your own fault."

Mrs. Lin broke down in tears: "It's all my fault, as long as you can save my grandson, I'll kowtow to you!"

At this moment, a woman named Zhou Ke'er sent a message.

"Let me take a look at the child! But I can't guarantee I can cure him."

Upon seeing Zhou Ke'er's message, Zhang Yi immediately pictured an elegant lady with a long ponytail and a tall figure.

Zhou Ke'er was a doctor at Tianhai City's First People's Hospital.

In the previous life, she used her medical knowledge to save many people.

She was one of the few good people in the neighborhood.

She was usually aloof and didn't talk much in the property owners' group.

This time, seeing Xiaohu in mortal danger, she stepped forward to speak up.

Mrs. Lin also remembered that there was such a doctor in the community and hurriedly sent her grandson to her with endless thanks.

Half an hour later, Mrs. Lin's anxious voice resounded in the group again.

"Does anyone have hemostatic drugs, anti-shock medications, and antibiotics?"

"My Xiaohu needs surgery, please help! I'm begging you!"

Lin Xiaohu was severely injured; that kick had ruptured his liver.

Although Zhou Ke'er was a doctor, she didn't have so many medicines at home.

The property owners laughed off Mrs. Lin's plea for help.

Who would have those medicines at home?

Chen Zhenghao even made sarcastic remarks in the group.

"How are you going to kowtow, in the group?"

A wave of "hahaha" laughter followed.

Mrs. Lin's voice was tearful, "As long as you can help, I'll kowtow right now!"

Zhang Yi raised an eyebrow.

Truth be told, he had all those medicines in his alternate space.

But he would never take them out to save Lin Xiaohu.

Firstly, in the apocalypse, medicines were as important as food, and he didn't want to expose himself.

Secondly, he really disliked Mrs. Lin and her spoiled brat of a grandson.

Besides, with such severe injuries, even if the child was barely saved, he wouldn't survive the long winter.

Better to keep the medicines for himself.

No matter how Mrs. Lin pleaded in the group, no one stood up to help her.

After a long while, Doctor Zhou Ke'er sent a message in the group.

She said she had temporarily stopped Xiaohu's bleeding, but it was only emergency treatment and wouldn't last long.

He must go to the hospital for surgery to survive.

She also stated that if anyone had an emergency, she could help treat them.

Immediately, there was a flood of flattery.

Even Chen Zhenghao and the second-generation wealthy Xu Hao were eager to praise Zhou Ke'er's benevolence.

In the past, everyone was indifferent to this aloof female doctor.

But now, in such times, everyone was afraid of dying, so they tried hard to please Zhou Ke'er.

Zhang Yi remained silent in the chat group, just quietly observing the situation.

In recent days, Fang Yuqing had not contacted him.

Zhang Yi was happy for the peace, but he knew that this White Lotus would surely come to him for help soon.

She wasn't reaching out now, just to maintain her pride, always believing herself to be above others, never bowing to men.

Of course, the wealthy were an exception.

But what about later?

The snow kept falling, and the entire first floor was completely submerged.

Now, it wasn't just about leaving the community, even getting to the community gate meant facing four to five meters of snow.

Running out of supplies was inevitable.

By then, with her nature, the White Lotus would definitely come to Zhang Yi for help.

...

A week had passed since the beginning of the apocalypse.

Seven days might not seem long, but for a group of people enduring the cold, coiled up at home every day, it felt longer than seven years!

At first, they were full of hope.

Now, almost everyone had come to terms with reality.

The likelihood of being rescued while waiting at home was slim to none.

Through the internet, they knew that the whole world was experiencing a once-in-hundreds-of-thousands-of-years snow disaster!

The entire world was submerged in snowstorms, with temperatures in some northern cities reaching below minus one hundred degrees, and many cities were directly inundated!

Although the officials were still encouraging everyone to unite and survive through the few remaining channels, looking at the frozen city outside, everyone's hearts sank completely.

Due to the scarcity of supplies, the problems became increasingly acute.

Mrs. Lin's food was plundered by Chen Zhenghao, and her grandson was on his deathbed, driving her into a frenzy.

She ranted in the group all day, claiming to be a leader of the Neighborhood Committee, demanding everyone hand over their supplies to her!

But now, everyone had wised up and ignored her.

In the property owners' group, Xie Limei, a mother living on the 12th floor, suddenly sent a message.

"Does anyone still have food? My child and I haven't eaten for two days. I... I can pay a high price!"

It was this message that caused a subtle change in the group.

Previously, everyone thought the disaster would pass quickly, and the city would be unsealed.

So, while there were transactions for food, the prices were only a few times higher than normal.

But now, more and more people were running out of supplies.

At this time, food was life, the hope for survival!

Soon after, someone said: "I have a few packs of instant noodles at home, I can sell them to you. But I want 1000 yuan per pack!"

A pack of instant noodles for 1000 yuan!

This was unimaginable in the past.

They probably didn't realize that this transaction would have such a big impact on the entire property.

Zhang Yi, resting his chin on his hand, looked at his phone and said lightly, "The interesting things are about to start."

Xie Limei didn't respond, obviously still hesitant.

At least for now, people still held a glimmer of hope, believing that the snow disaster would pass.

Afterward, life would go on, and money would still need to be made.

Just then, Xu Hao, the second-generation wealthy who hadn't spoken in the group for a long time, suddenly piped up.

"I'll pay 2000 yuan per pack! Whatever you have, I'll take it all!"