Chapter 897 Invasion 12
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 tossed it aside and began checking her clothes for any 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.
The location was well chosen.
Not only these two stores, but about 100 meters away is the big pharmacy where Fu Anan bought protective clothing the day before yesterday.
As the saying goes, the moon is the first to be close to the water. If there is a mess one day, she may be able to take advantage of the chaos to mess up 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 leaflets will come into contact with too many people, and risking infection to make a little money is definitely not worth the candle.
She thought silently in her heart, and suddenly saw someone running outside.
What's wrong?
"Someone fainted on the road!"
A well-informed person was telling the people around him, Fu An'an heard the words and added another mask, and followed him.
The man was surrounded by a circle of open space, and the cloth he used to wrap his body fell apart due to convulsions, revealing the thin body inside and the sunken, hideous red spots on the skin.
He looked like he was epileptic at this time. 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 came 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 place with the fewest people, she would never come into contact with these patients.
Fu An'an watched as they cleaned the white foam from the man's mouth with their hands and kept him breathing until the ambulance came.
Two nurses got out of 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's eyes followed the ambulance away, and he 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 nothing left."
The clerk shook his head, "If you came yesterday morning, you would have twenty sets. But last night, the medical protective clothing in every major pharmacy in the city was confiscated by the Food and Drug Administration."