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Chapter 92

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    After seeing it clearly, I realized that the man was wearing protective clothing.

    So all in white.

    Now everyone is cautious, and there is nothing weird about wearing protective clothing to go out.

    The man also saw Zhong Chumian and Yu Wanfeng, raised his hand and waved his hand as a greeting.

    Zhong Chumian nodded to him.

    The man took a few steps away, leaned against the electric pole, took off his mask, and started smoking.

    At this time, the night fell, and the street lights came on according to the inherent arrangement.

    When the light came down, leaning against the white figure under the light, wisps of smoke spewed out from between his lips and teeth, rising slowly, forming a circle.

    Yu Wanfeng asked Zhong Chumian in a low voice: "He seems very tired."

    Zhong Chumian nodded.

    It doesn't take a long time for a cigarette to burn out in a moment.

    Squeezing out the cigarette butt and putting on a mask, the man approached the two of them, stopped two meters away.

    "You opened the hotel? It's still open now."

    The man found a topic, and the two started chatting.

    In such an evening, in such a lonely city, it is not easy to meet someone who is full of heaven.

    It turned out that he was the boss of a technology company. He was wrapped in a protective suit and couldn't see his figure clearly, but he was still young when he heard the voice.

    In his car, all the masks and protective clothing were carried, and they were sent to several hospitals.

    He has been doing this kind of thing since the city was closed.

    He had stockpiled some masks before. After the city was closed, he saw that many alumni in the alumni group were in urgent need of masks, so he drove to deliver them.

    Later, some alumni working in the hospital also began to ask him if there were any extra masks they could buy.

    At that time, for many hospitals, there was no shortage of money, but supplies.

    More and more hospitals sent him information for help.

    He spread out, paid out of his own pocket, contacted the factory, contacted the hospital, contacted places that needed masks and protective clothing, and delivered them one by one every day.

    Later, the alumni association organized a fundraiser and gave him part of the money to buy supplies. In this way, he sent tens of thousands of anti-epidemic supplies to hospitals around the clock.

    Yu Wanfeng didn't have much idea about the quantity of supplies, but Zhong Chumian was clear about it.

    Materials such as masks and protective clothing are consumables and are in short supply every day.  In the first few days, the medical system was severely impacted, and it was common for supplies to fail to keep up.  Although the material donations from non-governmental organizations are not considered "huge sums of money", they are a timely solution to urgent needs.

    "It's much better now. The uniformly allocated materials are almost in place. I only connect with some departments that still need it. Wait a few more days, it will be better. Now for the Chinese New Year, many factories are closed, and masks cannot be produced. It's normal. Wait for the resumption of work."  Just fine."

    After a brief analysis, he said to the two of them: "You don't have to worry, just stay indoors."

    Yu Wanfeng nodded: "Well, we also stocked up on some masks."

    "That's good." The man glanced at the phone, "Well, I can still see people, oh my god, I'm very happy. I'm leaving, and there are still a few hospitals to send to."

    Zhong Chumian nodded: "Okay, safe journey, pay attention to protection."

    "Hey, I've worn three layers. Better than doctors and nurses."

    When the man said this, he didn't know whether he was laughing or crying.

    Yu Wanfeng clutched the corner of Zhong Chumian's clothes, thinking, I hope that soon, all doctors and nurses will be able to wear three layers.

    Her little action fell into Zhong Chumian's eyes, making his heart tickle as if something had scratched it.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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