Flowers Blooming in the Wasteland

The so-called ordinary human method, that is to say, can only rely on Fu Yunlan's own resistance to hold on.

But this is obviously unreliable. Fu Yunlan has had a fever since the middle of the night, and the only thing Celeste can do is to cool him down with a wet towel. During this period, Fu Yunlan woke up once in a daze, Celeste Te fed him some water, and he fell asleep again.

It wasn't until the next morning that Fu Yunlan woke up again. This time his consciousness seemed to be a little clearer, and he even spoke. He asked in a hoarse voice, "What time is it?"

"At ten o'clock in the morning, you have been asleep all night." Celeste brought him a soup made of mushrooms, minced meat and mashed potatoes. Fu Yunlan was too weak to sit up by himself, and Celeste used Spoon feed him slowly.

Fu Yunlan frowned and swallowed hard. The wound on his abdomen was aching with every breath, and his throat was a little edematized from inhaling the scorching gas from the explosion. He only took a few mouthfuls and stopped eating.

"Why... so quiet..." Fu Yunlan asked with difficulty, "Where are the others?"

"There is no one else." Thelister said, "Many people came to see you, the mayor, old Hunter, and Cedric all came, and then left."

"Hmm..." Fu Yunlan closed his eyes clearly, he understood what this meant.

"Miriam also brought you some food." Thelister continued talking to him, "There are five packs of compressed biscuits, two cans of green beans and six eggs."

Fu Yunlan didn't answer, and Celeste asked softly, "Are you still awake?"

Fu Yunlan tried his best to open his eyes and looked at Celeste. This young man who has always been expressionless and so quiet just sat in front of the bed and looked at him, his expression remained unchanged as before: "You will get better again. ?"

"I'll try my best..." Fu Yunlan said weakly, but he himself knew that he was unlikely to survive. White lies could only comfort the young man for a while, but what had to be faced would eventually have to be faced. Thurlist cannot be left unprepared.

Fu Yunlan didn't know if he would be able to wake up in the future, and he had to tell Celeste some things in advance, and he said hoarsely: "... If I die, you go and tell the doctor, scavengers I'll come to pick up the body."

"But they'll eat you," said Thelister.

Maybe it's because people are about to die, so they are more prone to soft-heartedness, these words made Fu Yunlan feel a little bit distressed for Celeste.He always thought that he protected Celeste very well, isolated the danger and darkness of the wasteland, and allowed the child to have a relatively normal growth space, but now it seems that what should be known should not be known, Ser Lister actually knew everything.

Fu Yunlan was silent for a while before continuing: "In the future... I can't take care of you anymore. I left some money in the safe, and the password is 943718. You... have to try your best to survive."

"Survive?" Celeste lowered his eyes and said sadly, "I can only live, and I can't do anything else."

Fu Yunlan really wanted to touch his soft golden-brown hair again, but she didn't have the strength to raise her hand, so she could only comfort her and say: "...you were unfortunately born in the worst age, I know...the world is not good at all. It's not good, and it's getting worse, but if you keep working hard, maybe there will be...the hope of getting better."

These few words exhausted all his energy, Fu Yunlan felt a little regretful, he was almost the most powerful person in this small town before, but he didn't leave any private property, all his money was used to rebuild the mercenaries In terms of the regiment and recruits, there is not much that can be left for Celeste now.

The child's future life will definitely be very difficult. Although he doesn't seem to be very good at communicating with people, he is very smart and should be able to survive.

should be.

Fu Yunlan closed her eyes and lost consciousness again.

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Seeing that Fu Yunlan had indeed passed out, Celeste temporarily left the bed, went to Fu Yunlan's study and opened the safe, which contained some gold bars, gold coins, ammunition and confidential documents of the mercenary group. Put all the money into the clothes, and went out the door heavily.

Because of the cold weather, all the homeless people on the street hid in shelters. Celeste arrived at the clinic smoothly. When Coulson saw him, he said nervously, "What's wrong with Lan?"

"Lan has a fever. He needs anti-inflammatory drugs. I know you have them here." Celeste stated his intentions straight to the point. He didn't have much time to waste.

"...Yes, I have." Coulson, who looked as if he hadn't slept in three days, rubbed his temples tiredly, "But you should also know that it's not free."

"I brought money." Celeste took out the gold bars and coins from his pocket, and Coulson looked at the small pile of gold on the table and sighed helplessly: "Let me tell you straight, For an injury like Lan’s, it’s useless to inject just one anti-inflammatory drug, you’ll have to use a whole box, and maybe there’s still a little hope of getting better.”

"How much is a box?"

"Ten kilos of gold."

Celeste was a little surprised: "Why is it so expensive?"

"You don't know how much anti-inflammatory drugs are sold on the black market now, and even if you have money, you may not be able to buy real products." Coulson said, "We used to buy them from pharmaceutical companies in Merced. Medicines, since Merced was destroyed, other places are either too far away to be contacted at all, or they refuse to sell us anything, or else, like Hummingbird Town, they have no ability to produce medicines at all, and I have sold out several of them It's been a month, and this is the last box of anti-inflammatory drugs in Hummingbird Town."

Celeste lowered his head. With all the money Fu Yunlan left behind, he couldn't even afford half a box of anti-inflammatory drugs. Even if he sold everything at home, he still couldn't get together ten kilograms of gold.

Coulson also knew Celeste's embarrassment. He couldn't bear it, but he could only harden his heart and pat Celeste on the shoulder and said, "I know you are worried about him, but you have to accept the reality. These Save the money to buy yourself something to eat, so at least you can survive - it's going to be a long winter."

Celeste didn't want to give up just like that. Although he knew it was useless, he still tried to persuade Coulson: "He has been protecting you all the time. Now that he is dying, can't you help him?"

Coulson took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He looked a little angry but more annoyed: "Listen, kid, it's not that I'm obsessed with money and refuse to save him. If he takes medicine, he will die." It will definitely be fine. I can take out all my medicines without charging you a penny. I know what it means to Hummingbird Town that Lan can survive. But he is too injured, do you understand? I gave him all the anti-inflammatory drugs in this box, and he may not be able to survive. At best, the possibility of surviving is slightly higher, which is a psychological comfort. But if I take the last box of anti-inflammatory drugs In exchange for this psychological comfort, other people in need will die of infection due to an insignificant wound in the future. Originally, only an anti-inflammatory drug can save their lives, but I can only watch their condition a little Little by little, nothing can be done because I wasted the last of my medicine on a man with little hope of surviving."

Coulson's words were not so much persuading Celeste as he was convincing himself. Celeste neither refuted nor interrupted, but just looked at him quietly, which made Coulson very special Feeling uncomfortable: "Son, I'm sorry, but unless you can afford the price, I'm not capable of doing good deeds."

"I understand." Celeste knew that he couldn't convince Coulson. Marth was right. The moral quality of "repaying kindness" has been outdated for many years, especially in places like the wasteland. , morality is simply vulnerable in the face of extreme scarcity of material.

Celeste put away the gold, and when he stood up and wanted to leave, his eyes stayed on the CT machine in the corner of the room.

This behemoth has been broken for many years, and now it can only be used as a sundry shelf, and sometimes it is used as a temporary hospital bed when there are not enough beds. Coulson has never thrown it away, one is because it is too heavy It was difficult to move out, and secondly, he was reluctant. He always thought that maybe this thing could be repaired one day, even though he also knew that the factory that produced this kind of machine and parts had long since ceased to exist.

Celeste reached out and touched the dusty big guy, then turned to Coulson and said, "If I can fix the CT machine for you, will you sell me the anti-inflammatory medicine?"

Coulson silently looked at the CT machine that had saved countless people, because people after the war have always lived in a high-radiation and high-pollution environment. Malignant tumors can be said to be one of the most common causes of death in the wasteland. Maybe Second only to starving and being murdered.If the CT machine can still function normally, many patients with tumors can be detected and removed early, instead of waiting for the tumor to turn into cancer, and an autopsy after death to find out what the problem is.

"Okay, if you can fix it well." Coulson sighed, agreeing to Celeste's conditions.

In fact, he didn't believe that Celeste could fix this thing at all, he just wanted to get rid of this boy's entanglement, or to make his conscience feel better.