Getting Rich or Getting Killed
When the Medical Team returned to the Coaster Public Service Vehicle, besides the medicine, boxes of medical equipment, and their personal luggage, they had also acquired two large baskets of wild mountain fruit. Red, green, purple, gray, pink—fruits of every color, some sweet and some sour, in all sorts of sizes and shapes.
Qishui'ao Village had few local specialties, and the villagers could barely afford to eat their fill. All they could do was gather wild fruit from the mountains and offer it to the Medical Team in gratitude for treating them and giving them medicine.
The villagers felt bad that they couldn't come up with a proper thank-you gift on the spot, but the Medical Team didn't mind. They had come to treat people and provide medicine, not to eat and take things from them.
Sitting in the vehicle, Li Bai picked up a handful of Chinese date plums and ate them as he picked them out one by one. Then he took out the letter Granny Hua had entrusted to him again.
The address and recipient were Group 23, Liannan Village, Dongwang Township, Qin Chunshan.
After they finished their rounds in Baikou Township, Dongwang Township would be their next stop. It might be six or seven days before they could deliver the letter to its recipient.
They wouldn't have asked Li Bai, someone they could trust, to act as a temporary postman if they hadn't been completely unable to find anyone else.
It wasn't just Li Bai. Every doctor had one or more pieces of fruit in hand. After all, the weather hadn't cooled down completely yet, and the fruit would spoil if they didn't eat it soon.
The team leader, Pediatrician Sun Shuhui, held up a small, green-skinned apple about the size