"Listen up, everyone! Line up!"
"Strictly observe discipline!"
"No looting!"
"Beep beep----"
Chaos reigned in the desert.
Tens of thousands of starving people huddled together, trying their best to get as close as possible to the food distribution window.
The guards stood by, batons in hand, repeatedly scanning the crowd. They knew all too well how easily this situation could spiral out of control; people gathered in large groups, especially a group of starving people, were rarely rational.
To prevent the situation from getting out of control, they even used high-pressure water cannons.
However, these starving people hadn't had proper hydration in a long time, and they preferred to lie on the ground and let the water rush down on them, just to take the opportunity to drink a few more mouthfuls of water.
The entire food distribution process was filled with violence. Many starving people were hit with batons by police officers and then beaten to the ground by high-pressure water cannons, unable to lift their heads. However, the overall order was not out of control, there were no stampedes, and no looting was successfully carried out.
After a full three hours, all the starving people on site finally had a hearty meal, something they hadn't had in a long time.
However, Wang Lei also received bad news.
"Deep in the desert, there are approximately 20,000 people who are unable to move and are in very poor condition," the search party reported back.
"Sigh," Wang Lei pointed to a few teams, "You guys take liquid food and bottled water to feed those people, and then give them some medicine. Whether they can pull through depends on themselves. There's not much we can do to help them now."
There are a full 20,000 people. Under normal circumstances, the Mutual Aid Society could launch a rescue operation, but it's impossible now.
Because most of the medical resources that the Mutual Aid Society could mobilize were already with Yuan Heguang, who had 1.2 billion people in hundreds or thousands of cities and settlements. Even the simplest free clinic required a terrifying number of doctors.
Moreover, these medical teams are scattered all over the country and cannot be brought together in a short period of time.
Furthermore, the starving people here have been hungry for too long, and those who are unable to move are basically in the final stages of their lives.
This isn't about 20,000 patients; it's about 20,000 critically ill people on the verge of death. Under normal circumstances, each of them would be sent to the hospital for examination, a customized treatment plan would be developed, and emergency care would begin, followed by a long period of treatment.
Only with proper care can recovery be possible.
Just like the slaves in Finch Spacetime.
But the number of slaves in Finch Spacetime was far less than the number of these starving people.
No matter the society or the hospital, it is impossible to save 20,000 terminally ill patients in need of emergency care at the same time.
This number has far exceeded the capacity of medical resources.
Moreover, this is just one exile point; the situation in other places is probably no better.
Conservative estimates suggest there are at least hundreds of thousands, or even close to ten million, starving people on the verge of death. If twenty thousand cannot be saved, how can nearly ten million be saved?
Of course, difficult circumstances do not mean that Mutual Aid Society will do nothing.
Zhang Tianyuan had the medical team summarize the common ailments of this era long ago, including deficiencies in this vitamin or that vitamin C, as well as respiratory diseases such as asthma and rhinitis.
Doctors have prepared a large number of convenient medicine kits for these conditions, just for this time of year.
The soldiers would feed the immobile starving civilians the medicine from their medicine packets. If it was the right medicine, it would alleviate their symptoms and allow them to survive temporarily, so that they would naturally receive better medical care in the future.
As for those starving people who are now suffering from acute illnesses and are on the verge of death, the only option is to give up.
Unless we can conjure up an operating room and a personal doctor for each of them in the desert, these people are simply beyond saving...
Wang Lei and the other team members were aware of the situation; all they could do was try their best and leave the rest to fate.
After this group of team members left.
Wang Lei climbed onto the roof of the car, looking down at everyone, holding a large Horn in his hand.
"This is the last and only meal we're offering you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the starving people below started to riot again, but the guards, carrying batons, quickly brought the situation under control.
Wang Lei continued:
"We are about to leave, but we will give you a chance to have enough to eat. However, you can only grasp that opportunity with your own hands, even with your own blood."
"Now, those who are willing, answer me!"
The sound amplified by the Horn couldn't travel very far in the desert and was quickly swallowed up by the sandstorm.
But one by one, the starving people stood up, even as they swayed, determined to stand firm amidst the wind and sand.
countless
His eyes, like those of a hungry wolf, were fixed on Wang Lei.
Instead of being frightened, Wang Lei showed an appreciative smile.
He turned his head, signaling the team members to begin distributing the temporary agreements. These were specifically prepared for the starving people, so that they could legally pass through the Spacetime Tunnel without joining the Mutual Aid Society.
at the same time.
Hundreds of kilometers away.
A convoy of freight trucks is waiting to be loaded into a grain warehouse.
Their destination was the large brewery that had been mentioned at the time-space conference.
The drivers got off their trucks and gathered in the waiting room, watching as bags of grain were loaded onto their cargo boxes one after another. Several of them had longing in their eyes.
Only a few drivers, their faces weathered by time, looked down at the ground, silent and expressionless, like wooden puppets.
The granary manager was on site to keep an eye on things and prevent theft.
Seeing the burning greed in the drivers' eyes, the fat supervisor sneered, "Some of you are newbies; you might not know the consequences of stealing grain. I hope someone can teach them..."
The drivers, their faces etched with the marks of time, finally looked up, about to make a promise, when suddenly a loud bang came from outside.
boom!
It sounded like something hitting something.
The chubby manager initially thought there had been a car accident, and went out to ask what had happened.
They saw that the high wall at the edge of the granary had been completely smashed down, and several huge black heavy trucks drove straight in, crushing the bricks and stones.
Then a black shadow appeared in his eyes...
desert.
Everyone pressed their fingerprints on the provisional agreement.
A black Spacetime Tunnel soon appeared before everyone.
"The grain is right across the street!"
"No need to ask anything, grab your weapons! If you want your next meal, then charge in!"
As soon as he finished speaking, several heavy trucks in the convoy lifted their trailers and dumped a large pile of rifles onto the ground with a whoosh, like sand being poured out.
Other heavy trucks also lifted their trailers and dumped large quantities of bullets onto the ground.
On one side were rifles, and on the other were bullets, piled up like two small mountains in front of the starving people.
The starving people, panting heavily and in a daze, moved forward on instinct!