The Pregnant Mommy Survive on Unlimited Supplies

Hua Mi clutched at her hair, desperately trying to remember who Gong Yi was but simply couldn't recall this man.

She looked hopelessly towards Chi Chuan, whose stall was entirely stocked with underwear.

She couldn't be of much help to Chi Chuan, but out of politeness, she offered to buy all the women's underwear from his stall.

"Can you even wear them all?"

Chi Chuan, clearly skeptical, dragged out five or six bulging duffel bags, unzipped them, and showed Hua Mi the tightly packed women's panties inside.

All kinds of styles, colors, sizes...

There must have been tens of thousands of pairs.

Hua Mi thought about it; wearing a different pair each day, it would take at least ten thousand days to get through them all, and that's not even including the fact that new underwear would need to be washed before wearing.

She was about to say she didn't need so many when Chi Chuan pulled out several big sacks of disposable underwear from the truck behind him.

It was the kind of sterilized underwear you use for travel, disposable after one wear.

Hua Mi's eyes lit up immediately, and she nodded decisively,

"I'll take them all. However many sterilized underwear you have, I want them."

Such things could never be too plentiful.

After all, every day after the apocalypse, people struggled at the edge of life and death, by then, simply surviving was difficult enough, let alone worrying about personal hygiene.

It could get so busy that taking a bath might only happen once in half a year, and not changing underwear for dozens of days was quite normal.

That's why there were so many women in the post-apocalypse suffering from gynecological diseases.

A little itch was considered a minor symptom.

Therefore, undergarments needed to be changed daily.

Hua Mi couldn't worry about others, but as long as she had the means, she felt she should pay attention to personal hygiene.

"A lot, I have a friend who runs an online store selling these, and I'm helping him clear his stock."

As Chi Chuan spoke, he pulled out a few sacks of disposable sterilized bras from the truck,

"Do you want these? They don't have much shape, won't hold up well."

"At this point, who cares about shape? As long as you can wear it and it doesn't jostle about when running, it's fine."

Hua Mi wasn't particular; they were experiencing a natural disaster now, no imminent need to run here and there. In a few years, when humans and other creatures had mutated, a person stepping outside would have two or three zombies trailing behind.

Then the survivors would have to run.

If women didn't wear bras, it would be very noticeable when running.

Hua Mi, far-sighted as she was, took everything from Chi Chuan—the stack of disposable sterilized underwear and bras, including the heaps of men's and women's underwear from his stall.

Then, she arranged with Chi Chuan to bring over all the disposable sterilized underwear and bras from his friend's warehouse next time.

She would take all the stock he had.

Chi Chuan looked at her as if he'd found a kindred spirit, thinking Hua Mi was also in the business of buying and selling goods. He "heh"ed, no fuss, took the money right away, and exchanged contact information with Hua Mi before driving off in his empty truck.

Afraid that Hua Mi would change her mind and want to return those ten to twenty big sacks of underwear and bras.

And so, Hua Mi stood alone, guarding two stalls, leisurely retrieving self-suction breathing devices and bottles of ethanol one by one from her large shoulder bag in the bustling vending area.

It was like moving house, as she packed batteries, sanitary pads, underwear, bras into the big shoulder bag.

By the time the night had fallen, all the breathing devices and ethanol from Hua Mi's Level 4 warehouse had sold out. She had tidied up her two stalls; everything was packed neatly onto a flatbed cart, fitting just right.

She had thought that as evening came, the vendors outside the emergency center would gradually disperse. Hua Mi, taking advantage of the late market, could snag some bargains at a cheap price.

But the vending area only grew more crowded at night. Just as Hua Mi began to pack up her stuff, her vacated spot was immediately taken by someone else.

Everyone was busy getting rid of their goods, and even more people came to sell their second-hand items there, extending the daytime vending area much further.

Hua Mi found this amusing. Without further care, she mounted her flatbed cart hauling a load of goods and slowly headed towards the end of the vending zone.

Along the way, she scavenged for items while casually stuffing things into her Level 4 storage.

While Hua Mi enjoyed her shopping spree in the vending area, a weeping Fang Xin was exiting from the emergency room area of the emergency center.

Waiting for her outside was her colleague and friend Dai Fang.

Dai Fang held medicine in her hand and supported the pale-faced Fang Xin, speaking in a very unpleasant tone,

"Has your sister gone mad? How could she beat you like this? This is a civilized society; report her to the police."

Fang Xin was stunned, her face ghastly pale as she covered her stomach and cried pitifully,

"She's still my sister. I must have done something wrong to make her lose her temper. I, I..."

As she spoke, Fang Xin seemed too distressed to continue.

But in truth, after crawling away from Hua Mi, Fang Xin had immediately made her way to the emergency area of the emergency center, seeking help while not forgetting to borrow a phone to call the police.

The police had no time and said that the emergency center was now under the Garrison's control, and since Fang Xin was beaten in this temporary emergency center, she should go directly to the Garrison.

Fang Xin had sought the Garrison at the emergency area, and initially they took her account seriously.

But after using the walkie-talkies to report and prepare to capture Hua Mi... it was unclear what "py" they'd reached internally, but the matter simply died there.

No further action was seen from the Garrison to capture Hua Mi and ask for an explanation.

Fang Xin deeply doubted whether anyone cared about these fights and scuffles anymore.

Seeing Fang Xin sobbing as if her heart would break, Dai Fang couldn't help but clench her fists,

"Your sister is truly heartless and ruthless. Next time I see her, I'll teach her a lesson for you."

And seeing Fang Xin stooping, looking very uncomfortable, Dai Fang indignantly said,

"You've been beaten up like this, and the emergency area doesn't even arrange a bed for you to rest for a few days? If you hadn't called me, I wouldn't have known you were in this state. So, what do we do now?"

The tearful Fang Xin was also very angry inside,

"The emergency area said there weren't enough beds, and that my injuries weren't life-threatening, so they told me not to occupy a bed."

Apparently, the emergency area's nurses had said that those just dug out from the ruins, with their heads cracked and guts spilled, needed the beds more.

But just because Fang Xin was beaten up like this, did she not deserve a bed?

These people in charge might as well not consider others as humans; Fang Xin felt so pitiful, being bullied like this.

Thus, in the emergency area, she took the nurse's phone and dialed a complaint hotline.

She reported all of the Garrison personnel and the doctors and nurses of the temporary emergency center, one by one.