bullyxtreme Chapter 37: Mist 1
Chapter 37: Mist 1
"what!!"
At this moment, the patient in the room behind him let out a heart-wrenching scream, and Anjiu shuddered.
Pu Huai was stunned and quickly shifted his gaze to look at Grandma An.
He nodded and said, "I'm glad you woke up. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
Grandma An was too embarrassed to bother him any further and nodded repeatedly: "Okay, Captain Pu, you go ahead and do your work. I can find the way home."
After Pu Huai left, Grandma An tried to lead the way. When they passed the route map for the third time, An Jiu finally couldn't help but stop and said to the anxious and sweaty grandmother that she thought they should follow the crowd.
From the surroundings, we can tell that this is on the 20th floor. Xiaojiu has never been here before, let alone finding the way. In order not to expose the fact that he is not the one who can read, Anjiu made up an excuse.
Grandma An, who was a little panicked, thought this was a good idea at first reaction.
After much difficulty, they picked out a kind-looking, neatly dressed person from the crowd. The two followed behind him not too far away, and after several turns, they finally reached the central platform.
The sandstorm did not seem to cause any trouble to the residents here, and the ground was still as clean and tidy as before.
The person who led them rushed into the exclusive elevator without even looking up, and his anxious movements seemed as if he had broken into the 48th floor by himself.
In fact, it is not his fault. The number of sixth-class citizens who come here for medical treatment is indeed several times more than before.
The two walked along the edge of the exclusive elevator until they saw a narrow entrance - the elevator to the upper floors was inside.
While waiting for the elevator, An Jiu suddenly remembered something. The contribution points were all in her hands, so how did Grandma An pay?
"I went to ask Captain Pu for help, and he lent me 300 contribution points." Grandma An looked at her cautiously, "You fainted just after the wind stopped, and slept for several days in a row. No matter how I called you, I couldn't wake you up. I was really worried, so..."
Three hundred contribution points is a huge number. You have to work hard for more than a week without eating or drinking to save up that much.
Captain Pu was so generous in his first move that even Grandma An was shocked.
She originally thought it was a lot, but the doctor charged her a hundred dollars for outpatient fees. As for the subsequent charges, she had never experienced it and didn't know anything about it. She was also worried that Anjiu would never wake up again, so she paid whatever the doctor asked her to pay out of fear and terror.
Now that she has recovered from her shock, Grandma An is so heartbroken that she almost vomits blood.
Too expensive, too expensive!!
The elevator shakily descended from the top, and the chain stopped after sliding for a while. After everyone inside had left, Anjiu helped his grandmother walk in.
An Jiu lowered the elevator door, but kept thinking in her head, why did Captain Pu dare to borrow such a large contribution value? If she really couldn't survive, it would be absolutely impossible for Grandma An to pay it back.
Whether it is the relationship between neighbors or superiors, neither of these two kinds of feelings is enough to support him to lend so much contribution value.
Being able to easily lend out a debt that may never be recovered at least shows that he is capable and can afford the consequences of losing the money.
After much thought, An Jiu could only come to an incredible conclusion - he was extremely powerful and didn't care about this contribution value at all.
Perhaps, it could also explain why the captain of the guard had such a good relationship with him.
But he lived on the 44th floor, living and working with the sixth-class citizens...
This person is just a cloud of fog, and it is completely impossible to see clearly.
An Jiu noticed from the corner of his eye that Grandma An was in a bad mood, so he leaned close to her ear and comforted her, "Don't worry, I will find a way to return it to him."
Grandma An moved her lips as if she wanted to say something, but finally she held back.
The 48th floor was reached in a blink of an eye.
The familiar cement floor was, to Anjiu's surprise, cleaned. If you didn't look closely, it would be no different from usual.
Area E, Ding Road.
Anjiu quickly dismissed his previous thoughts.
The narrow corridor was filled with a thick layer of broken glass and sand. The iron doors of the rooms on both sides were still locked, with the protruding spikes covered with remnants of cloth.
Through the gap, the inside was in ruins - the ground had collapsed, the glass was all broken, nearly half of the bed was missing, and the entire room bore traces of a sandstorm.
In one of the rooms, the walls were covered with black and red blood splattered on them...
Anjiu supported his grandmother and walked slowly past the empty doors.
Most of the iron doors on the left side of the corridor are open, and you can occasionally see people sitting at the door or cleaning their own doorsteps.
The rustling sound of sweeping the floor added a bit of vitality to this quiet space.
No matter what, they still have to find a way to survive.
Turning into the room at the end of the corridor, they arrived home. The condition of the house was not much different from the other rooms. It would be uninhabitable without cleaning it up.
Anjiu went to check the glass windows first.
There are three pieces of glass in the house, about 60 cm long and 45 cm wide, slightly larger in the middle.
After a night of sandstorm, everything was broken into pieces, and now only the frame is left.
Especially since the rainy season is coming soon, if there are no windows to block the rain, the rain will rush in and there will be no dry place to sleep.
The most important thing right now is to buy some glass and install it.
Grandma An was making up the bed. She laid the bed boards horizontally and diagonally, trying to fill in the gaps where the boards were missing. When she heard An Jiu say that he was going downstairs to buy some glass, she opened her mouth, but her poverty made her shrink her neck and she murmured:
"That's so expensive, how can we afford it..."
An Jiu ignored her words, said he would go downstairs to take a look, and hurried out.
When she passed by Pu Huai's room, she took a look inside. When she saw that not only were the windows intact and the floor clean, but the bed was also neatly made, she couldn't help but feel envious.
As expected, no matter where you go, it’s good to have money in your hands, and your life will be more comfortable than others.
Following the creaking sound of glass, Anjiu walked from the shabby path to the smooth concrete road. The platform where many people used to sit and relax was now deserted, and even fewer people took the elevator.
She walked in very smoothly, and went straight to the Cailutong small shop on the 28th floor.
Dingling's wind chimes were just ringing halfway when the shop owner shouted from inside: "I have customers here, please wait patiently outside for a while!"
Anjiu put down his hand and found a place to sit outside the door.
The shop's soundproofing was not very good, and the customer inside said unhappily, "I think you bosses are the most generous. No matter who it is, as long as they can contribute, your shop will not refuse anyone."
The shop owner laughed heartily from the bottom of his heart: "You are both right and wrong. I do business to live a better life. Why should I bother with contribution points? I know you feel uncomfortable, but I didn't let her in.
"Besides, the sandstorm a few days ago was quite severe. Their lives were already difficult, and they were hit by a natural disaster. That was really miserable. Hehe, why should I rub salt into their wounds? I'll just consider it as accumulating merit."