18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 325

Stella spent a good half-day spying through her binoculars, noticing several figures in white hazmat suits emerging from the building, accompanied by the masked Evan and a few police officers.

Experts from the Institute of Medical Research had arrived, but the naked eye couldn't identify whether the herbs were toxic. The safest bet was to take them back for testing.

After several years of natural disasters, the medical community had suffered great losses. Survivors who fell ill had no choice but to endure. The arrival of two truckloads of medicinal herbs was like rain after a long drought.

Evan had never worked with them before, but realizing the significance of these herbs, he gently reminded, "These herbs were anonymously donated by a philanthropist from Griffith, specifically for treating the smog virus. I hope they'll be used as intended." Collin shook his hand firmly, "Rest assured, Evan, we'll strictly adhere to the donor's wishes. If you get a chance, please convey our gratitude."

Evan couldn't help but ask, "Do these herbs really work against the smog virus?"

"It's too early to tell, but they're all geared towards liver and lung protection. Judging by the quality of the herbs, they seem quite promising."

While they were talking, two large trucks drove into the police station, and a group of soldiers methodically loaded the herbs and escorted the research institute colleagues back to Swan Hill. After handshakes and goodbyes, the trucks slowly departed.

Stella put down her binoculars, deep in thought.

The research institute had the best protective gear, followed by the military and police. Clearly, officials had been preparing to fight the smog for a while now. She hoped they would win this battle. Riding her electric scooter back to the neighborhood, she faintly heard coughing from more than one home, which put her on high alert. Could the virus be more dangerous than she thought?

"Dr. Stella," someone emerged from Building 19, coughing and wheezing heavily, "Do you have any medicine?"

"No," Stella replied without blinking, "Even if I did, I wouldn't give it to you."

anyone else, but she didn't

you going to help a neighbor in need? I won't ask for free. I'll trade something for it." "Why should I help you?" Stella retorted, "Ever since I moved into Building 50, you've been nothing but trouble, constantly stirring up drama. Everything you do is aimed at making people's lives miserable because you think 'nouveau riche' like me don't deserve to live among you. The past is long gone, and yet you still act like you're some kind of aristocrat. It's not like you weren't given a chance, and instead of appreciating it, you

she was at Stella's mercy, she tried to soften her voice, "Stella, there's been a

her scooter away,

thoroughly with alcohol. Checking the backyard, she saw Smoky and

through the walkie-talkie,

sounded rough, and Stella asked with concern, "Did you

Austin chuckled bitterly, then reassured himself, "Dylan's feeling a bit better

them, and drink plenty of fluids.

from downstairs, "Dr. Stella, we've come to trade for medicine. Please open

whole crowd had gathered, some covering their mouths with

ignored them, focusing on tuning

Stella of withholding

had made its name from a single fight, and considering its brilliant battle history during the never-ending night, its surprisingly cordial relationship with the Porras family, the majority of the people in the neighborhood were keen on getting into their good books. Even if they grudged the alliance, they had to suppress their feelings. With that in mind, Julia's reckless 'devil may care' attitude was truly

death and Julia's manipulation, Sophia

instead. Although they were wary of Building

pleas, entertained herself by listening to the drama

had medicine, why should she give it

Monkey joined in

group of two-way merchants lacked in many skills but not in verbosity, but each one were capable of infuriating Julia