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."

more polite to anyone else, but she didn't

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

But remembering she was at Stella's mercy, she tried

scoffed, riding her scooter away, leaving Julia

thoroughly with alcohol. Checking the backyard, she saw Smoky and Snowy, quietly munching on

voice crackled through the walkie-talkie, "Stella, switch

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

so sore, feels like swallowing razor blades," Austin chuckled bitterly, then reassured himself, "Dylan's feeling

taking them, and drink plenty of fluids. They

the walkie-talkie, a loud knocking came from downstairs, "Dr. Stella, we've come to

one person; a whole crowd had gathered, some covering their mouths

focusing on tuning into the

channel was buzzing. Julia, between coughs, accused Stella of withholding medicine, calling her heartless and accusing her of leaving others

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

and Julia's manipulation, Sophia

Building 50 instead. Although they were wary of Building 50, the fear of death

in their pleas, entertained herself by listening to the drama

should she give it to you? Shut your trap, or believe me, I'll take your door off

that, Monkey joined

of two-way merchants lacked in many skills but not in verbosity, but each