Chapter 72: Uncle You Seeks Medicine

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yi glanced at her. Worried that Zhang Yi might disdain her compassionate nature, Zhou Ke'er hastily explained, "At that time, the snow disaster had just begun, and I thought it would pass quickly."

Zhang Yi dismissed it with a smile, placing his phone on the table with his hands crossed. "That's not the issue. The supplies you gave must have been consumed by now. How has she managed to survive?"

With a piece of ribs still in her mouth, Zhou Ke'er, upon hearing Zhang Yi's question, quietly placed the ribs back into the bowl. "Lin Xiaohu died about ten days ago because of a lack of medicine."

Zhang Yi nodded. "That makes sense."

He suddenly chuckled. "In the past, Lin Chunxia always said Lin Xiaohu was the apple of her eye, wishing she could keep him in her mouth. It seems she achieved that."

Unable to contain herself, Zhou Ke'er covered her mouth, giving Zhang Yi a reproachful look. "I'm still eating!"

"Haha!"

Seeing the success of his mischief, Zhang Yi couldn't help but laugh. Suddenly, he felt that having a woman living with him was quite interesting. At least, conversations wouldn't be so dull.

During their conversation, shouts from outside interrupted them. Both turned their heads to look out the window. About forty meters away in Building 18, separated from their residence, a naked man stood on the balcony, holding his arms high and shouting into the wind. Soon after, to the onlookers' gaze, he seemed to dive down like a diver.

Frowning slightly, Zhou Ke'er couldn't help but sigh, "When will this snow disaster end?" In the post-apocalyptic world, suicides were not uncommon due to the lack of hope for the future.

Zhang Yi shook his head, "Who knows? The changes in nature are beyond the current technological capabilities of humanity. As long as we can survive, that's all that matters."

As they continued their conversation, Zhang Yi's phone rang. Seeing the caller's name, Uncle You, he answered the call.

"Hello, Uncle You."

"Zhang Yi, hehe, are you... are you okay now?"

Uncle You spoke hesitantly, accompanied by an unnatural, silly laugh. Having known him for many years, Zhang Yi recognized that this behavior usually indicated that Uncle You had a favor to ask and felt embarrassed about it.

After some consideration, Zhang Yi concluded that if Uncle You was asking for supplies, he could spare a bit. Being a former soldier for five years, Uncle You was agile and could be useful in the future. Thus, Zhang Yi was happy to offer some help.

"Uncle You, I'm fine now. It's just that there's an extra person in my house, and our supplies are depleting quickly."

He glanced at Zhou Ke'er.

With a slightly red face, Zhou Ke'er lowered her head and continued picking at her rice.

"Oh, that is indeed a problem. More people mean more consumption. Hmm, that's true."

Uncle You's tone gradually weakened, seeming hesitant. After some hesitation, he spoke, "Zhang Yi, I... have something to ask you."

"Uncle You, don't be polite. Just say it. As long as it's something I can help with, I'll do my best."

Uncomfortably, Uncle You said, "It's like this. Xie Limei's daughter, Tang Bao, has a fever. I don't have any medicine at home. She's all red now, and both her mom and I are anxious. Do... do you still have medicine there?"

Towards the end, Uncle You's voice trembled, full of entreaty.

Zhang Yi's eyes widened, looking like he had just eaten a delicious melon. Well, it turned out Xie Limei had found Uncle You as a stand-in! This woman had an eye for talent, choosing the second-best option among all the single men in the building, second only to Zhang Yi. However, thinking about Xie Limei's situation in the previous life, Zhang Yi instantly understood and let it go. She looked pitiful, but in the end, she survived longer than Zhang Yi, indicating she wasn't as innocent as she appeared.

Xie Limei was not yet thirty, a 6 out of 10 in appearance, but her figure was full due to having a child.

Uncle You, being a bachelor for most of his life, couldn't resist the temptation of such a mature woman.

Personal affairs were not Zhang Yi's concern.

"Ah, I see. Uncle You, congratulations!"

Uncle You seemed embarrassed, "Congratulations for what? It's just living together. You know my situation. If it weren't for the current snow disaster, I wouldn't have found a wife."

Zhang Yi said, "I have a few boxes of medicine here. Come over and take them later."

Zhang Yi's tone was casual, but the keywords "a few boxes" revealed a crucial piece of information—Zhang Yi didn't have much fever-reducing medicine left. Despite the harsh conditions and shortage of supplies, he still decisively gave some to Uncle You.

Take a moment to appreciate Zhang Yi's generosity. How can you not give your