Let someone like me, who isn’t well-off, suffer from snow and frost

"Little Pham, where did this child come from?"

As soon as he returned to the apartment complex, he saw the two old men playing with some newly made toys again. Old man Vuong stood to the side watching, while old man Chu had transformed into a skilled craftsman, crafting some new playthings.

"Two elders, I was out earlier when I heard a baby crying. I went to check and then..." Lam Pham recounted the incident, expressing himself clearly and logically, emphasizing the dramatic elements without making it overly complicated. He even described the scent in the air, clearly wanting the two elders to vividly imagine the scene.

A silent clothing store. Ferocious zombies outside. Rotting corpses upstairs. A baby in the arms of a corpse.

He highlighted these environmental factors.

After hearing the story—

Old man Vương Trung Quốc sighed. "Ah, a mother's love in the apocalypse… and yet the child lost its parents so young. It's truly…"

Even though he had been through a lot, hearing something like this always left a deep sadness in his heart.

"Elder, is Từ nãi nãi still in the vegetable garden? This child seems to be in a critical state. I want her to take a look," Lam Pham said, knowing that Từ nãi nãi used to be a military medic. Her medical skills were the real deal—battlefield-proven.

"She's in the garden."

"I'll go right now."

Lam Pham carried the child and sprinted toward the vegetable garden.

The two old men followed behind, though their speed couldn't possibly match Lam Pham. In their eyes, his legs were like electric-powered scooters—crazy fast.

Garden area.

Lý Mai and Lương nãi nãi were tending to the vegetable garden, chatting and laughing. In this apocalyptic world, such a peaceful scene was rare. Their ability to enjoy this kind of life was largely thanks to the Sunshine Residence—and even more so, thanks to Lam Pham's presence from the very beginning.

"Từ nãi nãi, please take a look at this child."

Lam Pham approached Từ Quế Phân with the baby in his arms.

Từ Quế Phân was stunned at first, clearly not expecting Lam Pham to return holding a baby. But she quickly set down her tools and carefully examined the child.

Though she wasn't a pediatric specialist, she had enough general medical knowledge to make a decent assessment.

With a serious look on her face, Từ nãi nãi said, "This baby is probably around six months old. Severely malnourished. Body temperature is low. There's an infection on the baby's bottom. Quick, we need warm water and immediate cleaning."

"Tiểu Phàm, go get some red mold ointment, sterile gauze, and also bring back a can of Stage 1 formula for babies 0–6 months. That's the bare minimum. We'll reassess depending on the child's condition."

"Okay." Lam Pham memorized everything Từ nãi nãi had said.

Then, without hesitation, he turned and dashed away.

Before the two old men could even reach the garden, they saw Lam Pham sprinting toward them. They were about to speak when Lam Pham passed them, shouting—

"I'm going out to buy some supplies…"

The two old men blinked, confused. He was in such a rush, like something major had happened.

Before they could react, Từ Quế Phân and Lý Mai rushed by with the baby, not even stopping to say a word, heading straight for the stairs.

"What are you standing around for? Something must be wrong with the child! Let's go after them!" Vương lão gia tử snapped out of it, patted old Chu's shoulder, and chased after them.

Outside.

Khang Hải Pharmacy.

The pharmacy was a complete mess. In the past, Lam Pham might have commented on the chaos, maybe even joked about being hired to clean the place. But now, he walked in without hesitation, searching for the supplies Từ nãi nãi had mentioned.

"Red mold ointment… red mold ointment…"

He moved down the aisles, scanning carefully. With no one around to help, he had to find it himself.

Roar!

A zombie in a white coat staggered out from a shadowy corner. Zombies could follow noise, but unless they saw fresh flesh, they often just stood there dumbly—almost like they were conserving energy.

This one was different.

The female zombie in a white coat had clearly been a pharmacy employee before she turned. Not a doctor or nurse, but someone who dressed like one to give customers a sense of trust.

They'd even give a few recommendations, usually slightly more expensive medicine, with a practiced smile.

Lam Pham ignored her, still focused on finding the ointment. He had already found the sterile gauze; he just needed the red mold ointment. He figured it must be nearby, since most pharmacies organized products by category.

"Don't bother me. I'm looking for something," he muttered, hunched over, checking the shelves.

The zombie woman shuffled closer, dragging a wounded leg.

Roar!

She finally reached him, mouth open, black blood dripping, foul stench assaulting his nose.

Phfft!

Frostmourne pierced her skull.

Without even looking at her, Lam Pham pulled the sword out and continued browsing the shelf.

"Found it."

He smiled, grabbed the ointment, and headed to the counter.

"How much?"

No one answered. He used the self-checkout scanner and paid on his own. It wasn't expensive.

Next stop: the Mẹ Anh baby store, to get formula for 0–6 month-old infants.

He picked up his pace.

On the street.

Traffic lights—green and red—were still blinking. In the apocalypse, having power wasn't rare; their apartment complex still had electricity too. Some homes had secretly tapped into the grid, which might explain why some households had mysteriously high electric bills.

At the crosswalk, Lam Pham wasn't alone.

Unexpectedly, there was also an elderly woman in a wheelchair waiting for the light. She was already a zombie—bound tightly to her chair.

When she saw Lam Pham standing beside her, she growled and thrashed, trying to lunge at him—but failed.

Lam Pham looked over and said politely, "Hello."

He found her oddly friendly. Even though she was a zombie, she didn't immediately attack—kind of refreshing.

Roar! Roar!

She kept screaming, desperately trying to bite him, but with her restraints and paralyzed condition, she simply couldn't.

Lam Pham offered a slightly awkward but polite smile.

"Good day to you, ma'am."

Ding!

The green light came on.

Lam Pham was about to cross, but the old woman didn't move. He turned back, grabbed the handles of her wheelchair, and pushed her across the street.

This was normal.

Helping an elderly person cross the road was basic etiquette—a small act of kindness.

Every old person once contributed something to this city. In their later years, if they couldn't walk well and had no family around, life became truly difficult.

The crosswalk wasn't long.

Soon, he reached the other side with her.

Doing good things uplifts your spirit and brightens your entire day. Lam Pham used to doubt this, but after doing his first good deed, he realized how true it was.

Even the smallest kind act could improve your mood.

If the act was significant, not only would you feel joy, but society might even reward you with praise, fame, or fortune.

Righteousness will always shine down on the path.

"Goodbye, ma'am."

He waved.

The old zombie woman twisted her face and flailed her arms in reply.

Maybe she was saying:

"Good child, thank you."

Tan Phong Mother and Child Store.

The shop's glass façade was cracked, the inside gloomy and cluttered, with items scattered all over the floor, and even traces of congealed blood still visible.

On one of the shelves, he found the infant formula he was looking for.

Fei Hac, Tinh Phi Pham, Stage 1 infant formula, suitable for babies from 0 to 6 months.

"The price isn't too bad, one hundred ninety-nine yuan."

He picked up a can, then grabbed a baby bottle. Remembering that formula needed to be mixed with water at about 45°C, he figured he'd also need a temperature-controlled water warmer.

Small sturdy bear brand, temperature-controlled warmer, priced at one hundred and eight.

Still affordable.

He gathered the items and went to pay.

The prices were all clearly marked:Formula – 199 yuanWater warmer – 108 yuanBaby bottle – 191 yuan

A total of 498 yuan.

Lam Pham was very poor, didn't have much money. After paying for these items, he was completely broke — but not the least bit distressed.

Money — you can't take it with you when you're born, and you won't bring it with you when you die.As long as it's spent on something meaningful, it's worth it.

No money? Then just go earn more.

As long as I, Lam Pham, have hands and feet, am not lazy, and can endure hardship, I won't starve to death.

Got the supplies.

Time to leave the store quickly — the baby at home was definitely waiting anxiously.

And he also wanted to say something to the mother who had passed away.

Don't worry.

I'll take good care of your child.

Even though I don't know how to take care of a baby...

But where I'm staying, there's Sister Lý, and four elderly folks — they've all been through a lot and have tons of experience.