Volume One, Chapter 6: Earning Money Through Medicine and Fruit

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After tidying everything up, Wan’er Dong arrived at the secret chamber within the base. He activated his supernatural ability, recalling Qin Fan’s words that he could contact him anytime. Tentatively, he spoke aloud to the ability, “Qin Fan, Qin Fan, are you there?”

At that moment, Qin Fan was admiring the gold in his hands when his phone buzzed. Hastily, he opened his live streaming room and was surprised to see Wan’er Dong had entered the stream. He had kept the stream open all day, worried the other might not find him.

“I’m here, I’m here. What’s wrong? Has something happened?” Qin Fan asked hurriedly, sensing the urgency in Wan’er Dong’s voice.

“Well... Qin Fan, is there any way you could get some alcohol and some anti-inflammatory medicine over there?” Wan’er Dong felt almost shameless asking, knowing how precious medical supplies were—probably even the Supernatural Bureau’s top echelon had very little.

“If it’s not possible, then forget it. I know medicine is hard to come by,” Wan’er Dong added, feeling disappointed when Qin Fan didn’t immediately respond.

“Ahem... Wan’er Dong, I do have some medicine here, though not much. How much do you need?” Qin Fan replied. He had just fetched the medical kit from home; as a rural worker, injuries were common, so they kept alcohol and anti-inflammatory drugs, albeit in limited amounts.

“What! Qin Fan, you really have them?” Wan’er Dong was taken aback.

“Yes. Look, I see you’re quite anxious, so I’ll give them to you.” Qin Fan made the medicines vanish from his stream and, in the next moment, they appeared in Wan’er Dong’s hands.

“Anti-inflammatory medicine!” Wan’er Dong was stunned as he held the amoxicillin tablets. This was a drug scarce throughout the entire country now, and probably the world had only a few boxes left. Yet here he held two boxes!

As he marveled, another item appeared in his hand.

“Alcohol!”

“Oh my heavens...” If amoxicillin was already precious, alcohol was rarer still—more precious than anti-inflammatory medicine.

At this moment, Wan’er Dong’s heart pounded wildly. Qin Fan was truly doing everything in his power to help, even procuring such hard-to-find medicines.

“Thank... thank you, Qin Fan!” Wan’er Dong stammered unconsciously.

“No need to thank me. You gave me gold—I haven’t even thanked you for that!” Qin Fan said.

“By the way, I can send you 20,000 white steamed buns tomorrow. Is that enough?”

“Twenty thousand!”

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Hearing that number, Wan’er Dong was at a loss for words. A few hundred would have seemed normal, but twenty thousand!

“Yeah! What’s wrong? Is that too little? Not enough?” Qin Fan asked.

“No... no, Qin Fan, it’s plenty! You’ve helped us so much—I don’t even know how to thank you.” As a female warrior of the Supernatural Bureau, Wan’er Dong was usually decisive and merciless, killing without blinking. Yet at this moment, she felt unlike herself entirely.

“Good! This is just temporary. I still have some gold here. Tomorrow, I’ll check what supplies I can get and prepare them for you,” Qin Fan said.

“Supplies too!” Wan’er Dong thought steamed buns were already a heavenly treat for them.

“Yes!”

“Qin Fan, I know you must have spent a lot of gold buying these things. None of these are cheap. I, Wan’er Dong, have taken so much of your help and advantage. If you ever need anything, just say so. Also, this is the gold I just collected from the base. It’s not enough, but I will keep looking.”

“And this,” Wan’er Dong added, “It can extend our communication time.” She had noticed that while she could contact Qin Fan, each session only lasted half an hour. So, she gave him the energy kidney from the zombie body and explained how to use it.

The energy kidney and gold landed in Qin Fan’s hands. The weight was satisfying—he had just been given a hundred grams that morning, and now this. The total must be nearly two hundred grams.

Wow, Wan’er Dong’s efficiency was truly remarkable! She had just received her first bucket of gold in life, and now the second, even a third. Was this her pacing herself?

However, the energy kidney looked strange and had a pungent smell.

“Ahem... don’t rush to look for more gold. Use these twenty thousand steamed buns first. If it’s not enough, tell me. As for the gold, take your time. Hey, can you do me a favor?”

...

The half-hour live stream ended.

Qin Fan took the energy kidney and swallowed it whole according to Wan’er Dong’s instructions. Eating it whole was more effective than crushing it—Qin Fan preferred efficiency.

He felt nothing special except a warm sensation throughout his body and a faint connection with the ancient phone, as if he could sense its vibrations in his mind.

“Could it be that I ate too little for an effect?”

Early the next morning, Qin Fan changed into farmer’s clothes and went to his family’s fruit orchard.

“Yo! Xiao Fan, why are you back home?” Old Wang next door was digging the ground. He stopped and looked at Qin Fan.

“Old Wang, long time no see!” Qin Fan greeted.

“Xiao Fan, weren’t you supposed to graduate from J985 and work in the big city? Why are you back now, and in farmer’s clothes?”

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Old Wang asked, puzzled.

“Old Wang, I came home to farm. I want to get rich starting from farming,” Qin Fan smiled brighter than the sun.

“Oh my, Xiao Fan, I’m over seventy but my ears still work well! Get rich by digging the land?”

“Yes, Old Wang, exactly. I plan to get rich by digging.”

“Well, I won’t keep you. I’m going to help my father now.”

“Alright! Good kid, go ahead!” Old Wang watched Qin Fan’s back and shook his head helplessly.

Once the most promising youth in the village, a top scholar whose name had been posted at the village entrance for years, how had he ended up like this?

Having raised him for over ten years, Old Wang couldn’t help but grumble. If it were his son, he’d guarantee a beating with a belt soaked in iodine—both punishment and disinfection.

“Ah! Xiao Fan, why are you working in the field? It’s so dirty here.”

Qin Yong wiped his hands on his clothes and tried to push Qin Fan away.

“Dad, I’m here to help you farm! I haven’t been back in years.”

“What farming? You just stay over there and bask in the sunflowers. This stuff is heavy, and this place is filthy.”

“Dad, why don’t you put down your things and rest? Let’s sit and talk.”

“All right!”

While Qin Yong put down his tools, Qin Fan directly hoisted the sprayer used for watering and pesticide application onto his back.

“Hey! Xiao Fan, you’re tricking your old man!” Qin Yong finally realized.

“Don’t carry it, it’s heavy!”

However, watching Qin Fan lift it with ease shocked him deeply. Previously, they only sprayed fertilizer, but now he could carry such a heavy load.

Qin Yong’s eyes moistened. What had his son experienced in the big city to be able to carry such weight? Not long ago, he couldn’t even lift a bucket of water.

While Qin Yong was lost in thought, Qin Fan had already finished fertilizing the fruit trees and adding nutrients.

Looking at the fruits in the orchard, Qin Fan felt each one was like gold!

If these fruits were taken to Wan’er Dong’s era, the profit would be unimaginable.