"Ms. Milton, if you can't bring the medicine soon, we can only watch more patients die."
The attending doctor looked tired.
In just three hours, fifty-six bodies had been pushed out.
They were the elder and children in the village.
The morgue was almost full of cold corpses.
But the death toll was still mounting.
Without the specific medicine, they couldn't stop such a severe disease.
My face turned pale, and I suddenly gathered myself and nodded repeatedly.
"The medicine will be here soon, very soon..."
Would the medicine come?
I didn't even dare to think about it.
There were hundreds of missed calls on my phone.
Joseph, who was supposed to deliver the special medicine five hours ago, disappeared with the special medicine.
Fifty-six lives were tragically lost.
But the medicine was already in Yoveet...
But I didn't have time to be sad, because another group of people started to be critically ill.
I clutched the phone tightly and called Joseph over and over again. The pain in my abdomen caused by nervousness made me curl up and sweat. For the first time, I felt that I was so close to death.
I thought I was dying.
But the call was answered, and Norah's voice was heard.