Chapter 1413

For most waste land residents, as long as they work and participate in urban construction, these medical fees will not be a big problem.

But for a boy who is only six or seven years old, it is obviously impossible.

Even if he is willing to work, how much can he do.

"What happened to your sister?"

Hearing that Rocco was willing to ask more, the boy was obviously a little excited.

After all, people who have lived on waste land rarely have compassion. We are used to life and death.

There are few "lazy people", just like now, if they don't work in broad daylight, they will sit on the bench by the side of the central square.

This is something that few wasteland residents do except those old men in white robes.

That's why the boy in front of him wants to have a try.

Rocco's answer is to let the boy in front of him raise some hope in his heart.

Although there is little hope, it is much better than being rejected directly.

"I don't know what's wrong with her, but she's very upset. I'd like you to lend me some of this. I'll take her to see a doctor."

Obviously, the boy is not how to adapt to the so-called money.

In the wasteland era, everyone saw what you had in your hand and what I had in my hand.

The exchange between each other is important.

In these three months, those masters in white robes gave a kind of paper.

Yes, it's paper. It feels rough.

But with this kind of paper, we can change to many things we didn't dare to think of before.

There is food, medicine, and even someone will tell you how to take this medicine

In just three months, the world seems to have changed completely for boys.

When we are in the camp, we should calculate with each other and guard against each other.

Even people who have excess food in their hands dare not be seen by others.

But in these three months, people have more in their hands. Everyone with strength can do something as long as he is willing to do it.

Those white robed masters seem to give this kind of paper.

Boys also want to do a lot of work, but even if they do it themselves, it's still not enough.

Rocco really didn't have the paper money in the boy's hand.

After all, I can't use it at all.

"Maybe you can let me have a look."

Hearing this, the boy was obviously stunned. Then he couldn't help asking more excitedly, "are you... A doctor?"

This word is obviously new, so the boy hesitated when he spoke.

Rocco nodded directly and said, "I'm a doctor."

Camp 1, although many people, has had the opportunity to enter the buildings in the city.

But this does not mean that most people on the waste land can change their lives.

There are still many people who are still on the camp outside the city.

Rocco followed the hurried boy to a humble tent closest to the edge of the desert in camp 1.

Although the whole camp has been greatly developed, in fact, if you don't have enough ability and if anyone is willing to shelter you, you can only be in the most dilapidated place.

In this small camp, there are seven children besides boys.

They all live in this small tent. They obviously have no parents.

At the moment, in the corner of the tent, several broken tarpaulins are piled together to form a bed.

This is obviously a bed in this shabby tent.

The little girl on the bed, on her dark face, blushed and her eyes closed.

A girl of the same age as the boy around Rocco tried to feed the girl in bed with a cracked old kettle in her hand.

Seeing that the boy brought Rocco, although the other party didn't wear white robes, it was only neat clothes. Obviously, it wouldn't be ordinary people.

The girl immediately stood to a change and made room for Rocco.

The children around looked at Rocco with curiosity and expectation.

Especially the boy who brought Rocco.

Sitting on the edge of the bed paved with tarpaulin, Rocco put his hand on the girl's forehead.

Obviously, she felt that there were strangers around her. The girl wanted to open her eyes, but she couldn't.

It's a simple disease, just a fever.

But for these children, if they can not rely on their own lack of sound immunity to resist the past.

There's only one way out.

It's not just children, it's the same for people on the waste land.

Poor people always have the same sorrow in the face of disease.

But it's much better now. At least for adults, they have the opportunity to treat diseases through work.

But for these children, even if they are willing to work, who will be willing to use it.

If you don't have enough strength and can't work, will you waste that precious money for them?

Rocco really didn't have any coins, and the girl was too young.

Even if Rocco wants to use Reiki to help girls, he can't do it at all, because if he is not careful, the girl's body may collapse completely because it can't bear too much Reiki.

The boy on one side looked at Rocco with some expectation.

"Can you help me cure my sister's illness?"

The boy obviously expressed great expectations and was afraid that he could not say two words from Rocco's mouth.

Rocco was a little silent, but immediately smiled on his face: "don't worry, but I need you to help me get those drugs, can you?"

"Of course, I can follow you wherever you say."

Hearing Rocco's words, not only the boy was excited, but even the surrounding children couldn't help getting excited.

Rocco took out a light blue metal card from his pocket.

"Take this thing to the nearest treatment point, and they will give you medicine."

The light blue metal card radiated a faint light. Although the boy didn't know what it represented, he obviously couldn't help getting excited after listening to Rocco's words.

After all, with medicine, my sister's disease will be cured.

The rest is very simple. The metal card specially marked by No. 9 was in the boy's hand. Naturally, soon, people in white robes came to the edge of No. 1 camp, a corner that was almost forgotten.

The illness of girls is not a big problem.

At the very least, for the medical system owned by the silver Empire, this is simply a simple disease.

The white robed man, after treating the girl, saluted like Rocco with great respect.

Rocco was looking at the girls and the children in the shabby camp and thinking a lot.

Finally, Rocco couldn't help laughing. He was really not an ambitious.

Careerists should not have compassion, and even if they do, they should not be able to influence their decisions.