The Apocalypse Survival Manual (Three Days Before Doomsday, I Stockpiled Billions) novel Chapter 883

Chapter 883

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Chapter 883

Dale turned to Nicole. “We’re planning to open a hospital here, but we lost so many medical workers that were struggling to staff it. Would you consider working with us?”

Nicole didn’t expect a job offer quite so soon.

Dale was Zeph’s boss, though, and she wanted to let him down gently. “Do you have any medicine?”

“Just a few emergency supplies, but we’ve already started growing medicinal herbs. It’ll take time, but we get there.”

Nicole chose her words carefully.

“You need medicine to treat people, and I barely started my training. I was still taking introductory courses, so didn’t get much practical experience. With supplies so low, you don’t need someone like me wasting them because she doesn’t know what she’s doing.”

Dale took the hint. She wasn’t interested in working at the hospital.

He didn’t know how capable she really was, and pushing wouldn’t help. There was still time for her to change her

mind.

Besides, all he could do was recommend her. She would have to pass an interview with the hospital either way.

“Fair enough,” he said with a chuckle. “But give yourself a little credit. Once we have more medicine, I hope you’ll think about it.”

Nicole smiled and laughed with him without committing to anything.

After a few more minutes of conversation, Zeph checked in and got to work.

Nicole left him there and wandered around Platform A. To her surprise, she came across a trading center.

They even had sea salt for sale.

She walked up to the counter. “Is salt from the seawater safe to eat?”

“Absolutely,” the attendant said. “We started making it back at the eastern base. People have been using it for years without any problems.”

The salt was golden brown, which suggested it went through a roasting process after extraction.

Nicole reasoned that prolonged exposure to high heat would destroy any viruses. Salt couldn’t support viral reproduction, either. Even a virus that survived for an unusually long time wouldn’t withstand two or three hours of roasting.

She checked the price. A day’s grain wages would buy enough salt for a month, making it remarkably affordable.

The sodium could help replenish what many survivors weren’t getting in their diets. Nicole appreciated the base’s effort to keep something so essential within everyone’s reach.

The trading center also gave survivors a place to barter their belongings.

Anyone with supplies to spare could list them at the center and specify what they wanted in return. Survivors with the right goods could arrange a trade, and the base took a small service fee.

The base was essentially acting as a middleman.

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The fees were reasonable, but the service wasn’t very flexible, Weasel offered the conventence of coming right to ugople’s doors, and he knew how to win customers over,

Most survivors had little left after their journey across the ocean. The listings were mostly worn clothes/ shoes, and assorted odds and ends. Nearly everyone wanted medicine, food, or seeds in exchange.

Along with the trading center, Platform A housed the administrative offices, the hospital, and severa

areas.

After a quick look around, Nicole caught the ferry back to Platform B.