Qingran exhaled slowly, her fingers tapping against the desk. She didn't dive further into research or modifications. Instead, she pulled out her phone and sent a message to Anya.
[Qingran]: Did you secure the medical supplies?
The reply came quickly.
[Anya]: Yes, but the total cost went up. 1.8 million yuan for 1,642,700 units.]
Qingran's brows lifted slightly.
[Qingran]: What's included?
[Anya]:
• Antibiotics – 134,000
• Painkillers – 208,500
• Fever meds – 200,000
• Antihistamines – 250,000
• Antacids – 227,000
• Hemostatics – 150,000
• Surgical supplies – 180,000
• Bandages – 160,000
• Injections – 133,200
[Anya]: That's everything. Prices surged a little, but this is the best deal I could get.]
Qingran pursed her lips, glancing at the time. Was this enough?
She turned her attention to Lingquan.
"Is 1,642,700 units enough for a stockpile?"
A brief silence followed before his voice drifted into her mind.
