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Chapter 88

Author: Memo Harbor
When Cyrus was said to have medicine, Mindy and Andrew went frantic. Facing death, anyone would cling to a lifeline.

Andrew struggled to speak. "Is this true? He really has drugs?"

Mindy glared at Diana. "Don't you lie. Because of you, so many of us are hurt."

The name "Cyrus" still made her shudder.

Diana said, "About a month ago. After that, he changed. He started hoarding like crazy. I saw trucks dropping off supplies almost every day.

"One time, a medical company truck came to the complex. Cyrus met it. They carried two big boxes into his place. They had to be medicine."

Zoey nodded. "Antibiotics aren't rare. If he knew the disaster was coming and stocked up, he probably has plenty of antibiotics and anti-inflammatories."

As a doctor, she was sure of it.

Andrew's eyes lit up like a man who'd just glimpsed hope. "Then go get him. Tell him to bring the medicine and save my life. My wound is his fault. He has to save me."

Mindy clenched her teeth. "But after what just happene
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