You're a US police officer, what are you thinking about going back to the East for?

"well……"

Lyon also sighed.

But he didn't let this oppressive mood continue to spread. He cleared his throat forcefully, pulling Alex back from his half-dead, pessimistic state.

"Alright, wipe your tears first."

Leon looked at Arthur, who was lying unconscious on the gurney, and said, "You're somewhat of an expert, look at his condition, what medicine can bring him back to life?"

As he asked the question, Leon had already summoned the long-lost system store in his mind, and his thoughts quickly searched through the daily necessities and medical categories.

In this magical America, you can easily buy lethal doses of heroin, fentanyl, or all sorts of new synthetic drugs for ten dollars on the street.

But what if you have an inflammation or infection and want to buy a box of antibiotics that can actually cure your illness and save your life?

Sorry, not a chance.

You have to make an appointment with a doctor, pay a hefty consultation fee for a prescription, and then go to the pharmacy to pick up the medicine.

If they took Arthur directly to the emergency room of a public hospital right now, given his status as a homeless man and his lack of health insurance, the nurses there would definitely leave him on a bench in the hallway to wait in line.

Queues aren't calculated by the hour, they're calculated by the day or month.

Arthur will most likely die from a high fever and infection on the hospital corridor floor before he can even finish the tedious form-filling process.

"We need strong, broad-spectrum antibiotics, preferably cephalosporins or azithromycin, and also antipyretics like ibuprofen or acetaminophen. We need to act quickly."

Alex sniffed, regaining some of his composure:

"This old man can't stay here. Give me a hand, let's push him and the bed out and get him onto my refrigerated truck. It has air conditioning and is much cleaner than here."

"Going to the hospital is definitely not an option. Let's just drive back to my dorm."

"When I first came to the United States, I was worried that the medical care here would be terrible, so I packed a lot of antibiotics and cold medicine from China in the bottom of my suitcase. I originally kept them for my own survival, but now I'm giving them to him first."

Hearing Alex's words, a warm feeling suddenly welled up in Leon's heart.

He recalled his past life in the East.

Even late at night, you can easily buy life-saving antibiotics and cold medicine by simply going downstairs and finding any street-side pharmacy with a green cross sign. For just a few dozen yuan, you can find such items.

No need for appointments, no need to be driven bankrupt by bills, and no need to wait to die in a dilapidated church on a rainy night.

The East is truly wonderful.

Lyon silently sighed to himself, his longing for his distant homeland reaching its peak at that moment.

"Wait a moment."

He pulled himself together and called out to Alex, who was about to push the hospital bed.

"I'm going to say hello to Pastor Thomas. You wait here for me."

With that, Leon turned around and strode toward the old pastor who was feeding water to a patient at the other end of the hall.

At the same time, he quickly locked onto his target in the system's online store.

【Amoxicillin Capsules (500mg*24 capsules)】: 1 Justice Point.

Cefixime Dispersible Tablets: 2 Justice Points.

[Aldaminophen tablets]: 0.5 justice points.

These things might be hard to come by in the real United States, but in Lyon's system store, they are the most basic civilian supplies, ridiculously cheap, and you can get a whole bunch of them for just a few Justice Points.

Without hesitation, he spent less than 10 points to exchange for a large number of various antibiotics and antipyretics, and then stuffed them all into his pockets under the cover of his large protective suit.

"Pastor Thomas."

Leon walked up behind the old man and patted him on the shoulder.

Thomas turned around, his eyes filled with exhaustion: "What's wrong? Arthur...?"

"We're taking him away."

Lyon interrupted him, then reached into his pocket and pulled out seven or eight boxes of prescription antibiotics and fever reducers, which are strictly controlled in America, and shoved them into Reverend Thomas's arms without saying a word.

Thomas instinctively caught it, then looked down at the name of the medicine on the packaging. His cloudy eyes widened instantly, and his breathing became rapid.

"This...this is..."

The old pastor stared in disbelief at the medicine box in his hand, his hands trembling violently.

This is fate! These few boxes of medicine can at least bring back a dozen or so homeless people in the lobby who are hovering on the brink of death!

He didn't question where the drugs came from. After all, in his view, since they came with people from Alex's bioresource company, it was perfectly normal for them to obtain these strictly controlled drugs through some shady channels.

"priest."

Lyon, observing the old man's excited expression, spoke calmly:

"You are a person of faith."

"Coincidentally, I am also a person of faith."

"Although we may not believe in the same things, and we may walk different paths, the rest of the way in this church, and the lives of these people, ultimately depend on you to persevere and keep going."

"But in times like these, I'm willing to offer you a little help. Take it, go and save people first."