Chapter 133
“No, we’re short on potions too. I don’t even know if our reserve stock will last a month. Our patients are children, so we need them even more. Do you know how delicate their skin is? What do you mean we’re hoarding—how could you say something like that?!”
Kim Siran, Director of the RCC Foundation Children’s Hospital, snapped at the person on the other end before hanging up.
“This is fucking ridiculous!”
She huffed, stuffing her phone into the pocket of her coat.
It had already been ten years since the Great Cataclysm.
Dungeon by-products had long since become an integral part of everyday life, and potions were practically essential in trauma care and surgery.
But with so much still unknown about dungeons and the System, people were flailing in panic instead of responding calmly in times of crisis.
With a frustrated grunt, she slammed the door to the director’s office shut.
She knew everyone was under pressure, but to suspect a children’s hospital?
Frowning sharply, she stepped inside—then suddenly froze at the sight before her.
Five delivery boxes were stacked on her desk. But something was off. None of them had shipping labels.
No addresses, no sender—just boxes sitting there.