Qingran frowned. "That's not a lot left."
[It's not,] Lingquan agreed. [Especially since weapons and ammunition alone will take up at least half of that.]
Qingran sighed, resting her chin in her hand. "I need to start stockpiling water and medical supplies tomorrow."
[You should have started yesterday,] Lingquan quipped. [Once the apocalypse starts, water will be worth more than gold.]
She nodded. Water, medical kits, antibiotics—she had to secure them all before the chaos began.
Lingquan's tail curled smugly. [You still have a lot to do, Host.]
Qingran rolled her eyes. "I know."
Qingran frowned, tapping her fingers against her knee. "Would ¥600,000 be enough to buy the medical supplies I need?"
Lingquan's golden eyes gleamed as he pulled up another screen.
[That depends on how much you're planning to get.]
A list appeared before her, breaking down the estimated costs.
[Medical Supplies Cost Estimate]
