Natalie didn't have that much food, so she had no choice but to give up and go home to tough it out. In the end, it was only thanks to her strong immune system from regular workouts that she managed to pull through. At one point, her fever got so bad she thought she saw the spirits of her ancestors. If her body had been any weaker, she would've been a goner for sure. But in this life, not only could she afford their medicine, she could even turn around and sell it back to them. Natalie leaned back in the comfortably air-conditioned car, watching the scene outside with surprising patience. What had just been a chaotic mess had now become relatively organized. People had lined up in a long queue, following the directions of the street vendors selling herbal remedies. Still, the transactions clearly weren't going smoothly. These customers weren't the type to just buy the medicine without a fuss. They kept throwing out questions from all directions. "Do you have echinacea in powder form?" The vendor snapped, "You think this is a pharmacy or something? Powder form? All we got is raw herbs. Take it or leave it!" "We don't have any water, how are we supposed to take this stuff?" "Figure it out yourself." "This price is way too high. Can you cut me a deal?" "Nope!" "I'm out of food right now, could you front me a little medicine just to get me through? I swear I'll bring you the food once I get better.""Get lost!" "Echinacea isn't even that rare or effective, how can you guys charge so much for it?" "Then don't buy it! Move along!" The line was long, and there were plenty of questions, but very few actual sales. Natalie watched the two vendors growing increasingly irritable and couldn't help but feel relieved. Her decision had definitely been the right one. If she had to stand out there in the heat every day, dealing with people like that, she'd probably be even more pissed off than those two. After a while, the line reached a middle-aged man. He said he wanted to inspect the quality of the herbs first, but as soon as the vendor handed them over, he suddenly grabbed the bundle and bolted. The moment the others saw that, the mood shifted. Eyes changed, tension crackled, and people started getting restless. One of the vendors—Dennis Griffith, the darker-skinned of the two—immediately pulled a handgun from his waistband. Bang! The middle-aged man who tried to steal the herbs dropped dead on the spot, collapsing in a pool of blood. The crowd went dead silent. Dennis held up the gun and shouted, "Anyone else thinking about trying something stupid? You'll end up just like him!" The freeloaders and opportunists in the crowd instantly scattered without a sound, leaving only those who had food quietly lining up again. Natalie watched the whole thing unfold without the slightest hint of surprise. If these guys were bold enough to bring herbs out to sell in public, they had to be packing heat.Otherwise, if a bunch of people swarmed them and stole everything, they'd be walking away with nothing but losses. She glanced at Dennis's pistol, then pulled an assault rifle out of her storage space and slung it over her shoulder. Then she went right back to waiting in the car. A few hours later, Natalie was still sitting there, watching a movie, when someone suddenly knocked on the driver's side window. She smirked and lowered the window. Outside stood Dennis. He eyed the slowly descending window cautiously. But when he saw who was inside, his eyes widened slightly with surprise. A woman? And she's this well-maintained? Impressive. He gripped his gun a little tighter, suddenly more cautious than before. He and his brother had been keeping an eye on that armored SUV for a while now. Since the moment they set up shop, the car had been parked nearby, clearly watching them. Natalie stepped out of the car, calm and confident. "Not bad. Sold out already?" she asked casually. The moment she got out, Dennis immediately spotted the assault rifle slung across her back. His expression tensed even more. He softened his tone a little. "Ma'am, is there something we can help you with?" The other vendor—Arnold Griffith, the lighter-skinned one—walked over to join them."Miss, are you here to buy medicine? I'm afraid we're fresh out for today, but we'll be back tomorrow. If you're interested, we can set some aside for you in advance." Their friendly, respectful tone was a sharp contrast to how they'd treated the customers earlier. Natalie replied, "I'm not here to buy medicine. I'm here to sell it." The two men exchanged a look. "Sell medicine?" Dennis looked a little uneasy. "Miss, echinacea is in high demand right now. There's really no need for us to compete with each other." He hesitated, then added, "If you've got your eye on this spot, we can always pack up and sell somewhere else tomorrow." His tone was downright deferential now. Can't blame him, Natalie had an assault rifle strapped to her back. And from their experience, that rifle definitely looked real. Natalie was well-groomed, dressed cleanly, with smooth, glowing skin—way too polished for someone living in the apocalypse. Anyone who could maintain herself like that had to be the real deal. Natalie smiled politely. "You're misunderstanding me. I want to sell the medicine to you." Both men looked surprised. "Sell to us?" Natalie nodded. "I've got a supply line. I can wholesale to you guys. The question is—are you interested?"