Natural Disasters Strikes: I stockpiled like crazy!-Chapter 150: Search for Wintergreen Mushroom

For some reason, seeing the two hug brought a wave of relief to everyone, including Zhang Min, the Cang Family, Auntie Yang, and the villagers.

While the old woman spent time with her grandchildren, Lao Song and the other villagers were interviewed.

They came from a village outside the base, where there was no access to medical treatment or stabilizing drugs. Yet, somehow, the old woman had survived on her own…

Lin Weihao crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, allowing Pei Zhi to take the lead.

"Mr. Lao, your cooperation is crucial for your mother’s recovery. What did your mother eat while she was sick with fever?"

Lao Song glanced at his wife.

His wife responded, "We ran out of proper food, so we only fed her mushrooms my husband found in the woods and boiled water. Could it be that the mushrooms caused the fever?"

Pei Zhi shook his head. "No. It’s not the mushrooms. But could we see the mushrooms and boiled water you used?"

"The guards confiscated our things," Lao Song said, lowering his gaze.

Lin Weihao immediately had someone retrieve the villagers’ belongings.

Soon, two baskets and several bags filled with the mushrooms were brought inside.

The researchers picked up one of the glowing mushrooms with tongs. It was the first time they had seen something like this.

"Where did you find these?" they asked.

"In the woods near the cellar we hid in, hidden beneath the rocks," Lao Song replied.

"How did you prepare them?"

Lao Song’s wife explained, "We cleaned the spores and grilled the mushrooms."

Lin Weihao had someone bring a grill to the room.

Lao Song took the baby from his wife while she demonstrated how they cooked the mushrooms.

As the earthy aroma of the grilled mushrooms wafted into Lin Weihao’s nostrils, his mind immediately drifted to the meals his wife had prepared earlier that morning.

The smell was deep and savory, like the damp earth of a forest after rain.

As the heat of the grill worked its magic, a faint coolness emerged—not sharp, but lingering, like the breath of winter at dawn. Beneath the umami richness was a subtle herbal sharpness, almost medicinal.

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Feng Ran, watching from the side, couldn’t help but think of the meal his brother Lin had eaten in the morning. Or perhaps he was just hungry and imagining things?

Hei Qian shared a similar thought.

"At that time, because my mother-in-law couldn’t eat properly, we crushed the mushrooms," Lao Song continued.

His wife pounded the mushrooms into a paste.

"Is this enough?" she asked as she handed them the bowl.

"Yes! Yes!" the researchers eagerly nodded, thanking the couple before letting them return to the old woman’s private ward.

They quickly tested the mushrooms on a patient exhibiting the worst symptoms. After one hour of waiting, the patient, moments from slipping away, exhaled deeply. For the first time in hours, his breathing stabilized. His fingers, once curled in pain, relaxed. The dark veins that marred his skin began to fade, their aggressive spread halting.

Pei Zhi examined him and confirmed, "His temperature has dropped by two degrees and is still going down."

The researchers conducted another blood test.

Lin Weihao secretly gave them some of the mushrooms his wife had prepared but did not reveal their origin.

Under the microscope, the patient’s blood was changing. The dark, unstable cells that had signaled an impending mutation were slowing, reorganizing—as if something were reinforcing them. The stabilizing compound from the mushrooms was now circulating through their bloodstream, binding with X-Prime, guiding the mutation instead of letting it consume the cells.

The researchers confirmed that the same stabilizer compound appeared in the patient’s blood after he consumed the grilled mushrooms.

As for the mushrooms Lin Weihao had provided, they sliced a thin portion and found that it contained the same stabilizer. However, the mushrooms Lin provided were three times more effective.

Lin Weihao’s eyes flashed. He didn’t reveal their origin and simply asked, "What is the appropriate dosage?"

"Based on our findings, it would be around 150 grams of the grilled mushrooms and only 50 grams of the stir-fried ones you gave for severe cases," a researcher replied.

"But I wouldn’t advise letting patients consume them before the mutation phase has begun. We also tested the blood of Lao Song’s family and the villagers. They don’t have stabilizers in their blood, but they do have a slight pathogen present. The pathogen is still in its early stages."

Lin Weihao understood the researchers’ warning. He glanced at the list of patients in the hospital.

1,300 patients…

This did not include those who were asymptomatic.

At 150 grams per patient, that was 165,000 grams of mushrooms.

Lin Weihao checked the remaining mushrooms in the baskets.

Their total combined weight was only around 4,000 grams.

Lin Weihao immediately sent Colonel Tang with Lao Song to gather more mushrooms.

"Okay," Colonel Tang replied.

With the promise of providing accommodations and supplies, Lao Song had no objection and quickly boarded the convoy.

Feng Ran received the mushrooms once they arrived.

Hei Qian, upon learning that Bingwen had a chance of being cured, helped Feng Ran with grilling the mushrooms.

The hospital was filled with newfound hope.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the base, someone received news of his failed plan. Enraged, he scolded the person on the phone, "Useless."

After dealing with the issue, Colonel Tang relayed the update to Lin Weihao over the phone.

Lin Weihao’s eyes darkened, and he immediately called Wang Chul.

Wang Chul nodded and hurried to check the monitoring room at the hospital.

Lin Weihao left the hospital in a hurry, carrying some of the grilled mushrooms in his bag.

Inside room 1502, Nanzhi worked frantically to cool Yu Baoyin’s body, trying every method she could think of.

In just a few hours, Yu Baoyin’s temperature had risen from 40 to 42 degrees Celsius, and black veins were starting to show on her skin.

Nanzhi’s usually composed expression faltered.

"Hmmm…"

Nanzhi heard Yu Baoyin trying to say something.

She quickly picked up a cotton ball and a bottle of water to moisten Baoyin’s lips, but before she could react, Baoyin lunged at her.

Nanzhi barely managed to dodge, but in the last moment Baoyin stopped. Her arms hung in the air, her fingers curled but unmoving.

"Baoyin?"

(A/N: The other chapter in five minutes. I wanted to post early because I know your priv will expire soon. Thank you dearies for the support you’ve given to the book.)