Bai met the depot workers as the post-storm crates came off the cart. Several held dry bandages and fever powder. Two had been caught in water and were swollen at the seams.
“Those stay out of the clinic,” Qinghe said. She inspected the seals without opening them. “We don’t know what the water did to the contents.”
Bai checked each stamp against the supplier’s receipts. He let the depot workers separate the dry stock while Qinghe inspected the medicine batches. The water-damaged crates went to a marked quarantine corner for disposal or review.
Ning arrived with a list of shelters short on clean water and blankets. Bai assigned the dry supplies first, then set aside a separate order for the north wall repair crews. The medicine network could reimburse families for lost carts, but the stock itself had to remain visible. No province would receive a hidden priority.
Yan lifted a barrel onto a cart. His healed shoulder moved freely, and he enjoyed the clean strength in it. A worker steadied the cart as he lowered the load. Bai pointed at the cracked wheel rim before Yan reached for another barrel.
“Unload it,” Bai said. “The wheel won’t hold the road.”
