CHAPTER 391: 298. GREAT XIA IS STILL BETTER, OTHERWORLD VISITORS DEBUT

Soon.

Anthony understood the meaning of "Great Xia Efficiency."

Compared to the bureaucratic sluggishness back home in Yilete, this super-high efficiency left him in shock.

Once the boss noticed something abnormal, they immediately took out their phone to report the situation to the authorities.

It was only five minutes later.

An armored vehicle raced over and stopped at the entrance of the noodle shop.

On both sides of the vehicle, there were prominent green cross symbols painted, which all Great Xia People knew meant—Great Xia Emergency Rescue.

Green symbolizes life.

The cross represents harmony and balance.

After the full implementation of the "Great Xia Emergency Bill," the nation established an organization called the Great Xia Citizen Rescue Center.

The green cross is the emblem of this organization.

This organization is not an ordinary government agency but an actual military unit.

In one disaster after another, the Citizen Rescue Center has always fought on the frontline, earning the trust of all Great Xia People through real actions.

At this moment.

The door of the armored vehicle opened, and several soldiers quickly jumped out.

On their right arms, all wore a green cross armband.

These were the rescue sergeants from the Rescue Center.

The boss personally stood by the door and quickly opened it when they saw them approaching, "The patient is in the shop right now."

The leading sergeant politely said, "Thank you for promptly informing the Rescue Center!"

The boss quickly responded, "It’s my duty."

The sergeant, along with his team, entered the shop, striding towards their target, directly saying, "Mr. Anthony, your condition is very dangerous, please come with us for treatment."

Anthony hesitated for a moment and cautiously asked, "May I ask how much the treatment costs?"

The sergeant replied, "The price may vary slightly depending on the complexity of the treatment, but it will not exceed 300 Xia Yuan."

Anthony blurted out, "So cheap?!"

In his hometown of Yilete, although he bought health insurance, and officially all medical care is free.

But the efficiency of public medical institutions is so low, queues can take several months or even one or two years.

In the face of sudden death at any moment, he can only opt for the extremely expensive private hospitals.

And Cold Night Syndrome is a rare and difficult disease; private hospitals generally engage in fancy joint consultations, using the most expensive drugs available.

After such a series of troubles, it costs at least tens of thousands of Xing Yuan.

The so-called "Xing Yuan" is the currency circulated within the Southern Cross Alliance, with the current exchange rate of 1:2.8 for Xia Yuan, meaning 1 Xing to 2.8 Xia Yuan.

If computed using Xia Yuan, the treatment cost would be a whopping bill of over ten thousand Xia Yuan.

So when Anthony heard "not even 300 Xia Yuan," he was utterly astonished.

Seeing his astonishment, the sergeant added, "The Great Xia Rescue Center is a non-profit organization dedicated to disaster-induced calamities.

"Cold Night Syndrome is a special disease caused by cold wave disasters, within the rescue scope of the Center.

"For Great Xia Citizens, the Rescue Center offers completely free treatment, with absolutely no charges whatsoever.

"Even for those without Great Xia Nationality, the Rescue Center only charges the most basic cost."

Another rescue soldier added, "The cold wave disaster is a calamity for all mankind. The Great Xia Rescue Center was established to combat natural disasters. Our core belief is to protect Canglan Star, protect all humanity, of course, there will be no extra charges."

Anthony’s lips moved slightly, uncertain of what to say.

In the past, if he heard terms like "protect Canglan Star, protect all humanity," he would likely scoff, dismissing them as empty political slogans.

However, having personally experienced the speed of the Xia People’s rescue and received the benefits they offered, his perspective had changed completely.

For the first time, he began to feel that the Great Xia People were truly a group with noble spirits.

Unlike the Carmenians or some hypocritical members of the Southern Cross Alliance, who constantly shout "democracy and freedom" or "humanitarianism" in the media, but their actions are no different from robbers.

The sergeant waved his hand, ordering, "Take Mr. Anthony to the car."

Anthony stubbornly said, "I can walk myself."

He stood up and took a step, suddenly feeling the world spinning, experienced intense dizziness in his head, and fell forward uncontrollably.

Moments ago, he still had a tiny bit of doubt about the reality of Cold Night Syndrome, but at this moment, he completely believed what others had said.

Two rescue sergeants rushed over, supporting Anthony from both sides.

The sergeant observed Anthony’s face carefully, and his expression changed: "His condition is somewhat dangerous, quickly take him back for treatment."

Ten minutes later.

This armored rescue vehicle arrived at the Rescue Center in Eastern City.

Anthony was carried onto a transfer bed and quickly pushed into a room by two rescue sergeants.

At this point.

Anthony was trembling like a sieve, continuously uttering "so cold," "I’m freezing to death," and such.

He was clearly under thick blankets, with heating in the room, yet felt as if he was soaked in icy water, cold from head to toe, down to his very soul.

Amid his haziness, Anthony felt a prick on his right arm, it seemed like an injection.

He also felt himself being immersed in hot water, finally experiencing a trace of warmth throughout his body.

But he was incredibly exhausted and soon fell into a deep sleep.

He didn’t know how much time had passed.

Anthony heard a "beeping" sound and suddenly woke up.