"Look at how the people in Pittsburgh are living, and then look at us. What are our representatives doing? Did our tax money all go to the dogs? Why is Wallace the only one who gives a damn about the common people?"
He clicked send.
That spark landed in a tinderbox of public opinion.
「One week later.」
This sentiment spread like a virus, traveling down the highways to every corner of Pennsylvania.
The spectacle of pharmacy queues in Pittsburgh became the hottest topic in the entire state.
All discussions centered on a small, red card.
It was a ticket to survival, a symbol that separated the "lucky ones" from the "outcasts."
In Montgomery County, on the west side of Philadelphia.
The atmosphere at a routine community parent council meeting was explosive.
"Did you see this? My cousin sent me her bill."
A young mother took out her phone, displaying a photo from Pittsburgh.
The photo showed a pharmacy receipt, clearly printed with: Amoxicillin, copay $3.50.
