"Brother, actually this is not bad," Yan Liuyuan said with a smile: "No matter what the effect, you can make money anyway."
Ren Xiaosu was not happy, he lowered his voice and said: "This Is it a matter of making money? How many times can I receive sincere thanks?"
Ren Xiaosu knew this very well. The chance of receiving sincere thanks when buying medicine based on this effect is much lower than treating diseases and saving people. , that is, only a deadwood player like Lao Wang who longs for spring would say thank you.
Besides, is his purpose just to make money? No, he still needs to be grateful. Without gratitude, there would be no black medicine.
Ren Xiaosu said with a hint of anger: "If I treat diseases and save people, people in the market town will have to be polite when they see me. Look at how many people were killed by that kid in the clinic, but there is still no one." What about him? Why? Because he is the only doctor in the market town!"
"Brother, you are right," Yan Liuyuan agreed with a low eyebrow. In fact, he didn't care. You know... they will slowly start to get rich!
"And the most important thing is," Ren Xiaosu said: "If I treat illnesses and save people, people will call me Doctor Ren when they see me. If I don't treat illnesses and save people, what will they call me behind my back? Hey, that medicine seller ..."
It sounds like the social status is obviously different, right?
Yan Liuyuan finally couldn't stand it any longer. He laughed so hard in the shack: "Brother, you have quite a lot of inner drama."
What Ren Xiaosu didn't know, however, was that he The medicine sold to Lao Wang was not used by Lao Wang himself. After all, Lao Wang has indeed not found a mistress yet...
The bottle containing the black medicine is nothing unusual, it is just an ordinary small porcelain bottle in the market town. The bottle that originally contained the black medicine was made of glass and had a high level of craftsmanship. Ren Xiaosu was worried about what he would do if this thing was suspected again. After all, there was no one selling such bottles in the market town.
The small porcelain bottle was handed over from Wang Fugui to the manager of the market town, the few people who came out of the refuge barrier.
Lao Wangxin said that Ren Xiaosu didn’t understand the value of this thing, but he did.
Where is the oral function of this black medicine most needed? Are they the men in the market town? no.
Although the men in the market town can barely get enough food and clothing, and some are thin, the problem is that everyone works every day, and although they are thin, they are in good health.
As long as you exercise more, it is very easy to maintain the body's metabolism and organ function, so men don't really need this thing.
The people who need this thing the most are actually the "noble people" in the refuge barrier.
Wang Fugui handed the black medicine to the managers sent by the refuge barrier with a sly look. The managers know the goods, and their daily job is to observe the changes in the market town, so last night the iron-headed licking of the medicine was He also knew the matter.
However, the manager did not use it, and actually gave it to his boss again after going back in the evening.
In the end this littleThe black medicine porcelain bottle had gone to someone unknown.
Ren Xiaosu knew nothing about this. He just exchanged a thank-you coin for a bottle of black medicine again, and then asked Sister Xiaoyu to go to the market town to pull out a piece of white linen, and then embroidered it with black thread. The two big characters "clinic" were embroidered on it, and then eight small characters "Specialized in treating knife wounds, doctors are kindhearted" were embroidered under the clinic.
The clinic just opened.
While embroidering, Sister Xiaoyu asked Ren Xiaosu if he wanted to embroider the words "Miao Hands Rejuvenate". Ren Xiaosu quickly denied that he was a little sensitive to the word "spring" now...
Ren Xiaosu's life gradually entered On track, I went out to collect herbs in the morning, attended clinics in my shack during the day, taught survival classes at night, and then crammed for homework with Yan Liuyuan's notes.
Although my clinic has no business, the problem is that you have to sit here. If a patient comes in, Sister Xiaoyu cannot handle it alone.
He really wanted to sit in a spacious and bright school and study like Yan Liuyuan, but what if he went to study with Yan Liuyuan and Sister Xiaoyu?
This family always has a wish to sacrifice themselves.
The next day, Ren Xiaosu sat in the shack with the curtain open and closed his eyes to rest. Sister Xiaoyu was sewing and mending behind him. Sometimes, Sister Xiaoyu lamented that the holes in the brothers' clothes were really I've never patched it up once, why have I accumulated so much...
At this moment, someone ran quickly from the other side of the dirt road, and one of his arms was bleeding.
Ren Xiaosu's eyes lit up: "You may die if your injury is not treated."
However, the man did not look at Ren Xiaosu at all. At this moment, everyone subconsciously thought that the injury should be treated. Those who go to the clinic are more authoritative. Moreover, everyone's impression of Ren Xiaosu is that he is "the one who sells medicine" more than "the one who can cure knife wounds."
At this time, the long-lost palace voice sounded in his mind: "Mission, treat a patient."
Ren Xiaosu stood up and said melancholy: "I'm sorry."< /p>
After saying that, Sister Xiaoyu saw Ren Xiaosu running out. Within a minute, she saw Ren Xiaosu carrying the man back...
Ren Xiaosu said to the patient in a pleasant tone: "The doctor in that clinic is a charlatan. I carried you here to save you, you know?"
The man had lost blood for a long time and had no strength left. He almost collapsed when Ren Xiaosu held him down. .
At this time, two more men ran across the dirt road, with blood on their bodies. Ren Xiaosu was stunned for a moment: "Are you guys fighting in a group?"
The one who was being held down When the man heard this, he explained: "No, the boiler in the factory exploded! We were only slightly injured and could still run back on our own. Some of us might have died on the spot."
Ren Xiaosu was silent He nodded. If you are injured in the factory these days, no one will be kind enough to take you for treatment. What they think is that if you die, your things will belong to me.
"Come on, Sister Xiaoyu, please sterilize the needle first," Ren Xiaosu said, although heYou don’t have to worry about inflammation. You have to show it to the patient, right? After saying that, he went out again, and this time he came back with two men...
Ren Xiaosu held down the three of them with two hands and one leg. The three of them had no love in their lives, and they were really hurt. It's a shame, otherwise Ren Xiaosu really wouldn't be able to hold them down.
And they actually knew that Ren Xiaosu could treat wounds here, but they just ran to the clinic out of habit. Now that they couldn't move, they just stopped moving.
Then the three of them saw Sister Xiaoyu put down the needlework in her hand, and directly took the needle that she had just used to sew clothes on the fire to burn it. This needle was relatively long, so it was better to hold the tail of the needle to burn it. Won't burn your hands.
"Sew it directly?" Sister Xiaoyu asked timidly.
"Yes, it's just like sewing clothes," Ren Xiaosu said with a smile, "It's quite simple."
Sister Xiaoyu mustered up the courage and sewed a person's wound. As a result, there was a hissing sound, and a burning smell floated on the man's skin...
The man asked tremblingly: "I can understand you using a burning needle to disinfect, but can you do it before sewing?" Wait for the needle to cool down first..."