Eighteen, Quite Simple

"Brother, it's actually not bad," Yan Liuyuan said with a smile: "No matter what the effect is, there is money to be made anyway."

Ren Xiaosu was not happy anymore, he lowered his voice and said, "Is this a matter of making money? How many times can I earn my sincere thanks?"

Ren Xiaosu thought very clearly about this. Buying medicines based on this effect is far less likely to receive sincere gratitude than saving people from illnesses. That is to say, a player like Lao Wang, who is eager for spring, will say thank you.

Besides, his purpose is to make money? No, he still needs to be thankful. Without thanks, there would be no black medicine.

Ren Xiaosu said a little angrily, "If I were to treat illnesses and save people, people in the market town would have to be polite when they saw me. Look at how many people were killed by the kid in that clinic, what if no one took him? Why? Because he's the only doctor in the town!"

"Brother, you're right," Yan Liuyuan said with a low brow pleasing to the eye. In fact, he doesn't care, anyway, he knows...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 Dr. Ren when they see them. If I don't treat illnesses and save people, what do people call me behind my back? Hey, that medicine seller..."

It sounds obvious that the social status is not the same!

Yan Liuyuan couldn't hold it anymore, he laughed in the shack, leaning back and forth: "Brother, you have quite a lot of inner drama."

However, what Ren Xiaosu didn't know was that the medicine he sold to Pharaoh was not used by Pharaoh himself. After all, Pharaoh did not find a concubine yet...

There is nothing unusual about the bottle containing black medicine. It is an ordinary small porcelain bottle in the market town. The original bottle containing the black medicine is glass, and the craftsmanship is very high. Ren Xiaosu is worried about what to do if this thing is suspected again. After all, it is not sold in the market town. Man with this bottle.

The small porcelain bottle was handed over from Wang Fugui's hands to the managers of the market town, those who came out of the refuge barrier.

Old Wang Xin said that Ren Xiaosu did not 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 is working every day, and despite being thin, they are in good health.

As long as you exercise more, it is very easy to maintain the body's metabolic skills and organ functions, so men don't really need this stuff.

The people who need this thing the most are actually the "nobles" in the Refuge Barrier.

Wang Fugui shrewdly handed the black medicine to the manager sent by the Refuge Barrier. The managers knew the goods. Their daily job was to gain insight into the changes in the market town, so he also knew about the iron head licking the medicine last night.

However, the manager did not use it, and even gave it to his boss again after going back in the evening.

In the end, this little black medicine bottle actually didn't know where it went.

Ren Xiaosu didn't know anything about this. He just exchanged a thank you coin for a bottle of black medicine, and then asked Sister Xiaoyu to go to the market town to pull a piece of white linen, and then embroidered the words "Clinic" on it with black thread. , and then embroidered the eight small characters of "specializing in knife wounds, the doctor's benevolence" under the clinic.

That's how the clinic opened.

When embroidering, Sister Xiaoyu asked Ren Xiaosu if she wanted to embroider the words "rejuvenating with a wonderful hand". Ren Xiaosu quickly denied it. He is a little sensitive to the word for spring now...

Ren Xiaosu's life gradually got back on track. He went out to collect medicine in the morning, took a clinic in his shack during the day, taught survival lessons at night, and then took Yan Liuyuan's notes to supplement his homework.

Although I have no business in this clinic, the problem is that you have to sit here.

He really wanted to sit in a bright and spacious school like Yan Liuyuan, but what if he went to study Yan Liuyuan and Sister Xiaoyu?

this family,

Always have a desire to sacrifice yourself.

The next day, Ren Xiaosu sat in the shack with the curtains open and closed his eyes, while Sister Xiaoyu sewed and mended behind him. Sister Xiaoyu sometimes sighed with emotion that the two brothers had never patched the holes in their clothes before, why? I have accumulated so much...

Just then someone came running quickly from the other side of the dirt road, one of his arms was bleeding.

Ren Xiaosu's eyes lit up: "If you don't get cured, you might die."

However, that person didn't look at Ren Xiaosu at all. At this moment, everyone's subconscious, they still need to go to the clinic for treatment, which is more authoritative. And everyone's impression of Ren Xiaosu is that "the one who sells medicine" is more than "curable stab wounds".

At this time, the long-lost palace voice sounded in my mind: "Mission, treat a patient."

Ren Xiaosu stood up and said melancholy, "I'm sorry."

After speaking, Sister Xiaoyu saw Ren Xiaosu running out, and within a minute, she saw Ren Xiaosu abducting the man on his back...

Ren Xiaosu said to the patient kindly, "The doctor in that clinic is a liar. I brought you here to save you, you know?"

The man had lost blood for a long time, and he had no strength, and he almost collapsed when Ren Xiaosu pressed him.

At this time, there were two more men running across the dirt road, all with blood on their bodies, Ren Xiaosu was stunned for a moment: "Are you guys fighting a group?"

Hearing this, the man who was being held explained: "No, the boiler in the factory blew up! Our injuries are minor, and we can run back by ourselves. Some people may not be able to do it on the spot."

Ren Xiaosu nodded silently. If you are injured in the factory these days, no one will kindly take you to heal your wounds. What they think is that if you die, your belongings will belong to me.

"Come on, Miss Xiaoyu, disinfect the needle first," Ren Xiaosu said. Although he didn't have to worry about the inflammation, he had to act like a sick patient, right? After speaking, he went out again, and this time he brought two men with him when he turned back...

Ren Xiaosu held the three of them with both hands and one leg. The three of them had no love in their lives. They really suffered from injuries, otherwise Ren Xiaosu would really not be able to hold them down.

And they actually knew that Ren Xiaosu could heal wounds here, but he just ran to the clinic habitually. Now that he couldn't move, he simply stopped.

Then the three of them saw that Sister Xiaoyu put down the needlework in her hand, and directly took the needle for sewing clothes just now and burned it on the fire. This needle is relatively long, so holding the end of the needle in her hand will not burn her hand.

"Do you sew directly?" Sister Xiaoyu asked timidly.

"Yes, it's like sewing clothes," Ren Xiaosu said with a smile, "It's quite simple."

Sister Xiaoyu mustered her courage and sewed to a person's wound, only to hear a squeak, and there was a burnt smell on the person's skin...

The man trembled and asked, "I can understand that you use fire needles to sterilize, but can you wait for the needles to cool before sewing..."