"Brother, in fact, this is not bad ah," Yan Yixing smiled: "No matter what effect, anyway, money to earn ah."

Wang Shuai was not happy, he lowered his voice and said: "Is this a matter of making money?" How many sincere thanks can I get?"

This thing Wang Shuai wants to understand very well, relying on this effect to buy medicine, the chance of harvesting sincere thanks is much lower than curing diseases to save people, that is, old Wang this desire for spring dead wood players will say thank you.

And his purpose is to make money? No, he needs a thank you. Without a thank you, there's no black pill.

Wang Shuai said with a little anger: "If I save people, the people in the market town have to be polite when they see me, you see how many people died in the clinic boy, not so no one took him?" Why? Because he's the only doctor in the market town! '

"Brother you are right," Yan Yixing concurred, in fact, he is indifferent, anyway, he knows... They are slowly starting to get rich!

"And most importantly," said Wang Shuai, "if I cure people, people will call me doctor, if I don't cure people, what do people call me behind my back?" Hey, the medicine man..."

It sounds like obvious social status is not quite the same!

Yan Yixing finally couldn't keep up, he laughed in the shack: "Brother your inner play is quite a lot."

However, what Wang Shuai didn't know was that the medicine he sold to Lao Wang was not used by Lao Wang himself, after all, Lao Wang did not find his concubine now...

There is nothing rare about the bottle of black medicine, it is the ordinary small porcelain bottle in the market town, the bottle originally loaded with black medicine is glass, the level of craftsmanship is very high, Wang Shuai worried that this thing is suspected how to do, after all, there is no one selling this bottle in the market town.

Small porcelain bottle from the hands of Wang Dafu transferred to the manager of the market town, that is, the few people who came out of the refuge barrier.

Old Wang Xin said that Wang Shuai did not understand the value of this thing, but he did understand.

Where is the oral function of this black drug most needed? Is it the men of the market town? Not really.

Although the men in the market town can barely survive, some of them are thin, but the problem is that everyone is working every day, although thin, the body is very good.

As long as more exercise, maintain the body's metabolic skills and organ function, are very easy things, so men do not need this stuff.

The people who need it the most are the "noble people" inside the refuge walls.

Wang Dafu shifty black medicine to the refuge barrier sent to the manager, the manager is knowledgeable, their daily work is insight into the changes in the market town, so last night the iron head licking medicine he also know.

However, the manager did not use it, and actually presented it to his boss again after going home in the evening.

Finally this small black medicine porcelain bottle, actually do not know where in the end to go.

Wang Shuai knew nothing about this, he just exchanged a bottle of black medicine with a thank you coin again, and then let little jade sister go to the market town to pull a piece of white linen, and then embroidered the two characters of "clinic" with black thread on it, and then embroidered the eight small characters of "specializing in treating knife wounds, and the doctor's benevolence" under the clinic.

The clinic just opened up.

When embroider little jade sister asked Wang Shuai whether to embroider the four words "magic hand rejuvenation", Wang Shuai quickly denied, he is now a little sensitive to the spring word...

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Wang Shuai's life gradually into the right track, go out in the morning to pick medicine, during the day in their own shack, to teach survival classes at night, and then take Yan Yixing's notes for remedial lessons.

Although this clinic has no business, but the problem is that you can not sit here ah, once a patient, little jade sister can not deal with a person.

He wanted to sit in a spacious and bright school like Yan Yixing to learn, but he went to learn Yan Yixing and small jade sister how to do?

This family, always have a desire to sacrifice themselves.

The next day, Wang Shuai sat in the shack with the curtain open to close his eyes and rest, and Sister Xiaoyu was sewing behind him. Sister Xiaoyu sometimes felt that the holes in the clothes of the two brothers had never been repaired before, how did they accumulate so much...

Just then someone ran quickly from the other side of the dirt road. One of his arms was bleeding.

Wang Shuai's eyes lit up: "You may die if you don't cure this wound."

However, the man did not look at Wang Shuai, now everyone's subconscious, the injury or to go to the clinic, where more authoritative ah. And everyone's impression of Wang Shuai, "that selling medicine" is still more than "can cure knife wounds."

At this time, the long-lost voice of the palace sounded in the mind: "Task, save a patient."

Wang Shuai stood up and said wistfully, "I'm sorry."

Said little jade sister saw Wang Shuai ran out, not to a minute, and saw Wang Shuai carrying the man turned back...

Wang Shuai kindly said to the patient: "The doctor in that clinic is a charlatan, I carried you over to save you, you know?"

The man lost blood for a long time and had no strength, and was almost collapsed by Wang Shuai.

At this time, two men ran across the dirt road, both with blood, Wang Shuai froze for a moment: "You are fighting with each other?"

The man being held down heard this and explained, "No, the boiler in the factory has exploded!" We were lightly injured and were able to run back on our own, but some of us may not have made it on the spot."

Wang Shuai nodded silently, this year in the factory injured will not be kind to take you to heal the injury, they think you are dead, your things can belong to me.

"Come, little jade sister, you first sterilize the needle," Wang Shuai said, although he does not have to worry about inflammation, he has to do something to show the patient. And with that he went out again, this time turning back with two men...

Wang Shuai two hands and a leg according to them three, three lives have nothing to love, they really eat the loss of injury, otherwise Wang Shuai really can not press them.

And they actually know that Wang Shuai here can treat the wound, but the habit of running to the clinic, now can not move, simply do not move.

Then the three people saw little jade sister put down the sewing work in her hand, and directly took the sewing needle to the fire and burned it, which was relatively long, so the hand would not burn the hand with the needle tail.

"Straight?" Little jade sister timidly asked.

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

Little jade sister drummed up courage to sew on a person's wound, and the result was a sound, and the person's skin floated a burnt taste...

The man shivered and asked, "I can understand you disinfecting with a burning needle, but can you wait for the needle to cool before you sew..."