In less than three minutes, the person suffering from severe heatstroke woke up!
Not to mention the migrant workers, even the onlookers were dumbfounded.
They have seen many drugs that are advertised as being able to bring life back to life, but they have never seen a drug that works so quickly!
"Well, I didn't lie to you, did I?"
Ye Feng looked at the leading migrant worker with a smile.
"No no… "
Upon hearing this, the migrant worker immediately shook his head like a rattle, then gave Ye Feng a thumbs up. After racking his brains and squeezing out all the ink in his stomach, he finally uttered three words: "Wonderful medicine!"
Hahahaha… As soon as the word "miracle medicine" came out, the crowd couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Firstly, they were infected by the humor of the migrant worker, and also because it was just as the migrant worker said, this medicine that took effect so quickly really deserved the word "miracle drug".
"How much do you sell this medicine for? It's so effective, is it expensive?"
At this moment, the leading migrant worker touched the back of his head embarrassedly and looked at Ye Feng expectantly.
Not only him, other migrant workers also looked at Ye Feng eagerly.
People who work on construction sites every day in hot weather are bound to suffer from heat stroke and hot headache. This medicine is so effective that everyone wants to have two bottles on hand, just in case they get hot and drink one to cool off.
They are just worried that the price of this incredibly effective medicine is beyond their reach.
"As for the price, I don't have the final say, she has the final say."
Ye Feng turned around with a smile and looked at Jiang Yixiu who was also a little dazed.
Jiang Yixue came to her senses when she heard the voice. She looked at the expectant faces and said loudly, "Our medicine is not expensive. It's only 9.9 yuan!"
"Nine dollars and nine cents a pop, that's still a bit expensive."
When the leading migrant worker heard this, he suddenly looked a little disappointed.
The cigarettes they smoked on the construction site were just low-quality ones that cost five or ten yuan. A pack of drugs was equivalent to a pack of cigarettes, so the price was still a bit expensive.
Although this medicine is indeed effective, a box of ten bottles of Wang's Yiwu Soup only costs fifteen yuan. Even if it takes a while to take effect, it is affordable.
"It's not 9.9 for one stick, it's 9.9 for a box!"
At this moment, Jiang Yixue shook her head and said firmly.
"What?"
The leading migrant worker was stunned and quickly looked up at Jiang Yixue.
"Nine dollars and nine cents a box!"
Ye Feng repeated the sentence, then looked at the leading migrant worker and said with a smile: "My fellow villager, I see you are also feeling hot, and you have a little tinnitus and can't hear clearly. You should buy some ** to cool down."
“Buy! Buy! Buy!”
The leading migrant worker was so teased by Ye Feng that his face turned into a flower. He hurriedly took out ten yuan from his pocket and bought a box first.
"Don't worry about the remaining dime."
After buying the medicine, he saw a worker giving change and waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to go through so much trouble.
"No, one thing means one thing. If I say 9.9, I can't sell it for 10. It's not easy for anyone to make money!"
Ye Feng grabbed him and put the dime that the staff had given him into his hand.
"Little brother, you are not a man to be trifled with!"
The leading migrant worker's eyes were a little red.
Ye Feng's words, "It's not easy for anyone to make money," really touched his heart.
“We want to buy it too!”
Soon after, other migrant workers who were equally moved also began to open their wallets to make purchases.
In a short while, the two boxes of medicine were empty.
"Can we make money at this price?"
Looking at the bustling buying scene, Ye Feng touched Jiang Yixue's arm and asked in a low voice.
"The cost price of this box is three dollars and a half, so we can still make a profit of six dollars and a half. Moreover, this is a trial production, so the cost is a bit higher. When we start mass production, the cost can be controlled within three dollars." Jiang Yixue smiled proudly.
"What a dishonest businessman..."
Ye Feng was stunned. He didn't expect that the profit of Xiantian Yiwu Soup would be three times as much.
"Is this cunning? Didn't you hear them say that Wang's Yiwu Soup costs fifteen yuan a box, and the profit is nearly five times!"
Jiang Yixue pouted in displeasure, then looked at Ye Feng jokingly and said, "And don't forget that Xiantian Yiwu Tang also has your technical shares. You will have a share of the money earned."
"Damn, I should have sold it at a higher price..."
When Ye Feng thought of the kind smile of the old man on the little red fish, he immediately sucked his teeth in pain.
"Money is the key!"
Jiang Yixue looked down on Ye Feng, and then said, "How about raising the price a bit when it's officially launched?"
"Forget it, just consider it a good deed."
Looking at the migrant workers who were buying enthusiastically, Ye Feng shook his head.
A doctor is like a loving parent. He not only needs to make medicines that are effective and conscientious, but also needs to make medicines that are affordable for people!
Especially the conscience medicine that even poor people can afford!
This guy is kindhearted...
Jiang Yixue also looked at Ye Feng in surprise. She didn't expect that he would give up such easy money.
"My money..."
But at this moment, Ye Feng suddenly sighed with a sad face, then looked around fiercely and said, "No, I have to sell more to make up for my losses!"
"Money-grubber..."
Jiang Yixue shook her head with a wry smile and looked down on Ye Feng again.
But this time it was a joke, not real contempt.
It is not shameful to be greedy for money, but it is shameful to make money by going against one's conscience.
Ye Feng, this money-loving man, has a very good conscience.
"Young man, can children drink this Xiantian Yiwu soup?"
Just as Jiang Yixue was expressing her feelings, an elderly lady holding a child saw the migrant workers buying things enthusiastically and asked curiously.
"Can."
Ye Feng took the crying child from the aunt's arms with a smile, looked at his red throat, and said, "For the heat carbuncle caused by accumulated fire, drink one bottle a day, and it will be fine in three days."
"Are you still a doctor?"
The aunt looked at Ye Feng in surprise.
"Not a doctor..."
Ye Feng shook his head and said calmly: "It's a miracle doctor!"
"Hahaha, young man, you are so funny. You are a miracle doctor at such a young age."
The old lady was also amused by Ye Feng, and then handed Jiang Yixue ten yuan, saying: "Girl, give me a box, I want to see how it works."
After collecting the money and giving the medicine, Ye Feng helped feed the medicine to the child.
Strangely enough, less than five minutes after the medicine was given, the little guy, who had been crying at the top of his lungs with sweat all over his head, suddenly stopped crying, and fell asleep on the aunt's shoulder with his little finger in his mouth.
"Young man, you really are a miracle doctor!"
The aunt looked at the little guy in her arms and said in surprise.
Her little grandson cried for two days without closing his eyes. The intravenous drip in the hospital was as soft as water. But who would have thought that the Xiantian Yiwu Soup, which cost only 90 cents per bottle, could actually make him fall asleep sweetly.
"Young man, can we old people drink your Xiantian Yiwu Soup when we are suffering from the heat?"
"Brother, can people who have internal heat from eating hot pot drink this Xiantian Yiwu soup?"
…
With two vivid cases in front of them, in the blink of an eye, a group of people surrounded Ye Feng and asked him questions one after another.
Ye Feng’s answer was extremely simple, just one word—yes!
And the fact was just as he said. After the old man who had suffered from the heat drank the soup, he immediately felt much more awake.
For those who get a sore throat after eating hotpot, their cough will be significantly improved after drinking Xiantian Yiwu Soup.
In a short while, the awning was blocked by the dense crowd.
All they said were three words—
Buy! Buy! Buy!