Ren Xiaosu left sullenly. He wanted to beat up the young doctor directly, but his reasons were untenable. After all, his original purpose was to steal his job.
One must be a doctor. Ren Xiaosu agrees with Yan Liuyuan's point of view very much. Doctor is indeed a profession that is very easy to be appreciated by others.
But how do you become a doctor without medical skills
After he arrived at the school, he had been thinking hard, and then he suddenly thought of the scene when he came out of the pawnshop last night.
The woman was crying at the door of the clinic, while the man was bleeding profusely and eventually stopped his heartbeat.
Ren Xiaosu inadvertently looked at his tiger's mouth, hey, the wound that was originally infected has scabbed over today.
It turns out that the black ointment can not only reduce inflammation, but also make the wound heal quickly? !
Ren Xiaosu had been injured before, so he was very aware of the body's self-healing ability. A wound as deep as a sparrow's peck would not heal within seven days.
Wait, Ren Xiaosu seems to have thought about how to be a doctor. The doctors in the clinic can only cheat and brag and can be a doctor. Now that Ren Xiaosu has such a magic medicine, why can't he be a doctor
He opened a clinic specializing in knife wounds, wouldn't the job be over? When a patient came, he would sew up the wound, and then apply that black ointment, and the job would be over!
The old doctor said before when he was still alive that he didn't do this kind of suturing operation because he didn't have the conditions to sterilize the bacteria. If those germs stay in the body, they can cause death, so the suturing is still a waste of time.
The old doctor saw this very clearly.
But now Ren Xiaosu is different, he doesn't have to think about it at all!
Thinking of this, Ren Xiaosu had an idea, he could even think of how to arrange Miss Xiaoyu in the future.
Sister Xiaoyu's plan for the future is to see if she can receive some mending jobs and earn some money to live on. But Ren Xiaosu felt that this matter was very difficult. If she was in the refuge barrier, many people would look for her.
But outside this market town, everyone is miserable, and the mending work is done at home. Who would spend such a waste of money
And what Ren Xiaosu thought at the moment was, since he can't mend clothes, let's mend the wound. I don't know if Miss Xiaoyu is dizzy from blood or not...
Regarding this matter, Ren Xiaosu also specifically consulted Zhang Jinglin, the school teacher. After all, Zhang Jinglin knows a lot.
Zhang Jinglin looked at Ren Xiaosu in surprise: "You want to open a clinic specializing in knife wounds? Do you have sutures?"
Ren Xiaosu thought for a while and asked, "What is a suture?"
Zhang Jinglin: "...do you have any anesthetic?"
"What is an anesthetic?"
Zhang Jinglin: "..."
At this time Zhang Jinglin suddenly realized that Ren Xiaosu was not prepared for anything...
Zhang Jinglin said patiently: "Do you know that there are so many stab wound patients in our market town, why the clinic has not done this kind of business? Not only the problem of bacterial infection, but also the lack of anesthetics and sutures, which are said to be barriers to asylum. It's all missing."
Zhang Jinglin went on to say: "There is an emphasis on anesthesia for anesthesia. It hurts less, and it is easy to cause sequelae if you use too much. Not to mention the suture thread, not only the tension of the thread, but also its friction. The coefficient is suitable for passing through human tissue."
"Oh, that's it." Ren Xiaosu waved his hand: "It's not a problem, people are going to die, it doesn't matter if it hurts, I'll sew them with sewing thread."
"What about disinfection?" Zhang Jinglin asked in a daze.
"I have a secret recipe!" Ren Xiaosu said.
In fact, just as Ren Xiaosu guessed, Zhang Jinglin doesn't know everything, he has specialized knowledge, but other things belong to the level of "understanding".
So Zhang Jinglin suddenly realized that he didn't know how to refute Ren Xiaosu, and finally waved his hand: "Go to your class, the next class is survival class."
This day, because Ren Xiaosu tasted the sweetness on the first day, he decisively dragged the class again until dark before dismissing the get out of class...
At this time, there are still students who do not realize what kind of life they want to start.
When school was about to end, the students were all leaving. Ren Xiaosu saw that no one said thank you today, so he couldn't help asking, "Aren't you going to thank the teachers?"
As a result, the students shivered in fright, and hurriedly turned around to thank the teacher.
However, Ren Xiaosu looked inside his palace with great regret, and there was not even a thank you coin...
Zhang Jinglin said before that it was normal for students not to understand him when he was a teacher. Ren Xiaosu felt that he still had a long way to go.
When returning home at night, Ren Xiaosu saw a light in his shack while still far away. Ren Xiaosu hurriedly opened the door curtain and went in. Suddenly, he saw Miss Xiaoyu sitting on their broken chair, mending clothes for the two brothers. Woolen cloth. There are also cooked polenta and wild vegetables on the side.
Clothes are usually left in the shack because there is little stealing.
If you stole it, you have to wear it out, and you will be recognized if you wear it out. At that time, it would be no wonder that Ren Xiaosu didn't beat the thief to death.
Sister Xiaoyu smiled when she saw the two of them coming back: "I came in without your consent. Your clothes are all torn. I'll sew them up for you. Go eat quickly."
Yan Liuyuan stretched out his hand and wanted to serve porridge. This meal was considered luxurious in a market town. They usually ate black bread or potatoes. As a result, Yan Liuyuan was slapped by Ren Xiaosu on the spot: "Thank you, Miss Xiaoyu?"
Yan Liuyuan was very honest in front of Ren Xiaosu: "Thank you, Miss Xiaoyu."
Sister Xiaoyu hurriedly said, "Don't keep paying six yuan."
"I can pamper him, but no one pampers him when he is away from home," Ren Xiaosu explained, and then he said seriously, "Thank you, Miss Xiaoyu."
"You're welcome," Sister Xiaoyu said with a smile, "What do you usually like to eat for dinner?"
Yan Liuyuan said, "We usually don't eat dinner."
"Then what's the matter, both of you are growing up," Sister Xiaoyu said.
For some reason, Ren Xiaosu suddenly felt that Miss Xiaoyu was supposed to be their sister. Before, no one had ever told them that they were growing up.
"Sister Xiaoyu," Ren Xiaosu asked, "You are good at sewing clothes. When our knife wound clinic opens, can you help us?"
"Knife wound clinic?" Sister Xiaoyu was stunned: "Why do you suddenly think of going to the knife wound clinic?"
"Because I have a secret herbal remedy for knife wounds, which can reduce inflammation and heal the wound quickly," Ren Xiaosu said, showing his own scar. Sister Xiaoyu looked and found that Ren Xiaosu's wound had really scabbed and healed.
Sister Xiaoyu thought for a while and said, "However, there are far fewer fights in the market town now. In the past, a dozen people were injured in a day, but now only one is injured in a few days."
That's true, except for the man Ren Xiaosu killed, and the man at the clinic gate yesterday, it seemed that there really wasn't any fights.
It doesn't count if someone groped into the house in the middle of the night, because that kind of situation usually doesn't leave anyone alive.
Ren Xiaosu pondered: "How about I chop them up?"
Yan Liuyuan was shocked at the time: "Brother, you are too ruthless, what is this, is it self-produced and sold?"
After Ren Xiaosu finished speaking, he quickly shook his head: "No, no, you can't do this kind of thing, and you can't be dazzled by interests."