"Dong dong dong!"
The sound of the polished copper pestle hitting the copper mortar echoed in the living room that usually serves as a treatment room.
One after another, it went on and on, making Mrs. Riley sitting in the chair more and more irritable.
She couldn't help shouting at the man sitting in front of the door: "Stop it, people use the Internet to see doctors now, why are you still making medicine?"
Her yelling silenced the sound of pounding medicine.
The owner of the bronze pestle in his hand, Ruili, kept his head down and said nothing.
He served as a soldier in his early years and became a doctor's assistant by chance. On the battlefield where people died every day, he used his life to feed his good medical skills.
Because of the rejection by doctors, after he was discharged and returned to work, he simply opened a private clinic in the town.
Relying on the medical skills honed in the army, he lived a good life and even married the most beautiful flower in town.
He originally thought that life would go on smoothly, but who would have thought that disaster would come from heaven!
Thinking of the source of the trouble, Ruili felt complicated. After a while, he said: "I took care of the remaining medicinal materials and went to find a job. There are factories everywhere now, and I have the strength, so I don't have to worry about not being able to survive."
Mrs. Riley, who was already extremely irritable, became furious when she heard this: "Is this a matter of whether there is a way to live or not? How much money can you make by working in a factory? How can you support your family?"
After roaring, Mrs. Riley was filled with grief and began to howl.
"What a sin have I committed? I followed you! When Sir Maxwell chased me, I didn't even agree. Since I followed you, look at what kind of life I have been living. I wash and cook every day. I’ll also pound the endless medicinal materials for you.”
"You Qiu Ba, you never know how to feel sorry for me. I told you a long time ago that if you raise the price, you can pay for hiring someone, but you just don't listen!"
"Look, retribution has come, right? If you had listened to me back then, even if you opened a medicine shop, it wouldn't be a hundred times better than it is now?"
Mrs. Riley became more and more excited as she spoke, and her howls even turned into accusations and curses.
Riley was scolded into silence, feeling a little indebted.
He knew that his mother-in-law had a lot of bad things. She loved beauty and jewelry. When she made medicine, the gold and silver bracelets on her wrists jingled.
But he never thought it was too much.
Because she could indeed be with Sir Maxwell, even if she was a lover, it would be much better than being with him.
He wanted to lower the price of medicine so that everyone could afford the medicine and reduce the number of deaths. Because he had seen too many dead people, he had been working hard for his mother-in-law.
But now everything is ruined.
Because of connected healthcare.
Since connected medical care was launched on the Internet, its impact on the multiverse has been so great that it has been nothing short of earth-shaking!
Countless poor people who have fallen ill have had no choice but to resign themselves to fate or even rely on folk remedies. However, poor people who have gone astray have saved their lives because of Internet medical care.
The prestige of the Internet God has become deeply rooted in people's hearts almost overnight, reaching a new peak!
However, even though most people in the multiverse are devoutly grateful and even believe in the God of the Internet, there are still a handful of people who hate the God of the Internet.
This small group of people are doctors.
Especially the witch doctors and their ilk who have no medical skills at all and only rely on their all-purpose painkillers to deceive people, they hate the God of the Internet even more.
Because of Internet medical care, they became street rats almost overnight.
There were also many people beaten to death by angry people.
Even regular doctors are frustrated by the precise examinations and medication recommendations provided by Internet medical services.
Yes, the God of Internet Medicine uses the power of the Internet to send endless medical resources to the multiverse overnight.
But it also almost destroyed the nascent and already fragile medical development of the multiverse overnight.
Riley was one of the victims.
No one comes to see the doctor anymore.
"Is Mr. Riley here?"
Suddenly there was a noise outside the door, with a strong dialect accent, interrupting Mrs. Riley's howling.
Before Riley could stand up, he saw a group of people rushing over with cheers.
"Who is Mr. Riley?" the crowd asked, their eyes almost subconsciously focused on Riley.
"I, I am." Riley said a little confused.
"I heard that you are good at osteotomy, right?" A middle-aged man squeezed out from the crowd and asked with hope.
"I know some osteotomy skills."
"Great, Mr. Riley, please save my brother. He fell down while working and his leg was broken. Look, this is the Internet Medical Diagnosis. You must help us break his leg." Replace the bones! He is old and young, but he cannot be lame for the rest of his life!"
The middle-aged man spoke incoherently and babbled.
As he spoke, he quickly opened Internet Medical and handed the medical certificate to Ruili.
"Come on, come on, come in? How long has it been since this happened?" Riley greeted quickly without having time to take a closer look.
"It's been two days."
At the reply, the crowd parted, revealing a tricycle.
A dark-skinned young man was lying on the truck bed. His exposed calves were as swollen as silkworms and were crystal clear.
With the help of the crowd, the patient was quickly lifted to the operating table—actually a stone platform.
After the patient took the anesthetic, Riley opened the tool box, picked up various tools inside, skillfully cut open the patient's swollen calf, and started tinkering with it.
Relying on the medical skills he had honed on the battlefield, he managed to complete the bone opening amidst countless pale faces.
After the operation was completed, the patient's family used "Internet Medical" to conduct another physical examination. After confirming that the bones had returned to their original positions, they burst into tears of joy.
"Thank you, thank you, Mr. Riley!" The patient's family members held Mr. Riley's blood-covered hands and burst into tears with excitement.
You know, according to their previous experience, serious injuries such as broken legs almost always lead to death or disability.
Only one out of ten thousand can still be brought back.
"You're welcome. The patient is still in danger now. Don't be careless. The flesh and blood will most likely fester later. You must be mentally prepared." Riley said, suddenly slapping his forehead: "I was overly worried. Next, you should follow the instructions Just follow the suggestions on Internet medical care.”
That's right, in the patient's physical examination report after the osteotomy, Internet Medical has given a series of treatment plans, including treatment suggestions for oral administration of herbal medicine, external application of drugs, and even magic.
"Mr. Riley, why don't you register a clinic on Internet Medical? Oh, you don't know. If someone hadn't recommended you to us, we would have almost gone to Hobbs."
While waiting for the patient's anesthesia to wear off, the patient's brother, who had calmed down, suddenly asked curiously.
"Register a clinic?" Riley was stunned.
Mrs. Riley, who was weighing the medicinal materials next to her, subconsciously looked over and pricked up her ears.
"You don't know yet?" The patient's brother was stunned: "You can open a clinic on the Internet. It seems that all you need to do is pass the oath review, and all nearby patients can see it!"
"Sir, your osteotomy is so good. If you open a clinic there, many people will definitely come here! After all, how many months in the factory doesn't someone break a bone and dislocate it?"
Riley was stunned, and subconsciously looked at each other with his wife.
"Look, why are you opening a clinic up there?" Mrs. Riley quickly reminded.
Ruili woke up from a dream and quickly turned on the Internet and clicked on Internet Medical.
I saw a "I am a doctor" window at the bottom of the Internet Medical homepage.
After clicking in, the dense explanations made Ruili feel like he was struck by lightning.
He couldn't help but stretched out his hand to pinch his hot eyes, and his vision couldn't help but become blurry.
I knew, how could the benevolent God of the Internet ruin a physician’s livelihood
What he destroyed was actually a liar who took human life lightly!