"Brother, this is actually not bad," Yan Liuyuan smiled and said, "No matter what the effect is, you can make money anyway."

Ren Xiaosu was unhappy, and he lowered his voice and said, "Is this a thing to make money? Only then can you get a few sincere thanks?"

Ren Xiaosu thought very clearly about this. Relying on this effect to buy medicine, the chance of earning sincere thanks is much lower than curing diseases and saving people. Only Lao Wang, a dead tree player who longs for spring, would say thanks.

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

Ren Xiaosu said with a angrily anger: "If I treat the disease and save people, the people in the market town will be polite when they see me. Look at how many people the boy in that clinic has killed him, but no one will take him? Why? Because he is the only doctor in the market town!"

"Brother, you're right," Yan Liuyuan said with a pleasing expression. In fact, he doesn't care. Anyway, he knows... they are going to get rich slowly!

"And the most important thing is," Ren Xiaosu said: "If I treat the disease and save people, people will call Doctor Ren when they see it. If they don't treat the disease and save people, what do they call me behind the scenes? Hey, the one selling medicine..."

It sounds obvious that the social status is different, it’s good!

Yan Liuyuan finally couldn't hold back anymore. He laughed in the shack and said, "Brother, you have a lot of inner scenes."

However, what Ren Xiaosu didn't know was that Lao Wang didn't use the medicine he sold to Lao Wang. After all, Lao Wang really didn't find a lover now...

There is nothing strange about the bottles containing black medicine. They are just ordinary small porcelain bottles in the market town. The bottles containing black medicine were originally glass, and the craftsmanship level was very high. Ren Xiaosu was worried that this thing would be suspected again. After all, there was no one selling such bottles in the market town.

The small porcelain bottle was handed over from Wang Fugui to the managers of the market town, that is, the people who came out of the shelter barrier.

Lao Wang thought to himself that Ren Xiaosu did not understand the value of this thing, but he understood it.

Where do you need the oral function of this black medicine the most? Are you the men in the market town? No.

Although the men in the market town can only barely afford food and clothing, some of them are thin, the problem is that everyone works every day, and although they are thin, they are in good health.

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

The people who need this thing the most are actually the "noble people" in the shelter barrier.

Wang Fugui gave the black medicine to the manager sent by the shelter barrier. The managers were aware of the goods. Their daily job was to see the abnormal movements in the market town, so he also knew about the iron head licking 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 small black medicine porcelain bottle was unknown where he went.

Ren Xiaosu knew nothing about this. He just exchanged a bottle of black medicine with a thank you coin again, and then asked Sister Xiaoyu to pull a piece of white linen in the market town, then embroidered the two big characters "clinic" on it with black thread, and then embroidered the eight small characters "specially treating knife wounds, doctors benevolent" under the clinic.

The clinic just opened.

When embroidering, Sister Xiaoyu asked Ren Xiaosu if she wanted to embroider the four words "My Hands Rejuvenation" and Ren Xiaosu quickly denied it. He is now a little sensitive to the word "Chun"...

Ren Xiaosu's life gradually got on track. He went out to collect herbs in the morning, took a consultation in his own shack during the day, taught survival classes at night, and then took Yan Liuyuan's notes to tutor his homework.

Although there is no business in this clinic, the problem is that you can’t sit here. If a patient comes, Sister Xiaoyu can’t handle it alone.

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

This family must always have a wish to sacrifice themselves.

The next day, Ren Xiaosu sat in the shack where the curtain was lifted, closed his eyes and rested. Sister Xiaoyu was sewing behind him. Sister Xiaoyu sometimes sighed that the two brothers had never repaired the holes in their clothes before, why did they accumulate so much?

At this moment someone ran quickly from the other side of the dirt road, one of his arms was bleeding.

Ren Xiaosu's eyes lit up: "You may die if you are not cured of your injury."

However, the man didn't see Ren Xiaosu at all. Now everyone subconsciously wanted to go to the clinic to treat the injury, which was more authoritative. Moreover, everyone's impression of Ren Xiaosu was that "the one who sells medicine" was more than "can cure knife injuries."

At this moment, the long-lost palace sounded in my mind: "Task, treat 1 patient."

Ren Xiaosu stood up and said sadly: "I'm sorry."

After saying that, Sister Xiaoyu saw Ren Xiaosu running out. Before a minute, she saw Ren Xiaosu carrying the man back...

Ren Xiaosu said to the patient with a smile: "The doctor in that clinic is a liar. I am saving you because I took you over, do you know?"

The man lost blood for a long time and had no strength on his body. He almost collapsed when he was pressed by Ren Xiaosu.

At this time, two more men came across the dirt road, all of whom were covered in blood. Ren Xiaosu was stunned for a moment: "Are you a group fight?"

The man who was pressed explained when he heard this, "No, the boiler in the factory exploded! We were so injured that we could run back by ourselves, and some people might not be able to do it on the spot."

Ren Xiaosu nodded silently. If the factory is injured these days, no one will kindly take you to treat the injury. What they think is that if you die, your things will belong to me.

"Come on, Sister Xiaoyu, please disinfect the needle first," Ren Xiaosu said. Although he didn't have to worry about inflammation, he had to show the patient a good look, right? As he said that, he went out again. When he came back this time, he brought two men...

Ren Xiaosu pressed the three of them with both hands and legs. The three of them had no desire to live. They really suffered the loss of being injured, otherwise Ren Xiaosu would not be able to hold them back.

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

Then the three of them saw that Sister Xiaoyu put down the needlework in her hand, and directly took the needles from the sewing clothes just now and burned them on the fire. The needle was relatively long, so even if you held the needle tail in your hand, it would not burn them.

"Do you just sew it?" Sister Xiaoyu asked timidly.

"Yes, it's like sewing clothes," Ren Xiaosu smiled and said, "It's quite simple."

Sister Xiaoyu mustered up the courage to stitch a person's wound, but after hearing a gush, a burnt smell came from the person's skin...
Chapter completed!