Chapter seven hundred and eighty third deadly joke (ten)
Cold is one of the most common but very annoying diseases. Almost everyone in the world has had a cold. However, for this most common disease, there is still no immediate treatment.
If you have a cold and go to the hospital, the doctor will definitely say four words to you, that is, "get a good rest." In fact, these four words are more effective than any cold medicine, and the effect of any cold medicine is not as good as your own immunity.
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In the fast-paced modern life, few people will ask for leave because of a cold. Most of them go to work with hoarse voices and blocked noses, but there is no doubt that this will not have any serious consequences.
disease can make people at work very uncomfortable.
Cough and runny nose are only the mildest symptoms, and headache and weakness are the most fatal. But no matter what, people living in modern cities have a warm bed to lie on and a thick blanket after get off work. Get a good night's sleep under the quilt. If it's serious, you can go to the hospital for water treatment. The worst case scenario is that you'll have to stay in the hospital for two days.
But now, what does the blues have?
He only had a tin can, which was neither windproof nor rainproof. As a coffin, it was so crude that it made people want to cry.
Let alone cold medicine, he can't even light a fire now, has no bed, no quilt, and no food.
Bruce knew that he had to leave this cold shoal now. He could already feel that his fingers and toes were almost numb.
Last night, he originally planned to light a fire, but he was too tired after a day's work. He could sleep under such harsh conditions. It was not surprising that he would contract wind and cold due to the weakened resistance caused by fatigue.
But now, Bruce doesn't have time to get injections and take medicine. At eight o'clock this morning, he will drive to the gang's warehouse to pull goods. If it is late, there will be no way to settle the bill tonight. He has to wait until tomorrow. So today
One day, he had no money to buy food.
Bruce had to drag his tired body out of the canning area, drive a truck, and go to the gang's territory to transport goods.
But during the process of transporting the goods, he discovered that all the suffering he had suffered before broke out.
The wind and cold itself can cause weakness in the intestines and stomach. Bruce drank unclean water and suffered from mild gastroenteritis. In the past few days, because the truck work was very busy, he could not bother to boil water. He could find
Drinking water from one faucet is good enough, and eating from the lake is just as easy.
The stomach and intestines of people who have never drank raw water are very sensitive to unboiled water. The stomach and intestines of people who have never eaten spicy and greasy food will not accept these foods. In addition, the spleen and stomach are weak due to wind and cold.
At noon that day, after Bruce finished a piece of bread and two sausages and drank a glass of cold water, he ran to the back of the truck and vomited.
Many people know that vomiting is different from diarrhea. Diarrhea is extra weak for a short period of time after diarrhea, but as long as there is still energy in the body, it will recover soon. As long as the stomach pain is gone, you can act normally.
Although vomiting will not make you particularly weak immediately, side effects such as stomach pain, dizziness, nausea, and cold sweats will always surround you. Moreover, the pain in the stomach is not as sharp as the pain in the intestines, but it lasts longer and is repeated.
The intervals between attacks are also shorter….
After Bruce emptied the contents of his stomach, he felt better, but as soon as he got into the truck, he felt his gastric juices surging again, and the vague feeling of nausea came back, making him want to crouch.
Bruce, who has a lot of medical knowledge, knows that his gastroenteritis is serious again, but even if he wants to give up now, how to get back to Wayne Manor is still a problem.
More importantly, how was he going to explain to Alfred why he had to go to the slums and stay there for several days like a psychopath, and then made himself sick?
In real life, if there are no benefits to be gained, no rich people will be willing to integrate into the lives of the lower class to experience life. To accomplish this requires a strong willpower, stronger than they imagined.
Batman has never lacked willpower. The more uncomfortable he feels, the more he feels that everything he has encountered may be just the tip of the iceberg, because he understands that what he has experienced is just the tip of the iceberg.
A prosperous life and an IQ far beyond ordinary people make him much higher than ordinary people.
At least, he was still able to move freely after he caught a cold, suffered from vomiting and diarrhea due to gastroenteritis, was tired for a day, had no house to live in, no fire to bake in, and was frozen all night.
Those expensive fitness equipment were not bought in vain, and the rare nutrients that ordinary people with money could not buy were not eaten in vain. But even so, all of these are still being worn away bit by bit, just like the cold wind in the high sky and far away.
, just like polishing off the down on this young bat that has just left the nest.
Bruce did not go back to the canning area, because staying there was even worse than staying in the truck. Today's day's work allowed him to earn some money, but he didn't know where to buy food that could be eaten if he had gastroenteritis.
Bruce felt that he had to find a place to see a doctor, but after driving around the East Side for so long, he couldn't find a pharmacy anywhere.
The situation was getting worse and worse. Bruce knew that he had to find a way to reverse the situation, so he stopped a newsboy who was on his way to deliver something.
These children are relatively easy to talk to. As long as you give them a little money, they will show you the way. In the beginning, when Bruce was not familiar with the road, they were a big help.
The newsboy looks young and has a round face, which in Gotham means that he is a very capable child. Only if he lives long enough and makes enough money can he eat well. The baby fat on his face
It won't disappear because of hunger.
Bruce's lips were trembling a little, his hands were shaking a little, and his steps were a little unable to move forward, mainly because of cold and weakness, and partly because of stomachache.
Bruce gave the newsboy ten cents. The round-faced newsboy pressed him up and down, and said as if he suddenly realized: "Oh, I know what you are looking for. Come on, come with me, I will take you there!"
Bruce followed the group and walked into a remote alley. He was not afraid that the newsboy would trick him, because he was carrying a long gun and plenty of bullets in his hand. This was his only source of confidence now.
After twisting and turning through alleys, they walked down a cellar, and then up again, they finally came to a basement. Before they could enter, Bruce smelled a very terrible smell...
When I first smelled it, it felt like a strong smell of smoke. When I smelled it carefully, there was a smell of sesame oil in vegetables, but it was greasier than that. Just smelling this smell, I felt that my nose was filled with oil, and by the end of it
When I mixed it, it still smelled like vomiting.
Bruce knew very well what this smell was. Every time he went to catch Constantine, his expensive bat suit would be stained with this smell, and then he would throw it into the trash can.
He turned around and wanted to leave, but an old man immediately stopped him and said, "Hey, it's rare for little chickens to introduce guests here. What's wrong with you? Tell me."
"No, this is not the place I want to come." Bruce was very determined to leave, but the old man kept pestering him. He said, "I can see that you are feeling very uncomfortable now. It must be because you have been out of stock recently, right?"
"This is normal. Recently, the Twelve Families have tightened their inspections. No goods are allowed in the car. If the one you often go to goes bankrupt, you can come to my place. I can guarantee that no one will compete with my goods.
Better."
"Come and try this." The old man put a cigarette into Bruce's hand and said, "I rolled it just now. It's guaranteed to be fresh. Don't worry, kid, as long as you take a puff, the pain will leave you."
Bruce took a deep breath, looked at the cigarette, turned to the old man and asked, "Do you know that you are harming others? Do you know that this thing is actually..."
"What is it?" The old man was a little confused. He scratched his head and said, "Isn't it just ***?"
As he said that, he looked Bruce up and down and said, "Oh, you are a college student, right? I understand, I understand, you are not used to smoking directly, please wait..."
As he spoke, the old man walked back to the counter at the door of the basement, took out a box of cigars from the cabinet, opened the box, pointed inside, and said to Bruce: "I told you, no one else will have such good stuff like me. You
You've come to the right place, kid."
"These are the leftover leftover cigars from the Lawrence family's previous smuggling. I took them apart and re-rolled the tobacco leaves. I put enough ingredients in them. You will never buy such good products on the market."
"Did you bring a cigar cutter? If not, I can lend it to you, but you can also buy one from me. Although it is not as professional as their guillotine type, it is enough for cutting ordinary goods.
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Bruce pushed the box in his hand and said, "No, I don't want to come here, I want to go find a doctor."
The old man looked at him in surprise and said, "I am the doctor, where are you going?"
"you are a doctor??!
"Bruce raised his voice and said: "Then you are still selling drugs to others??!
"Drugs?" The old man seemed a little unfamiliar with the word. He smiled and said, "We don't usually call it that. This is the medicine we have here. It has first-class pain relief effect. You will know after you try it."
The old man pushed the box to Bruce again and said, "No matter where you feel uncomfortable, as long as you take one, you can fall asleep peacefully."
"You are crazy." Bruce said: "This stuff is addictive. If you smoke it too much, it will cause memory loss, twitching of limbs and even induce epilepsy. Long-term smoking can cause infertility. If the dose is too large, it may cause shock or death.
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The old man took the box back, looked at Bruce and said, "Yes, *** cigarettes can cause shock or death, but not pain?"
After speaking, the old man walked to the basement door and opened it. Bruce saw that there were a bunch of people lying around inside the door, some holding cigarettes, some holding water pipes, and some holding pipes. At this time,
The room was filled with smoke and the terrible stench made Bruce take two steps back unconsciously.
"Why do you think they come here?" The old man said, "They can't have money and have nowhere to spend it, so they have to come to buy my goods, right?"
"I don't accept people who are looking for fun here. If you smoke one cigarette a day, you might as well go to the nightclub next door. There will be beauties rolling cigarettes for you. I am a hospital here. If you are not sick, don't come to me."
The old man spoke very seriously, so seriously that Bruce felt ridiculous. He said, "This is a hospital? Do you really know what you are talking about???"
"Of course, if he wasn't sick, he wouldn't come here. This... we all call him Old Yak..." The old man pointed to a bearded man lying in the room, and he said, "He must have some lung problems.
,Uh... it could be an infection, or it could be cancer. Because the cough was so severe and it hurt, I came here for treatment."
"Well, little Pinat, he fell off the scaffolding some time ago and broke his bones. He didn't have money to pick him up, but the pain was so bad that he couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, so he came to my place for two days and it was fine.
I've been sleeping soundly lately."
"And this, we all call her the East Street Widow. Her son died due to an infection due to being caught in the rain. She cried for several days and couldn't feel better. She had to come to me to find some medicine. She is much better now and can stay awake during the day.
I can go out to work."
The old man came back again, looked at Bruce, a smile appeared on his rough face, and said: "I think your symptoms are not very serious, and you are very young. If you smoke two pills a day, you will definitely be cured in a week."
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Bruce looked at him blankly and said, "Are all the doctors here like this? The medicines you prescribe are drugs?"
The old man turned around and put the box back on the table. He said, "I can see that you are not from here. If you just want to try something new, you'd better leave."
Bruce looked at him. He didn't know why his attitude had changed 180 degrees, but the old man looked at him and showed a somewhat awkward smile. Although he was smiling, he looked like he was crying.
Bruce didn't know if he cried, but he had never seen anyone in Gotham cry.
Finally the old man said:
"This is the only medicine we can find. It will make our death more comfortable. If you still have somewhere to go, get out of here as soon as possible."
"If you really have nowhere to go, I advise you to cure your illness first, otherwise, you will end up
It will only get worse."
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