After closing the courtyard door, Huang An carefully inspected the plant ash he had sprinkled along the corner of the wall, and finally nodded with confidence, then blocked the door.
No one came over, only a few mouse footprints were found.
Back inside, Huang An pushed the door shut again.
The light in the room was dim, but it did not affect normal vision. Huang An placed the jar on the table and carefully opened the lid.
In an instant, white steam gushes out, and a warm breath mixed with the unique fragrance of Chinese medicine hits your face.
Huang An's expression was shocked, and he felt a lot more energetic instantly. This is the unique effect of traditional Chinese medicine fragrance, and it can actually wake him up.
He swallowed and looked at the gray-black, somewhat thick medicinal soup in the jar with fiery eyes.
That’s it!
Even though he had been praying for two years for a miracle medicine to relieve pancreatic cancer, with money and enough Guiyuan Decoction, Huang An could live for several more years.
"Hoo!"
Huang An let out a long breath, picked up the black jar, tilted his neck, and drank it down.
After drinking it three times in a row, two kilograms of Guiyuan Decoction went into his stomach. His belly was bulging, and Huang An burped.
He stood up and walked aside, poured the warm water from the teapot into the jar, rinsed it, and drank the water from the jar.
He forced himself to eat a few pieces of beef, but he couldn't eat any more. Huang An didn't force himself to hold on, so he just sat on the bed and waited for the medicine to take effect.
The medicine took effect in three minutes, and Huang An felt warm all over his body. He felt a long-lost comfort, which was even more comfortable than when he woke up this morning.
Feeling a little sleepy, Huang An lay on the bed and fell asleep quickly.
When I woke up, I didn’t know how long it had been, but it was already dark.
He woke up several times one after another, either from hunger or thirst. Fortunately, Huang An was prepared, so he went to bed after eating and drinking.
Huang An felt in the dark and put his ear to the door. There was no movement in the yard and no one came.
After lighting the oil lamp, Huang An ate all the beef left on the table, drank several bowls of water, and then blew out the oil lamp.
Then he recited the numbers silently, and Huang An quickly returned to the Wanjie Garbage Dump. Looking at the garbage he had collected in the middle of the square, Huang An returned to Earth without any hesitation.
This Wanjie garbage dump square has become a transfer station. Although it is a bit troublesome to transfer back and forth, there is nothing to complain about.
Now is not the time to deal with those "garbage". Huang An doesn't have much energy now, and he still has some savings. It is best to cure his master as soon as possible and practice martial arts to extend his life.
At 8:30 in the evening, Feng'an County has fallen into darkness, but Ying City has not. Even the suburbs are brightly lit.
Huang An walked out of the house and looked at the "glowing" building not far away. The sky in the distance reflected various light beams from the city, and he felt a huge gap.
He shook his head, squatted down and touched the old cat that had escaped out of nowhere, then sat on the sofa outside the house and started to make a phone call.
Huang An didn't come back for two or three days, and there weren't many messages on WeChat, just from his adoptive parents and Ah Chang.
The information from the adoptive parents was the same as before. They sent photos and videos taken by the two parents when they were traveling. Huang An read them one by one, lying on his back and admiring them, with a smile unconsciously showing on his lips.
For him, his adoptive parents are his biological parents.
After he looked at the inventory of the past two or three days, he put on a big smile and told the two elders to pay attention to safety and not to go to dangerous places. He rambled a lot before giving up.
I received a reply soon, and Huang An responded with a few smiling faces.
After calling A Chang on WeChat for a few words, I didn’t even look at the detailed account photos he sent. I got up and walked to the little eDonkey.
Huang An rode a small electric donkey to find a nearby drug store and bought a lot of Yunnan Baiyao. The clerk didn't doubt it, but even talked and laughed.
They know Huang An. After all, injuries are common in waste treatment plants. Huang An and his family often take care of their business.
It was still early, so after Huang An delivered the medicine to the house, he drove to the city and had another meal before Huang An got down to business.
Although the "garbage" in the square can make money, or even make a lot of money, it takes too long, is too dangerous, and is too cumbersome. Huang An does not intend to deal with it now.
But the jade ring ring can be sold, because the money comes quickly.
He went into several jewelry and jade shops and looked at the prices of jade, especially jade rings, and he gained a little understanding of jade.
Of course, Huang An would not give the jade to others to sell, wouldn't he sell it himself?
No one makes the difference.
My adoptive father has run a waste treatment plant here for so long, so he naturally has various connections. After all, sometimes the waste may be mixed with some things that are inconvenient to handle.
At this time, you need connections.
Huang An can naturally use these connections. The second elder raised him as his own son, so he can't use those people?
Huang An plans to wait until he is short of money before discussing the sale.
After buying a large amount of cooked meat, Huang An went directly back to the house.
He is not sleepy now. Taking advantage of this time, Huang An took Yunnan Baiyao and other anti-inflammatory drugs, unpacked them, and sorted them out.
Finally, I returned to the Wanjie Garbage Dump with the medicine, prepared food and cold drinks.
Turning on the conveyor device, Huang An carefully cleaned up the garbage.
He has high hopes for the Wanjie Garbage Dump. No matter whether it can be used now or not, there is nothing wrong with stocking up.
If his illness can be cured, then these will be the capital of his future martial arts training, which is all money in vain.
If he still can't survive, Huang An would like to see Anyang give these things to the country before he dies so that he can support his adoptive parents for the rest of his life.
Even if he is lucky and finds a drug to treat cancer, or even a panacea, Huang An's life-extending plan will be in place in one step.
Unfortunately, there is still not much gain today.
Of course, this is for Huang An at this stage.
He only found more than thirty kilograms of alloy materials and some strange toys.
Among these materials, there must be new materials that are not available in my hometown.
Four hours passed quickly. Huang An took a break and cleaned up less than two tons of garbage in total.
After taking off his self-cleaning protective clothing, Huang An returned to the small courtyard room in Feng'an City with the medicine, ate and drank enough, wrapped himself in a quilt and fell asleep.
Early the next morning, the sky was slightly bright, and Huang An had already woken up.
Feeling his increasingly powerful body, he clenched his fists excitedly, and a can of Guiyuantang increased his strength by 20% on the original basis.
He is becoming more and more like a normal person.
After going to the toilet and exhaling heartily, Huang An finally came out whistling.
Today is the happiest day for him in the past two years.
I am in good health and can eat the food I want without worrying about vomiting and can excrete happily. More importantly, I don’t have to wake up from pain in the middle of the night and can sleep until I wake up naturally.
Huang An's pursuit is so simple and unpretentious.
In other words, this is what every terminally ill patient pursues.
Huang An took the prepared medicine and went out, heading straight to the Zhao Family Martial Arts School in the west of the city.
After walking and eating along the way, we soon arrived at the martial arts hall. The door of the martial arts hall was ajar, and it seemed that some martial arts disciples had already arrived.
Sure enough, on the way to the backyard, Huang An saw a few disciples sparsely practicing martial arts in the martial arts field, boxing or jumping, which was quite exciting.
Pang Han was also there. Huang An noticed that his face was red and there were slap marks, and he was thoughtful.
Pang Han didn't seem to see him, and Huang An didn't take the initiative to say hello. He nodded to the senior brothers who saw him as a greeting.
He didn't linger much, and soon arrived at the courtyard where the owner of the museum was recovering from his injuries.
The courtyard door was open, and a burst of laughter came from inside. It was two senior sisters.
Sure enough, as soon as Huang An entered the courtyard, he caught a glimpse of the two senior sisters from the open door, feeding the owner some meat porridge. It was just like the gray-black meat porridge yesterday, and it was very fragrant.
Smelling the aroma of meat filling the air, Huang An swallowed unconsciously.
He didn't think much about it. After all, he just drank Guiyuan soup yesterday, and it was normal for him to swallow saliva when he smelled meat.
Seeing Huang An coming in with the package, the owner looked happy and reminded his eldest daughter.
"Yan'er, Le'er, your junior brother Huang is here."
The two women with their backs to Huang An turned around and saw that it was Huang An holding the package in his arms. They immediately showed joy and stood up to greet him.
"Junior Brother Huang!"
Although he called Junior Brother Huang, his eyes were focused on the package in Huang An's arms.
"Master, senior sister, fortunately you have fulfilled your duty, the medicine has been prepared!"
Huang An smiled without being angry. He walked to the square table, put down the package, spread it out, and carefully took out two small cloth bags, one large and one small.
He crushed Yunnan Baiyao and took it orally into larger particles. The gray-white particles were coated with a layer of corn paste mixed with buckwheat noodles, so they looked like common meatballs.
There is no random addition to the external coating, it is white powder.
Although Huang An is also half medically illiterate, he also knows that external medicines that come into direct contact with wounds cannot be added casually.
After explaining the purpose to the three of them, Huang An personally fed the master ten times the amount of medicine as a normal person.
The medicine applied is normal. Anyway, the medicine powder has been sprinkled on every part of the wound, like pickled bacon.
This master's body is indeed as durable as an animal's, and his resilience is truly terrifying. The flesh that was cut off the day before yesterday has now become deeply scarred.
"Master, rest assured and rest assured that the injury will be much less severe than expected in seven days."
Huang An gave warm instructions while bandaging the wound.
Zhao Dun was moved and breathed a sigh of relief from time to time.
He looked at Huang An and could only see that Huang An was not very handsome, and even had a ferocious profile. Then he turned his head and gave instructions to his daughter who was helping.
"Yan'er, later you will teach your junior brother the breathing method of the five internal organs, so that he can learn it more easily in the future."
Zhao Yan was stunned and nodded.
"I know, Daddy."
Huang An paused with his hand movements, his heart was filled with ecstasy, he quickly turned around and thanked:
"Thank you, master, thank you, senior sister."
The three of them laughed at the same time.
Seeing the three of them enjoying themselves, Zhao Le, who was sitting at the table and carefully looking at the medicine, suddenly felt a little redundant. She gritted her teeth and held back.
If the three of them hadn't laughed just now, she would have told Junior Brother Huang that the five-organ breathing method cost twenty taels of silver.
But now...
"I don't know if dad forgot. I won't remind my sister for a while. Humph! Junior brother Huang doesn't have to spend money to buy it. It's a shame for dad! Junior brother Huang just owes me a favor. I will tell him later and ask her to compensate me for five taels.
,No, ten taels of silver!"
The little money fan curled his lips and said nothing.