Chapter 5 Black Doctor Congcan (please collect it~)
When the sun shone in from the window, Jing Shuo, who had been busy at the workbench all night, raised his head.
He first glanced at Zhang Cishun, who had started leaning against the wall at some point, and then turned to look at the watch that had been repaired and started charging last night.
The new screen has a lot of small scratches, but it's still much better than the shattered one before.
At this time, there was a green battery-like icon on the screen that was flashing like breathing.
"How are you doing?"
Jing Shuo asked as he took off his watch.
"Should..." Zhang Cishun reached out and took the watch. While wearing it, his own message flashed in his mind.
"Status: Fullness: 13%; minor injury → infection (hand abrasion; infection in progress; continuing to worsen; low fever;); cold; fatigue; numbness; hunger;" In addition, he also noticed
that In the Characteristics column, the original 'easily frightened' state has disappeared, replaced by a 'mildly weak' state.
"...It shouldn't be good."
Zhang Cishun said, reaching out and touching his head. As expected, his body temperature was in an abnormal state.
But what caught his attention more was the infection status in the minor injuries in the status bar.
"Do you have a fever?" After Jing Shuo saw Zhang Cishun's movements, he stood up on tiptoes and stretched out his hand towards his forehead. After feeling to confirm that he indeed had a fever, he checked the wounds on his hands.
His face suddenly became very serious:
"You are infected, although it is expected... let's go to the medical clinic."
Any injury that develops to the infection stage cannot be handled by an individual. There is no medical clinic. Special injection, it will soon develop to the next stage, and will be accompanied by high fever, ulceration and necrosis of physical tissue...
Zhang Cishun looked at the time, it was not yet six o'clock, even counting the journey from home to the hospital. The time spent on the road may not necessarily determine whether the hospital will be open during this time.
Jing Shuo found two large cloaks, handed one to Zhang Cishun, and put one on himself.
The cloak is dusty and has obvious cutting marks. After putting it on and fastening the button in front of the neck, the hanging fabric can completely cover the whole body from top to bottom.
And there are hats.
When the two people put on their hats, their faces were completely hidden under the shadow of the hood.
I don't know when the heavy rain stopped, but neither of them cared about this issue.
The puddles on the ground quietly showed them the results of being devastated by the heavy rain last night.
Zhang Cishun's shoes were not dry yet, and they were wet as he walked, making a pia-pia-pia-pia sound.
The streets were empty. Last night's rain had washed away some of the unsightly dirt and graffiti on the buildings in the lower city, but the rest still showed others the chaos unique to the lower city.
Skeletons
are cursing
suicide declarations or even homicide declarations
, but no one actually cares what those 'creators' are painting. The number of graffiti growing on the walls of downtown buildings every day cannot be calculated by numbers, but by cans.
How many cans of spray paint does it take to calculate!
The cheapest sprinkler dyes are sold in the urban area in the thousands every day. They are extremely cheap, and their only drawback is that they are not long-lasting.
For example, those washed away by last night's heavy rain.
After Jing Shuo led Zhang Cishun through two streets, figures gradually appeared in his field of vision.
Because the two of them were actually heading towards the outermost barrier of the city, the surrounding buildings were obviously becoming more and more chaotic and dilapidated. Compared with the one where the two of them live now, For a flat house, the house here is hard to describe.
Another day of sewing and mending is the truest portrayal of the people living here.
Last night's heavy rain failed to destroy those houses, but it still scraped a thick layer of mud from them. The mud was washed into the streets and alleys, making the already bad road conditions even more difficult.
Finally
after an arduous trek, Zhang Cishun and the two walked into a house that looked intact.
There is no plaque on the house, but everyone who lives here knows that this is the black medical clinic run by the black doctor.
Of course, in addition to treating illnesses and saving people, he also works as a seller of daily necessities.
When the doctor called Cong Can and
the two of them in, he was injecting a patient. Besides the one who was getting the injection, there were seven other guests waiting nearby.
Apparently, the heavy rain last night caused many people to have physical problems.
Zhang Cishun had no intention of jumping in line. Anyway, this rogue doctor was not slow at injecting.
It is also worth mentioning that the primary medical skill in his scavenger job was learned from Congcan.
"Illness..."
"Is there any trauma..."
After asking the two questions, Congcan poured the prepared medicine into the hexagonal injection gun, then placed the head of the gun on the patient's arm, and placed it on the patient's arm. With a crisp popping sound, the liquid in the gun was instantly injected into the patient's body.
And for such a simple shot, the asking price is...three hundred.
Most of the symptoms of the patients in front of Zhang Cishun were the same, and occasionally they were different. Cong Can seemed to be well prepared.
Soon, Zhang Ci came to Cong Can.
"Symptoms."
"Low fever, infection." Zhang Cishun answered, and then showed Cong Can the wound on his hand.
"..." Cong Can looked up and began to prepare the potions.
"Don't forget to change the gun tip..." Zhang Cishun reminded.
As a regular customer, he knew very well what Cong Can, a black businessman, would do to save money.
He could use the disposable gun tip for a whole day without changing it. He didn't care if anything went wrong.
Congcan didn't even raise his head. After all, this was not the first time he had dealt with Zhang Cishun.
"More money."
After spitting out two words, he followed Zhang Cishun's instructions and changed the tip of the injection gun in his hand.
Then start preparing the liquid.
"Gp1+3 anti-inductor, double dose of ibuprofen."
Cong Canbao took out the medicine mixed in his hand, and then, with Zhang Cishun's confirmation, he put it into the hexagonal injection gun, and stretched the muzzle towards Zhang Cishun. The inner side of the right wrist that comes out of the cloak is a shot!
Pop -
After a brief period of pain, the injection is complete.
Zhang Cishun took back his hand and glanced at the plum blossom-shaped injection marks.
"Do you need a bandage?"
"Yes."
"I'll charge you twenty credits." Cong Can took out a roll of gauze and expertly began to bandage Zhang Cishun.
After bandaging, he did not forget to remind:
"Don't go to the garbage dump for the next two days. Wait until the wound has recovered. Gp1+3 anti-infectious factor is not as effective as Gp4." The so-called
Gp1+3 anti-inductive factor is actually Gp1 A mixture of Gp3 and Gp3, which are the first and third generation products of the Gp series of anti-sensory agents. In terms of effectiveness, even if the two are added together, they cannot compare to Gp4.
But the amount of Gp4 flowing to the black doctors in Xiacheng District is too small.
Jing Shuo silently calculated Cong Can's bill and then paid it.
"By the way, there is a job, can you guys do it?" Cong Can asked as if he was remembering something after receiving the money.
"When did you start working part-time as a black agent?"
Congcan waved his hand: "You can't find gold now anyway, why not consider it? Don't worry, it's not a troublesome and dangerous job, it's just a participation in a parade. The salary is 800 , not including three meals a day, the end of the day."
"Why don't you find someone else?"
Cong Can smiled: "How do you know I didn't find you?"
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(End of this chapter)