Ren Xiaosu left in a huff. He had wanted to give that young doctor a beating, but his reason was not valid either. After all, his original intention was to steal that young doctor's job.
Ren Xiaosu agreed with Yan Liuyuan's point of view very much. Being a doctor was indeed a profession that could easily be thanked by others.
But how could he become a doctor without medical skills?
He had been racking his brains ever since he arrived at school. Then he suddenly recalled the scene from last night when he came out of the pawnshop.
The woman was crying at the entrance of the clinic, while the man was bleeding profusely until his heart finally stopped beating.
Ren Xiaosu inadvertently looked at the area between his thumb and index finger. Eh, the wound that was originally infected had actually scabbed over today.
So the black ointment could not only reduce inflammation, but it could also heal wounds quickly?!
Ren Xiaosu had been injured before, so he knew very well the self-healing abilities of the human body. For a wound that was as deep as the peck of a sparrow, it would take at least seven days for a scab to form.
Wait a minute. Ren Xiaosu seemed to have thought of how he should become a doctor. That clinic's doctors could still become doctors even though they only knew how to cheat and brag. Now that Ren Xiaosu had such a miraculous medicine, why couldn't he become a doctor?
He could just open a clinic that specialized in knife wounds. When the patients came in, he could just stitch up their wounds and apply the black ointment. That would be the end of it!
When the old doctor was still around, he had said that he did not perform this kind of suture surgery because he did not have the means to kill bacteria. If the bacteria remained in the body, it would cause death, so it would be useless to stitch it up.
The old doctor understood this very well.
But it was different for Ren Xiaosu now. He did not have to consider this matter at all!
Thinking of this, Ren Xiaosu had an idea. He could even think of how to make arrangements for Sister Xiaoyu in the future.
Sister Xiaoyu's plan for the future was to see if she could get some sewing and patching jobs to earn some money for a living. But Ren Xiaosu felt that this would be very difficult. If she were in the stronghold, there would probably be a lot of people looking for her.
But outside of town, everyone was having a hard time. Sewing and mending jobs could be easily done at home, so who would want to spend money on such pointless things?
As for Ren Xiaosu, he was thinking that since he couldn't sew clothes, he might as well sew wounds. He didn't know if his Sister Xiaoyu would faint from blood …
Regarding this matter, Ren Xiaosu even specifically consulted the school teacher, Zhang Jinglin. After all, Zhang Jinglin knew a lot.
Zhang Jinglin looked at Ren Xiaosu in surprise. "You want to open a clinic that specializes in knife wounds? Do you have any sutures? "
Ren Xiaosu thought about it and asked, "What is a suture?"
Zhang Jinglin: "… Do you have anesthetics?"
"What is anesthesia?"
Zhang Jinglin: "…"
At this moment, Zhang Jinglin realized that Ren Xiaosu was not prepared for this at all.
Zhang Jinglin said patiently, "Do you know why the clinic hasn't done this kind of business even though there are so many patients with knife wounds in town? It's not only because of the problem of bacterial infection, but there's also a lack of anesthetics and sutures. I heard that even the stronghold lacks these things. "
Zhang Jinglin continued, "Anesthetics are administered with particular care. If it's too little, it'll be painful. If it's too much, it'll easily cause side effects. As for sutures, not only do we have to consider the tension of the thread, but we also have to consider whether its coefficient of friction is suitable for passing through human tissues. "
"Oh, I see." Ren Xiaosu waved his hand and said, "That's not a problem at all. Why would they care about pain when they're about to die? I'll just use the thread used to sew clothes for them."
"What about disinfection?" Zhang Jinglin asked in a daze.
"I have a secret recipe!" Ren Xiaosu said.
Actually, just as Ren Xiaosu had guessed, Zhang Jinglin did not know everything. He had specialized knowledge, but the rest of it was only at the level of "understanding."
So Zhang Jinglin suddenly realized he did not know how to refute Ren Xiaosu. In the end, he waved his hand and said, "Go to your class. The next class is survival class."
On this day, because Ren Xiaosu had tasted the sweetness of success on the first day, he decisively delayed the class until it was dark again.
At this time, there were still some students who did not realize what kind of life they were about to embark on.
When school was about to end, the students were all heading out. When Ren Xiaosu saw that no one was thanking him today, he could not help but take the initiative to ask, "Aren't you going to thank the teachers?"
As a result, the students trembled in fear and quickly turned around to thank the teachers in unison.
However, Ren Xiaosu regretfully looked into his palace and saw that there was not a single gratitude coin.
Zhang Jinglin had previously said that it was normal for students to not understand him when he was a teacher. Ren Xiaosu felt that he still had a long way to go.
When he returned home at night, Ren Xiaosu saw that his shack was lit up from a distance. Ren Xiaosu hurriedly lifted the curtain and entered. He was surprised to see his Sister Xiaoyu sitting on a tattered chair in their shack, mending their clothes. Beside her was cooked corn porridge and wild vegetables.
Clothes were usually left in the shack because no one would steal them.
If someone stole them, they would have to wear them. If they did, they would be recognized. When that happened, it would be a wonder if Ren Xiaosu did not beat the thief to death.
When Sister Xiaoyu saw the two of them coming back, she said with a smile, "I came in without your permission. Your clothes are all torn, so I'll help you guys sew them up. Hurry up and go eat."
Yan Liuyuan reached out to get the porridge. This meal was considered luxurious even in town. Usually, they only ate black bread or potatoes on a regular basis. However, Ren Xiaosu slapped Yan Liuyuan on the spot. "Have you thanked Sister Xiaoyu yet?"
Yan Liuyuan was still very obedient in front of Ren Xiaosu. "Thank you, Sister Xiaoyu."
Sister Xiaoyu hurriedly said, "Don't keep hitting Liuyuan."
"I can spoil him, but no one will spoil him when he's outside," Ren Xiaosu explained. Then he said in a serious tone, "Thank you, Sister Xiaoyu."
"You're welcome." Sister Xiaoyu said with a smile, "What do you guys usually like to eat for dinner?"
Yan Liuyuan said, "We usually don't eat dinner."
"How can we do that? You're both still growing," Sister Xiaoyu said.
For some reason, Ren Xiaosu suddenly felt that Sister Xiaoyu was supposed to be their elder sister. In the past, no one had ever told them that they were still growing.
"Sister Xiaoyu." Ren Xiaosu asked, "You're really good at sewing clothes. When we open our knife wound clinic, why don't you come and help us?"
"Knife wound clinic?" Sister Xiaoyu was stunned. "Why do you suddenly want to open a knife wound clinic?"
"Because I have a secret herbal formula to treat knife wounds. It can reduce inflammation and allow wounds to heal quickly." Ren Xiaosu then showed the scar between his thumb and index finger. When Sister Xiaoyu looked at it, she realized that Ren Xiaosu's wound had really formed a scab and healed.
Sister Xiaoyu thought for a moment and said, "But there are much fewer fights in town these days. In the past, more than a dozen people would get injured every day. But now, there's only one person who gets injured every few days."
Indeed, other than the person Ren Xiaosu killed and the man at the clinic's entrance yesterday, there really didn't seem to be any fights anymore.
Those who were sneaked into their homes in the middle of the night did not count because there would usually be no survivors in that situation.
Ren Xiaosu pondered it. "Why don't I go and kill them?"
Yan Liuyuan was shocked. "Bro, aren't you being too ruthless? What's this? Are you trying to sell your own products?"
Ren Xiaosu quickly shook his head. "No, no, I can't do something like that. I can't be blinded by profits."
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