Real Players of the Department of Life

Chapter 5 Black Doctor Congcan (please collect it~)

When the sunlight came 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 was leaning against the wall at some point, and then turned his head to look at the watch that was repaired last night and started charging.

The new screen has a lot of small scratch marks, but it's better than the chipped one.

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 while taking off his watch.

"Should..." Zhang Cishun reached out to take the watch, and while wearing it, his own message flashed in his mind.

"Status: satiety: 13%; minor injury → infection (bruised hand; infection; continued deterioration; low fever;); cold; fatigue; numbness; hunger;"

In addition, he also noticed that in the display of his characteristics column, the original 'frightened' state had disappeared, replaced by a 'mildly weak' state.

"...It shouldn't be very good."

As Zhang Cishun said, he reached out and touched his head. As expected, his body temperature was abnormal.

But what caught his attention even 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 serious:
"You're infected, although it's expected... let's go, let's go to the hospital."

Any injury that develops to the stage of infection cannot be handled by individuals. Without the special injections from the hospital, it will soon develop to the next stage, accompanied by high fever, festering and necrosis of flesh tissue...

Zhang Cishun looked at the time. It was not yet six o'clock. Even if the time spent on the journey from home to the clinic was counted, it might not be possible to determine the opening time of the clinic.

Jing Shuo found two large cloaks, handed one to Zhang Cishun, and put one on himself.

The cloak is dusty, with obvious cutting marks. After putting it on and fastening the button in front of the neck, the hanging fabric can cover the whole body tightly.

And there are hats.

When the two put their hats on, their faces were completely hidden under the shadow of the hoods.

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, they were wet and accompanied by his walking, making pia chee pia chee sounds.

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.

Skull
curse
Declaration of suicide or even declaration of homicide
But in fact, no one cares what those 'creators' are painting. The number of graffiti that grows every day on the walls of downtown buildings 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, a figure gradually appeared in his 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 mending is the truest portrayal of the people living here.

The torrential rain last night failed to wash away those houses, but a thick layer of mud was still scraped off from them. The mud was washed into the streets and alleys, making the bad road conditions even more difficult.

at last
After a difficult trek, Zhang Cishun and the two walked into a room 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 curing diseases and saving lives, he also sells daily necessities.

The doctor's name is Cong Can

When the two came in, he was giving an injection to a patient.Besides the one who was getting the injection, there were seven other guests who were waiting.

Obviously, the torrential rain last night made many people feel sick.

Zhang Cishun had no intention of jumping in line, anyway, this black doctor was not slow to give injections.

It is also worth mentioning that he learned the elementary medical treatment from Can.

"disease……"

"Are there any injuries..."

After asking the two questions, Cong Can, who got the answer, poured the liquid medicine prepared earlier into the hexagonal injection gun, and then put the gun head on the patient's arm. It was injected into the patient's body in an instant.

And for such a simple shot, the asking price is...three hundred.

The symptoms of the few patients ahead of Zhang Cishun were mostly the same, with occasional differences, and Cong Can seemed to have been prepared for it.

Soon, Zhang Ci came to Cong Can.

"disease."

"Low fever, infection." Zhang Cishun replied, and then showed Cong Can the wound on his hand.

"..." After Cong Can looked up, he began to prepare for the preparation of potions.

"Don't forget to change the tip of the gun..." 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 head for a day without changing it.He didn't care if something went wrong.

Cong Can didn't raise his head, after all, it wasn't the first time he had dealt with Zhang Cishun.

"Add money."

After uttering two words, he changed the tip of the injection gun in his hand as Zhang Cishun said.

Then start to equip the liquid medicine.

"Gp1+3 antisense, double dose ibuprofen."

Cong Canbao took out the potion mixed in his hand, and then with Zhang Cishun's confirmation, he put it into the hexagonal injection gun. The muzzle of the gun was directed at Zhang Cishun's right hand, which stretched out his cloak, and shot the inside of his wrist!
Snapped--

After a brief moment of pain, the injection was completed.

Zhang Cishun took back his hand and glanced at the plum blossom-shaped injection marks.

"Need a bandage?"

"want."

"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 say:

"Don't go to the garbage dump for the next two days, wait for the wound to heal before going. Gp1+3 antisensitivity is not as effective as Gp4."

The so-called Gp1+3 antisensins are actually a mixture of Gp1 and Gp3. They are the first and third generation products of Gp series antisensins. .

But the amount of Gp4 flowing to the black doctors in the lower city is too small.

Jing Shuo silently calculated Cong Can's bill, and then paid.

"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 as a part-time black intermediary?"

Congcan waved his hand: "You can't find gold now anyway, why don't you think about it? Don't worry, it's not a troublesome and dangerous job, it's just a participation in a parade. The salary is [-], not including three meals a day, at the end of the day."

"Why don't you find someone else?"

Cong Can smiled: "How do you know I didn't look for it?"

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(End of this chapter)