Magic Punk

You go back.

With these cold words, a bag sewn with coarse cloth was thrown onto the water willow wood counter.

Chen Dao gritted his teeth and begged softly: Doctor, my mother is really dying, can you please do something?

If you don't have enough money, just owe it first.

Saying this, he took out a palm-long khaki wild ginseng from his wrinkled pocket, stood up and handed it to the counter, and said in a trembling voice: Add this.

The shopkeeper behind the counter reached for the wild ginseng, looked at it, and said thoughtfully: Ginseng from Maple Leaf Valley?

Chen Dao nodded repeatedly. He was dressed in coarse cloth and had messy hair. He looked to be no more than twelve or thirteen years old. Such a child would be at school age for reading and literacy in a wealthy family, but a child of a poor family would already be in charge. He was lean all over and only had a pair of dark-colored eyes. The brown eyes are particularly bright.

I can give you five thousand. The somewhat wealthy shopkeeper stretched out a palm and shook it towards Chen Dao.

Chen Dao waved his hands repeatedly: Doctor, I don't want money. I really don't want money. I just ask you to give me some medicine that can cure my mother's disease.

The shopkeeper looked at Chen Dao, his eyes a little deep: Life and death are matters of fate. Doctors just do their best. We can't cure your mother's disease. Even if we can cure it, you can't afford the initial consultation fee.

With that said, the shopkeeper fumbled under the counter for a moment, counted out a few dark green bills and handed them over: Here are six thousand, go back and buy some delicious food for your mother, save some flowers, and there should be some left after the funeral.

Chen Dao's throat rolled when he heard this, and he knelt down in front of the counter with a plop: Doctor, you are the one who saves people, doctor.

I'm not a doctor, I'm just a shopkeeper. I only work part-time to see doctors. I'm more of a medicine seller. The shopkeeper said calmly: If you really want to save your mother, I'll give you an idea. There is a stall outside my shop. , that stall owner has some skills, and he has cured several patients that I could not treat.

Hope slowly filled Chen Dao's face. He got up and thanked the shopkeeper. He grabbed the money bag and the thin stack of banknotes and ran out quickly.

The shopkeeper looked at Chen Daofeng's back, and what he was about to say was swallowed.

The clerk in the store came out to get the medicine. Seeing the shopkeeper's expression, he joked: Shopkeeper Wang, I have never seen you push a patient out like this.

Shopkeeper Wang smiled: We medicine sellers make money from the living, not from the dead. Making too much will harm our moral integrity.

The clerk nodded thoughtfully: Yes, what you said makes sense, but the guy at the door seems to be really capable.

You have the ability, but you have a weird temper. Shopkeeper Wang looked out the door thoughtfully: I originally wanted to give you a few warnings, but everyone ran away.

Saying this, the shopkeeper handed the mountain ginseng to Huoji: Take it and process it, Maple Leaf Valley's product.

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Chen Dao walked out of the door of the medicine shop and looked around. Sure enough, he saw a stall not far from the door of the medicine shop, with a table propped up and a sign reading Clothing and eating, treating illnesses and saving lives.

This Guangyuantang is the largest pharmacy in Lanyin City. Since ancient times, medicine has not been separated into different families. Chen Dao’s mother has been seeing doctors in Guangyuantang before. Because the shopkeeper is honest and does not charge more for consultation, it is gradually possible to do this. Lanyin City is the largest. But now his mother's condition is getting worse and she is now in a coma. Chen Dao's father died early, and the mother and son have been dependent on each other until today. Today is mainly because it is not easy to travel around, so Chen Dao took the last savings of the family and wanted to beg for some medicine. Unexpectedly, he was sentenced to death by the shopkeeper.

In fact, Chen Dao didn't pay attention to this small medical stall when he came for consultation. His family's life was difficult and running a business was not easy. Of course, good steel must be used on the edge of a knife. He had heard many tricks of street liars since he was a child, and some of them were even harder to guard against. Chen Dao knows that he is a bit stupid, but stupid people have their own tricks. As long as they don't touch these scammers, if it is not recommended by the shopkeeper himself, Chen Dao will not come back to him. After all, if the shopkeeper wants to lie to himself, he can just prescribe some medicine. That’s it, there’s no need to go around in circles to deceive people.

If I'm afraid of medical trouble, I obviously don't have the ability to make medical trouble.

While thinking about it, Chen Dao had already walked to the medical stall and saw that the stall owner turned out to be a young man who looked less than 20 years old. He was wearing a white gown and his short black hair was neatly styled. He looked quite elegant. His temperament is just that the originally delicate face now wears half a black leather mask, only revealing two black eyes. I don't know if it is a gimmick or something, but it makes people feel very memorable at a glance.

Next to the stall owner was a little girl who looked younger than him. She had dazzling red hair and was wearing a black blouse. The girl looked quite upright, but like the stall owner, she had a smaller face. When the mask is placed on the face, it can only cover half of the face.

There was a customer in front of the stall who seemed to be arguing with the stall owner about something. Chen Dao thought about it and calmly pretended to be passing by and listened carefully to their conversation.

Why is it so expensive? The customer looked in disbelief and almost spat the stall owner in the face. However, the stall owner acted like an old god and let the other person roar about how it was not easy to make money and how profiteers were cheating people. After speaking, he raised his eyes and said calmly: You can leave if you don't want to.

The red-haired girl next to him couldn't help but chuckle, and the customer's face twitched. Finally, he gritted his teeth and slapped a few bills on the table: Where's the medicine?

The red-haired girl chuckled and took out a transparent bottle that looked no more than the thickness of a thumb from her pocket. Several dark pills could be seen inside, and then pushed it to the table. The customer grabbed it and pulled it open. He sniffed the bottle stopper and then carefully put it into his arms. He looked around and saw Chen Dao who was listening. He snorted: Why, I haven't seen anyone buying medicine.

As he said this, he had already walked away quickly, as if he was afraid of being seen by others.

For some reason, Chen Dao suddenly felt that this medicine stall was very unreliable. Not only was it unreliable, but it might also be a black shop!

He turned around and left, planning to try his luck at another pharmacy in the city. Anyway, the root of wild ginseng was sold at a good price, which gave him some confidence. It was better than being defrauded by a scammer.

But as soon as he turned around, he heard the cold words of the young man behind him: Brother, you only have one chance to treat a disease and save lives. If you miss it, it's gone.

Treat illnesses and save lives?

How did he know that I asked for medical advice?

It was certain that he had colluded with the drugstore shopkeeper. The black money that he could not easily earn was made by such unlicensed wandering doctors. Anyway, he made a lot of money and ran away, and no one could catch him.

Although Chen Dao was in a hurry and sought medical treatment, he would not risk his mother's life on such a suspicious black shop.

Just thinking like this, Chen Dao couldn't move.

What if - what he said was true?

He turned around and pointed at himself: Don't try to lie to me.

I don't have any money.

The red-haired girl pointed to his waist: You have seven hundred and eighty-four and fifty cents in your wallet.

Six thousand dollars in my pocket.

Why don't you have any money?

The girl's voice was crisp and clear. Chen Dao looked at the other party's red eyes and felt that he must have been on a pirate ship this time.