The Village Girl Who Jinxes Her Husband Is Filthy Rich

Chapter 447: Conspiracy

Translator: Lonelytree

There was a long queue in front of Lin’s medicine Hall. Among these people, there were people with yellow and haggard faces, people who covered their mouths and coughed hard, people with limps, injured arms, and so on. At this moment, they were all looking anxiously at the doctor who was taking the patient’s pulse with a mask.

Today was the day of the volunteer medical consultation.

Many poor people came to line up early in the morning for fear of missing the free clinic.

There was a doctor in charge of Lin’s medicine hall every day. Only the first 50 patients could be seen each day, except for those who were seriously ill. Therefore, some people would wait at the entrance of Lin’s pharmacy the night before.

A young man with only one arm stood in front of the Lin pharmacy with an old woman on his back. Then, he said excitedly, “mother, mother, we’ve arrived at the Lin pharmacy.”

The old woman on her back was obviously happy as well. Her hoarse voice was as excited as her son’s as she said, “son, really? Are we at Lin’s medicine shop?”

The one-armed young man replied, “yes, mother. However, mother, we’re still a little late. There’s already a line at the entrance. ”

The old lady immediately consoled him, “It’s fine. Son, let’s just line up like this. You should find a place to put me down. You’ve been carrying me all the way. You’re tired. ”

The one-armed young man shook his head and said, “mother, I’m not tired.”

He looked around and saw that the chairs were all occupied. There was no other suitable place for him to put his mother down.

His mother, who was on his back, pointed to a corner and said, “son, put mother there.”

However, the one-armed young man shook his head and said, “no, mother. That place is too dark. What if something happens to you? What would I do? Mother, I’ll still carry you. I’m not tired.”

At this moment, a young man in a white coat, which looked like the working uniform of doctors and nurses in the modern world, came over and said politely to the one-armed young man, “Sir, please follow me to the hall to get a number plate. Then, you can let your mother rest on the beds in the hall, and you can line up.”

The number plates were for immobile patients. This was to prevent their condition from getting worse if they stayed outside for too long.

Of course, not all patients received such treatment. It depended on the severity of the patient’s illness.

Hearing this, the one-armed young man was shocked and surprised.

There were actually beds here, beds for the patient to rest on. It was really surprising.

They had long heard that the Lin medicine Hall was very polite and friendly to their patients, but to experience it personally, he couldn’t express his surprise and gratitude.

He immediately nodded and said, “Okay, okay, I’ll go get the number plate now.”

After the one-armed young man settled his mother, he came out and continued to line up.

The next day, when the doctor at Lin’s medicine Hall started to treat the patients. There were already more than fifty people in the queue, but these people didn’t want to give up.

When it was the one-armed young man’s turn, his mother was helped to sit before the doctor.

After the doctor took the old woman’s pulse, he said to the one-armed young man, “she’s actually not sick. It’s just that she didn’t eat well in her early years. Coupled with years of fatigue, the root of the illness is a problem with her stomach. I’ll write some prescriptions for nourishing the stomach and intestines later. Go inside and get some medicine. It’s one dose a day. Just boil three bowls of water into one bowl. ”

In modern terms, the stomach problem that the doctor was talking about was gastroenteritis.

Once this acute gastroenteritis started, people would roll around on the ground in pain. Many patients even thought that they would die from the pain.

Of course, this kind of illness could be completely cured as long as the right prescription was given.

Hearing the doctor’s diagnosis, the one-armed young man was once again surprised.

He said in disbelief, “Doctor, could you be mistaken? My mother’s stomach hurts so much that she rolls around. I’ve seen some doctors, but they said that she has an incurable disease.”

“Bullshit, who told you that this is an incurable disease? Who the hell set you up like this? Your mother has a weak stomach, and she has been taking random medicine. She doesn’t have any incurable diseases.”

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