Cold water.

The clinic was almost full of elderly people and children.

The usually deserted clinic suddenly became very lively. Most of the elderly people knew each other and sat together to chat. Some people had poor hearing and had to repeat themselves several times. The children cried and made a fuss, shouting that they did not want the injection.

When the weather gets completely cold, many elderly people in poor health are prone to getting sick due to large temperature changes, and the same is true for children with weak immunity.

After two months of preparation, Li Yi's medical skills gradually spread in the village and he was known as a miracle doctor. After all, a single injection cured the disease, so what else could such miraculous medical skills be but a miracle doctor? Many people came to the clinic for treatment, no matter whether they had major or minor illnesses, and Li Yi's business was getting better and better.

However, Li Yi opened the clinic not to make money, but just to kill time and save lives. In order to prevent people from bothering him with minor illnesses, he charged a medical fee of hundreds of yuan each time and supported the use of goods to offset the cost.

In this way, lonely elderly people can afford medical treatment by buying vegetables or eggs they grow themselves.

If he works 8 hours a day, he can earn more than 4,000 yuan a month. This is a very high salary in the countryside, and it is a zero-cost business. Unfortunately, Li Yi's working hours are generally no more than 6 hours a day, and many times he only works for two hours in the afternoon and leaves.

"Don't get the injection, don't get the injection."

A seven or eight-year-old child struggled frantically, and even his grandfather who brought him to see a doctor couldn't hold him down.

Li Yi naturally would not indulge him. He pushed him down on the chair. The child cried even louder, with snot and tears coming out.

"Big devil, big devil, grandpa save me, grandpa save me."

The big devil is what the children in the village call him. Because Li Yi's treatment methods are a kind of physical and mental torture for children, every child who comes here will leave an unforgettable memory for life, so he got the name of the big devil.

Li Yi naturally wouldn't bother with these kids about this name. At most, he would just let their buttocks hurt for about ten minutes after each injection.

"Don't move. If you move, the needle will break and stay in your ass. Next time you push hard when you poop, the needle will pierce you."

As soon as Li Yi said this, the child stopped struggling and said with tears in his eyes, "Okay, I won't move, Great Demon Lord Li, you better watch carefully."

The silver needles were inserted directly into the body without any pain.

One minute later, the silver needle was pulled out, and the child suddenly felt a burning pain in his buttocks and burst into tears.

"Woo woo woo woo, big devil, you are lying. Grandpa, I have a needle in my butt and I can't poop."

Li Yi explained calmly, "It's better to have a short pain than a long one. After this injection, you will be able to jump around again. Be careful when you poop next time."

After saying that, he turned to his parents and said:

"It's just a minor cold. Let him drink more hot water when we get home."

"Thank you, doctor."

The parents left the medical expenses and left with the child.

The next old people were easy to deal with. There was no need to deal with them one by one. They could just give each one an injection at a time to regulate their bodies. The imbalance of yin and yang in the body was a symptom caused by old age, and it could not be solved without some extraordinary means.

All Li Yi can do is to make them suffer less pain and live more comfortably.

An hour later, the clinic was deserted again, except for a few baskets of eggs or fruits and vegetables on the floor.

Li Yi picked up one of the persimmon cakes and slightly tore open the delicate orange flesh, which was crystal clear under the sunlight. When he put it in his mouth, he tasted the sweetness of the persimmon and the unique softness of the persimmon cake, as if he was eating something.

There are also a few goose eggs, so tomorrow's breakfast is settled. This cured pork is good for stir-frying vegetables, or it can be chopped and cooked into porridge.

At this time, Zhao Si, wearing a black coat and holding a bag, walked in. Looking at the things on the floor, he asked, "Brother Yi, are you starting a sideline business by setting up a stall? Is the gold that sister-in-law gave you before not enough?"

The ground is full of agricultural and sideline products, and if you don’t know, you might think it’s a market.

"These are the medical expenses left by the patients." Li Yi replied, "Why are you here again?"

He asked Xie Yunan to save the box of gold that Wei Xi had sent over before, and their family was not short of money now. Now his parents were working for his uncle's family, and their monthly income was at least 10,000 yuan. He didn't need money in the countryside at ordinary times, and he was self-sufficient in food and drink, spending less than one yuan a day.

The biggest expenses each month may be phone bills and electricity bills.

"I'm still delivering a package to you as before. I didn't see you when I went to your house just now. I was able to find you here thanks to the dog."

Behind Zhao Si, a big yellow dog showed its head slightly. Its fur was shiny and its eyes were bright. Anyone who saw it would praise it as a good dog.

"This is from my sister-in-law. It's a piece of clothing and an envelope."

Zhao Si took out a light yellow sweater and a letter with "From my husband" written on it from the bag.

Li Yi took the sweater and the envelope. The sweater was hand-knitted without too many patterns on it and felt very warm.

Looking at the sweater in his hand, Li Yi fell into silence for a rare moment. The distant memories in his mind began to emerge. In the past, every winter, Wei Xi would sew a new piece of clothing for herself. At that time, it was ancient times, and it would take at least a month to make a piece of clothing, and at most several months.

The first piece of clothing he had was when he was 10 years old. At that time, Wei Xi, with a red face, handed him a fur hat. Due to its crude workmanship, it soon fell apart.

I opened the envelope and there was only a short line of words inside.

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