This injured man had a family to support, so Yu Mingxiang only charged him five cents.
Calculate the cost of the medicine, and you'll lose 50 cents after paying off the debt.
However, she didn't take it to heart.
Having lived two lives, past and present, no one understands better than her the truth that money is something you can't take with you when you die.
Moreover, in her previous life, she was able to carve out her own niche by relying on the legacy of her ancestors. There's no reason why she could be worse off in this life, with the spatial spring in her hands!
so.
Money can be earned back.
Just as Yu Mingxiang was thinking about how to make money, the person who delivered the money came to her door.
It was Li Jincheng who came.
Seeing him again after three days, Yu Mingxiang was also surprised, "The town hospital used up the five hundred plasters I gave you so quickly?"
Upon hearing this, Li Jincheng nodded and shook his head, saying, "We've used it all up, but it's not just for our town hospital."
Then, Li Jincheng explained the reason.
It turns out they were from the hospital in the neighboring town of Watou. They came yesterday to deliver a batch of medical supplies to their hospital. They heard that their hospital had a plaster that was particularly effective in treating cold-related illnesses, so the people who came refused to leave.
"Dr. Yu, let me tell you, we really don't want to give it to them, but you don't know, in our Northeast region, diseases like rheumatism are really too common, so..."
Li Jincheng said with a bitter face, "In the end, even our hospital director was alarmed. The comrades at Watou Town Hospital are really good at nagging. They managed to get two hundred plasters from us. Then, the director sent me here again."
Upon hearing this, Yu Mingxiang was speechless.
The people suffer, and doctors are compassionate.
What else could she say?
Even if selling plasters doesn't make her a profit, she'll still take the order as long as she can!
Yu Mingxiang rubbed her temples and asked, "How many patches do you need this time?"
Li Jincheng held up one finger.
Upon seeing this, Yu Mingxiang exclaimed: "!!!"
She glared with her phoenix eyes.
One thousand stickers?
She was boiling medicine and stirring the pot so hard her arms almost broke!
Seeing this, Li Jincheng quickly changed one finger to a whole hand and said with a fawning expression, "Five hundred patches! We'll just need five hundred patches this time!"
Upon hearing this, Yu Mingxiang gave him an annoyed look, took the deposit, and saw him out.
Li Jincheng got on his bicycle and waved back at her, "Dr. Yu, I'll come again in a few days!"
Yu Mingxiang: "No! Please don't come!"
"How can I pick up the goods if I don't come? Haha!"
Li Jincheng smiled and rode away on his bicycle.
After watching him walk away, Yu Mingxiang turned to go back to the clinic, but...
Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted an oxcart approaching on the road.
Seeing Grandpa Liu driving, and remembering that his wife had come to pick up the plaster yesterday, Yu Mingxiang subconsciously stopped and greeted him from a distance, "Grandpa Liu, you've brought the new educated youth here, huh? Are your legs cold? Do they hurt? If they do, come find me, I'll give you acupuncture and massage, and then you can go home and put on the plaster."
As soon as she said that...
The person on the oxcart, wrapped in a cushion and shivering from the cold, was immediately taken aback.
That sound...
Why does that sound so familiar?
Old Liu, unaware of the strangeness behind him, laughed and said to Yu Mingxiang, "My legs are fine, I'm holding onto the mat. It's just that my wrist, which is holding the reins, hurts a bit. I'll come back to find Dr. Yu after I get him to the brigade headquarters!"
The words "Dr. Yu" were uttered.
Qin Yuzhu, sitting on the oxcart: "!!!"
He ripped off what was wrapped around his body.
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