After enough of the madness, Zhao Xiaofei calmed down. He sat down, put on his Hanfu, and took out all the silver hidden in the wall. He picked up his bag and ran straight to the pawnshop. As soon as he entered, he called out, "Is Shopkeeper Yang here?"
Shopkeeper Yang came out from behind the counter, greeted him with a smile, and said, "Oh! It's Mr. Zhao! What can I do for you?"
"Shopkeeper Yang! Do you have any decent antiques here? Like Song Dynasty jade, calligraphy, porcelain, etc.?"
"Mr. Zhao is obviously a dilettante. We do have these things, but our shop is small, so we don't have many good ones. If you want your handwritten calligraphy or your porcelain, it's best to go to the capital. But I just recently received a piece of calligraphy, it's an authentic work of Wang Anshi from the Northern Song Dynasty! What do you think? Would you like to see it?"
"Okay! Show it to me!"
"Okay! Sir, please take a seat. I'll have the servants make you some tea!" Shopkeeper Yang said as he went to the counter to pick up the goods. At this moment, Xiao Si ran in and shouted, "Shopkeeper Yang! I want to pawn something! I need it urgently!"
Xiao Si was anxious, sweating profusely, and gasping for breath.
"Here I come! Fourth Brother Xiao! What do you want to do? Why are you in such a hurry?" Shopkeeper Yang took out a scroll and came out from the counter.
"My son is sick. I need to buy medicine to save his life!" Xiao Si said anxiously.
At this time, Zhao Xiaofei stood up and asked Xiao Si, "Brother Xiao Si! What happened to your son?"
As soon as Xiao Si saw Zhao Xiaofei, he immediately knelt down and said, "Master Zhao, help me! My little son is dying! Do you have any medicine? I kowtow to you!" Then he began to kowtow. With each kowtow, he could feel the floor shaking, and after a few kowtows, blood came out.
Zhao Xiaofei quickly helped Xiao Si up and asked, "What's going on? Tell me! I'll definitely help you if I can!"
Xiao Si stood up and cried, "Master Zhao! Last night, my eldest son had a high fever and bumps on his body. I knew it was pimple plague, so I gave him the medicine you gave me. My eldest son was better this morning, but my youngest son had a fever again. But there was only one bottle of medicine, and I went to your house before, but you were not there! I planned to pawn the glass bottle to buy Shengma Biejia Decoction! As long as Master Zhao is willing to help me, I, Xiao Si, would be willing to work like a slave! I beg you! Please!" After saying that, he was about to kneel down again.
"Get up! Brother Xiao Si! Come home with me! I'll get medicine to treat your youngest son!" Zhao Xiaofei helped Xiao Si up and took him out of the pawnshop. Shopkeeper Yang also followed.
Zhao Xiaofei arrived home, picked up the suitcase, and went with Xiao Si to his house, while Yang followed. When they arrived at Xiao's house, they saw Xiao Si's eldest son lying on the bed, his face calm and his breathing steady. The medicine must have taken effect! Meanwhile, Xiao Si's wife was crying, hugging her youngest son.
Zhao Xiaofei said, "Fourth Brother Xiao! Pull your sister-in-law away! I need to give your son an injection!"
Xiao Si immediately pulled his wife up without a word. Zhao Xiaofei asked the shopkeeper Yang, who had come with him, to take off Xiao Si's youngest son's shirt. After Yang took off Xiao Si's son's shirt, he found that his son had many small bumps on his body. They were so patchy that it made his scalp tingle.
Zhao Xiaofei took out the box, took out two bottles of streptomycin injection, sucked them into the syringe, and immediately injected them into the vein of Xiao Si's youngest son. After the injection, he said to Xiao Si: "You and your sister-in-law both need a shot! Otherwise, you two will get the plague too!"
"What? What about me? Mr. Zhao! You have to save me too!" Shopkeeper Yang shouted immediately after hearing this.
"It's okay! I'll give you one after I finish giving the injections to them!" Zhao Xiaofei said as he gave the injections to Xiao Si and his wife. Then he went on to give the injection to Shopkeeper Yang.
When everyone had finished taking the medicine, Zhao Xiaofei finally breathed a sigh of relief. He said to Xiao Si, "Did your two sons come into contact with a dead person or a rat?"
"Last night, I asked my youngest son, and he said that he and his older brother went to the riverbank to play, and saw a dead person's shoes that looked nice, so he wanted to pull them off and wear them himself! Who knew that these two guys would get their comeuppance so soon!" Xiao Si said dejectedly.
"It's okay! It's okay! As long as you have the injection, everything will be fine! Fortunately, it was discovered early. If it was too late, my medicine would be useless!" said Zhao Xiaofei.
"Really? This medicine is so effective?" said Shopkeeper Yang.
"Of course! Last night, my eldest son had a high fever. He took Mr. Zhao's medicine and got better in the morning!" Xiao Si rushed to answer, as if anyone questioning the efficacy of Mr. Zhao's medicine was questioning him himself.
"Mr. Zhao! I am willing to buy the medicine for five hundred taels per bottle! Please grant me your favor, Mr. Zhao!" After saying that, Shopkeeper Yang knelt down in front of Zhao Xiaofei.
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