Chapter 792: Crazy black medicine

Ren Xiaosu initially thought they would follow the Trinity Institute convoy and head straight to the Kong Consortium.

But to his surprise, this group of people actually stopped at the town outside the stronghold.

When Wang Jing got out of the vehicle with Liang Ce’s help, the townspeople greeted him one after another. Ren Xiaosu and Yang Xiaojin looked at each other. All of the refugees here actually addressed Wang Jing as “Elder Wang” when they saw him.

Following, the group unloaded the folding tables and chairs from the vehicles at the back. Then all of them put on their white coats and equipped themselves with stethoscopes.

Ren Xiaosu was dumbfounded by the sight. He went up to Meng Nan and asked, “Ms. Meng Nan, may I ask what’s happening here?”

However, Meng Nan was stunned by his question. “You’re also a member of the medical system. Don’t you know it’s the usual practice for us to head outside to give treatment to the refugees?”

“Oh, I know that. But I’ve never participated in one before, so I was a little lost,” Ren Xiaosu said.

A middle-aged man in the group came over to shake Ren Xiaosu’s hand and said politely, “Hi, my name is Sima Gang. I’m in charge of today’s outdoor consultation. If you encounter any difficulties, you can let me know.”

With that, Sima Gang led Ren Xiaosu over to an empty table. “This is where you’ll be sitting. Just shout for me anytime if you need help.”

Only then did Ren Xiaosu realize it was not only these people who needed to attend to the refugees, even he was required to do so. Meanwhile, the medical interns, Meng Nan and Liang Ce, would be assigned to carry out the basic chores.

Wang Jing stood in front of them and said, “I know this is the first time some of you are participating in such activities. The refugees are not dressed as cleanly as you all, nor do they have enough water to take a shower every day. So, if any of you feel any mental discomfort, please control yourselves. As doctors, it’s our duty to treat and save people.”

Liang Ce looked like he was boiling with excitement. “Yes, sir!”

The refugees in town had already formed a long line. Wang Jing took the lead and sat down behind a table while Liang Ce ushered the refugees to the doctors’ tables one by one.

Many of the refugees had old injuries from when they were working in the factories. It was just like Ren Xiaosu when he was living back in Stronghold 113’s town. The refugees did not have any money to see a doctor, so they could only delay treatment. Sometimes, even a fingernail-sized wound could end up festering and become infected, leading to the refugees losing their lives.

During the consultation, Wang Jing looked around at the others. When he saw the doctors he brought along for this exchange did not despise the patients, he finally felt relieved.

But what surprised him a little was that the young man who drove that luxury off-road vehicle did not seem to despise the filth and smell of the refugees at all.

At this moment, Yang Xiaojin was sleeping in the vehicle with her pistol within reach. It seemed that every time she came out into the wilderness, she would immediately enter a completely tense state of alert.

Meanwhile, Ren Xiaosu could only stare blankly at the refugees in front of him. The other doctors were busily attending to the patients at their tables one after another, but the patients on his side were totally stuck!

Ren Xiaosu was completely speechless inside. How could he possibly know anything about attending to patients?! Treating their external injuries would not have been a problem. But as this was only a voluntary consultation at the moment, surely he couldn’t resort to using the black medicine just to put on an act, right? That would be too great of a price to pay!

“Doctor, my heart has been beating very fast recently. What’s wrong with me?” a refugee asked.

Ren Xiaosu hesitated for a while before saying, “Could it be a guilty conscience?”

The refugee sitting across him turned anxious. “Are you here to attend to patients or accuse people?”

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“Haha, I was just kidding. Calm down!” Ren Xiaosu said, “Actually, you’re not sick at all. You’re probably just too tired from work and got a little flustered, but you’ll be fine after resting.”

The refugee asked, “Should I avoid any types of food then?”

Ren Xiaosu was taken aback. “No, no, eat whatever you like while you can. There’s no need for a special diet.”

The refugee was confused.

Eat whatever you like while you can? The refugee nearly broke down on the spot!

He ran over to Wang Jing in tears, hoping for a second opinion.

Ren Xiaosu was helpless. He really did not know how to handle a consultation. However, he could not tell Wang Jing directly that he was here on a mission to kill Kong Erdong, and that they had better cooperate with him, right?

At this moment, a refugee at the neighboring table stood up and grasped Sima Gang’s hand while saying sincerely, “Thank you, I’m so grateful! Thank you so much!”

Sima Gang adjusted his glasses and said with a smile, “No worries. You may take your prescription and collect your medicine over there.”

Sima Gang noticed Ren Xiaosu’s shocked expression out of the corner of his eye and wondered if this kid was impressed with him. At this thought, Sima Gang’s confidence as a doctor grew even greater. “Next, please.”

However, he did not know that Ren Xiaosu was not looking at him but the refugee who kept saying thanks.

Ren Xiaosu suddenly noticed all the refugees here had sincere expressions on their faces. Someone even purposely came over to deliver some eggs to Wang Jing, saying it was so fortunate Wang Jing had come to town last year and treated him. It was because of him that he survived.

Someone else thanked another doctor for treating his father three years ago.

This was where Wang Jing and the others had been performing their charitable work for many years, so the refugees here were grateful to these doctors from the bottom of their hearts!

How many… gratitude tokens would that be worth!

Ren Xiaosu suddenly said to Liang Ce, “Please assign all patients with wounds to me.”

Liang Ce was stunned. “There’s still quite a lot of patients with wounds. You can’t attend to all of them.”

“I’ll have you know that someone once sent me a banner with the words ‘magic hands restore spring.’ I don’t even remember how many patients I’ve treated over the years. Enough talking, just send the patients over to me quickly!” Ren Xiaosu said in high spirits.

At this moment, Wang Jing received a complaint about Ren Xiaosu. He immediately got up and walked toward Ren Xiaosu to see what was going on. Then he saw Ren Xiaosu treating patients one after another with the black medicine. Be it slash wounds or burns, the medicine worked wonders immediately after it was applied!

Wang Jing stopped a patient who had been treated by Ren Xiaosu earlier and asked, “What kind of medicine was applied to your wound?”

“I’m not sure. Just, after the medicine was applied, I felt a cooling sensation and the pain went away immediately.” The refugee said excitedly, “I had been injured for half a month. It was so painful that I couldn’t even sleep well at night. I’m so grateful to y’all!”

Wang Jing was stunned. He looked at Ren Xiaosu, then at the refugee again before saying to Liang Ce, “Get our friend here to rest close by. Follow up and see if there’s any adverse side effects from the application of the medicine.”

Wang Jing suspected Ren Xiaosu might have used some banned drugs on these patients. It might relieve their pain temporarily, but there could still be complications later on. As such, he thought it was better to keep them under observation for a little longer.

Wang Jing quietly stood off to the side and did not even attend to the patients anymore. He just kept his eyes on Ren Xiaosu.

He saw Ren Xiaosu treating the patients one after another with extremely high efficiency. This young man even called Meng Nan over to act as his assistant and help him stitch up the patients’ wounds.

What surprised Wang Jing the most was that no matter how dirty the patient’s hands were, the young man would still grasp their hands warmly and listen to them express their gratitude before they bade each other farewell!