1986: My Happy Life in Provence

Chapter 118 Nightmare Combination [1000 monthly tickets plus more]

Ronan's manly pride caused him to fall ill for the first time after arriving in Provence.

In fact, it cannot be entirely blamed on self-esteem.

It is the result of various reasons overlapping.

He first had a night of intense exercise, and then drank a lot of alcohol the next day before his body had recovered. There were markets for the next two days, and without Leah, Ronan's workload increased a lot. He and Vieri were exhausted during those two days.

After finishing all his work, Ronan happened to have a bad day when he noticed that his throat was sore and he felt weak all over.

It was Saturday afternoon and the pharmacy was closed on the weekend.

So Ronan began his journey of self-healing.

He stopped drinking, cooked himself porridge, boiled hot water, and forced himself to sleep for more than 15 hours in order to recover quickly.

But he underestimated the extent of the disease.

My throat would hurt even if I didn't swallow, not to mention the feeling when the steaming hot water and boiling porridge entered my esophagus. It was undoubtedly torture.

He also couldn't fall asleep easily. His neck to his temples were always congested, and every second seemed extremely long.

After finally getting through the painful Saturday, Sunday is still a day off
The nearest pharmacy to Lourmarin where you can buy medicine on your day off is in the village of Mena, but in France you cannot buy antibiotics without a doctor's prescription.

"Where are you going?" Theo, who was watering the vineyard, saw Ronan driving out and stopped him.

"Go to Apt." Ronan stopped in front of Theo.

He had to find a doctor, and only Apt had a big hospital.

"Buying things?" Theo took out a cigarette.

Ronan pointed to his throat:

"It's inflamed here, go see a doctor."

Theo didn't light a cigarette, but frowned:

"You can call an ambulance instead of going to Apt."

"Call an ambulance?" Ronan laughed dumbly. "Does Lourmalan provide an ambulance?"

There's no hospital here.
Theo temporarily put down his work and headed towards home:
"Luberon has a 24-hour medical system. Just make a phone call and the doctor and nurse will come to your door. I'll call them for you."

Ronan couldn't believe his ears.

Doctor visiting your home?

This is a service that even ordinary Parisians don’t have, only millionaires can enjoy it!

How could Luberon have it?
More than an hour later.

Ronan looked at the doctors and nurses beside the bed, feeling both sad and happy.

Living in a small village like Lourmarin, you can actually call a doctor.
So what was the day he gritted his teeth and endured yesterday?

This item should be included in the "Guide to Mifal", it is definitely a strong "plus point".

"Where does it hurt?"

The doctor was wearing a mask, so Ronan couldn't tell her age, but from her features he could tell that she was a serious person.

Ronan pointed to his throat and was about to describe his condition with difficulty, but Theo, who was watching the excitement at the door, spoke first:
"Maybe he's tired."

This was followed by a few ambiguous laughs.

Doctors and nurses came in ambulances, and there were more people watching the fun than coming to see the tiling being laid.

"Doctor, give him an injection. I swear that will be the most valuable spanking you have ever given him." Theo cheered.

The young nurse closed the bedroom door, keeping the "dirty words" out.

Ronan gave them a grateful look:
"I have a sore throat, nothing else is wrong."

The doctor opened Ronan's mouth to check his throat, and his eyebrows, the only part of his face exposed, immediately frowned:
"It's very serious. It's all red and swollen."

She took a cotton swab and rolled it roughly down Ronan's throat:
"I want to take it away for testing. There might be a virus."

"Is it serious?" Ronan asked, holding his throat.

God, that man's hand was heavy.

She's more like a butcher than a doctor!

"We don't know right now. The test results will be out tomorrow. Before that, you need injections, twice a day." The doctor put the cotton swab into a small bag and said without emotion.

The nurse prepared the injection materials and said to Ronan:
"Take off your pants."

A burst of "gloating" laughter came from outside the door.

The bedroom door can only block their eyes, but not their ears.

Ronan really wanted to rush out and shout to Theo and the others:
Gentlemen, this is a serious occasion!

I'm so sick, do you still want to make fun of me?
Aren't you afraid that serious lady will give you a few shots too? !
"Take off your pants quickly." The female doctor repeated in a cold tone, reminding Ronan that their time was precious.

Ronan obediently turned around and took off half of his pants.

Before his hips touched the cold syringe, Ronan heard a faint female voice behind him:

"A very normal ass."

Then came the emotionless female voice:

"Yeah, where's the value?"

Ronan buried his head in the pillow tiredly.

Provence is truly a magical land.

Noon the next day.

The doctor and nurse visited Ronan's home again.

This time the doctor was not wearing a mask. Ronan saw her age, probably about the same age as Leah. Her true appearance was more "stern" than Ronan had imagined.

When Ronan thought about a lady of this age and personality seriously evaluating his buttocks, his whole body tightened and his throat hurt even more. "Are the test results out?" Ronan asked.

"It's out. There is indeed a virus, but it's not a very serious one." The doctor roughly examined Ronan's throat again and then wrote a prescription.

Three minutes later, she handed Ronan a stack of prescriptions thicker than Vieri's homework:

"You can go get your medicine now."

"Is it really not serious?" Ronan asked as he flipped through the prescription.

He didn't know how to evaluate Luberon's medical system.

A phone call can call a doctor and a nurse, but the prescription is so complicated
Are these medicines for sore throat?
Rather than a terminal illness?

The doctor left with a sullen face, ignoring Ronan's words.

The young nurse next to her put on sterilized gloves:
"Take off your pants."

Ronan: "."

His butt has suffered these past few days.

Whether directly or indirectly!
Before leaving, the doctor told Ronan that he would have to get injections every day until he could buy the medicine.

So Ronan immediately set off for the pharmacy in Mena Village.

He arrived there around 1 p.m., and the pharmacy was still on lunch break. There was a man at the door holding a thick stack of prescription drugs, just like Ronan.

"What time does it open this afternoon?" Ronan asked the man.

"Two o'clock." The man looked Ronan up and down. "Are you in a hurry too?"

Ronan shook his head:

"Not in a hurry."

I was just anxious to get my ass away from the gossip of the Provencals.

"Lucky guy," the man sighed. "I have a patch of ringworm on my foot, and every second is killing me. Why doesn't this damn place have an emergency window?"

"Oh, then you are so pitiful." Ronan agreed without emotion.

The pharmacy wouldn't open for another hour, so he planned to find a place to sit and wait.

An hour of exposure to the midday sun at over 30 degrees Celsius would very likely lead him to see the stern doctor and nurse again.

Seeing Ronan was about to leave, the man kindly reminded him:

"Remember to come back early, there are a lot of people every Monday."

"Okay, thank you." Ronan nodded.

Ronan had a light lunch at the restaurant he and Zoe often went to and returned to the pharmacy door fifteen minutes early.

Seeing the scene at the door, he thought that all the patients in Luberon had come to Mena Village to get medicine.

The entrance of the pharmacy was crowded with people waiting for it to open, and each of them had a thick stack of prescriptions in their hands.

Those who can come to get medicine are all "patients with mild illnesses". In order to relieve the boredom of queuing, everyone creates an atmosphere as relaxed as an open-air party.

People with sprained ankles and lame legs share how to walk faster;
A woman with breast cysts tells strangers how much damage this disease has brought to her relationship with her husband;

The uncle with varicose veins rolled up his pants to his thighs to show how those tiny blood vessels grow into thick "roots".

Ronan stood at the end of the line, quietly waiting for the pharmacy to open. He had no interest in socializing in such an occasion.

"Someone is coming! Someone is coming!"

The lady who came out from behind the pharmacy door looked like a school teacher. As soon as she appeared, the "students" below immediately fell silent and looked expectantly at the window for picking up medicines.

Two minutes later, an older lady came out and sat next to the young girl, and the pharmacy window finally opened.

There are many people getting medicine and the prescription list is thick.

Ronan waited for 45 minutes before he could get to the window.

In addition to complaining about the long waiting time, he also felt uncontrollable nervousness in his heart.

The couple sitting behind the window reminded him of his nightmare - the doctor and the nurse.

But this worry soon disappeared.

Ronan found that both of them were easy-going and loved to laugh, especially the older one, who would occasionally joke with the people who came to get medicine, which was completely different from that other duo.

Finally it was Ronan's turn, and he handed the prescription to the girl.

The girl took out a big bag and kept stuffing various medicines into it.

With each box she threw away, she stamped the prescription, kept the copy, and gave the rest to Ronan.

The bag expanded until Ronan decided it was enough to treat a football team.

Suddenly, he saw the girl put in a box of huge pills wrapped in tinfoil, which looked like bullets.

To make sure she didn't take the wrong thing, Ronan lowered his head and said:

"My illness is a sore throat, and I can't take such a large amount of medicine."

The girl said nothing, but the older woman next to her broke out in thunderous laughter.

She laughed so hard that she nearly fell off her chair:
"It's a suppository."

"What?" Ronan lowered his head even deeper to see her expression.

The lady stood up from her chair and picked up the medicine that Ronan questioned:

"What a lovely young man."

She bent down, stretched back her hand holding the suppository, and said with a laugh:
"Put it in your ** like this. Do you understand?"

Ronan was petrified.

Why is the butt hurt again?

(End of this chapter)