I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 10 Chris's Past (Part )

As the thick wooden door of the master bedroom closed, Lin Ruoyu and Chris got straight to the point.

"Do you know Connie?"

"What Connie?"

"Neiama District 21 thief, Isaac's daughter."

Chris suddenly realized.

“Oh, that’s it.

I know Isaac, but I know his daughter is called Connie, but I have never met her.

Then, what happened to you?"

Lin Ruoyu told Chris everything that happened in the nameless tavern from beginning to end. The latter fell into deep thought. After a while, he raised his head and looked at Lin Ruoyu.

"I don't know that Connie, but I do know his father, the thief Isaac. He's a kind-hearted man, but also a particularly ruthless and cruel man. He's the most wanted criminal and smuggler in Neama City."

"Ah, tell me more."

Lin Ruoyu became interested and wanted to listen to the story behind it. However, Chris didn't think of satisfying his curiosity and waved his hand.

"I know Isaac. Since it's his daughter Connie who said she wants to cooperate with you, it must be true. She's not trying to trick you... Of course, the premise is that her identity is real."

"I see...Who is Isaac?"

Lin Ruoyu continued to ask questions relentlessly.

Players are very curious, but Chris really doesn't want to satisfy their curiosity.

"This is not something you should know now."

Chris's attitude was very firm. He bit his lip and refused to say anything. Lin Ruoyu could only regretfully change the subject.

"How should I cooperate with Connie?"

"It's up to you. Do whatever you want. Whether you want to sell alcohol or buy weapons, you can come to me. Anyway..."

Chris couldn't deny it, his attitude was very casual.

"Everything is false, everything is permitted."

After Chris made a joke, he pointed to the door and signaled Lin Ruoyu to leave. He was going out soon because he had something to do and didn't have time to continue arguing with the latter.

Lin Ruoyu could only leave with regret, but before leaving, he remembered Chris's words and decided to ask other players what this sentence meant.

After Lin Ruoyu left, Chris began to pack up in the room.

After simply changing his clothes, he picked up a single-strap wooden box wrapped in cowhide inside and out, pushed open the door and walked out.

During this process, Chris's behavior was also noticed by the players lying in the living room, and the former waved at them.

"I've put ten sets of quilts in the basement. When you go to sleep (offline), remember to bring them up. It's very cold at night, and catching a cold is no small matter."

After saying that, Chris walked out of the house.

Lin Ruoyu exchanged a glance with the other players, then stood up and was about to follow, with the latter following closely behind him.

In a flash, except for the two dead and two offline players, the other six people followed together.

Everyone has curiosity. In the game, no player will deliberately suppress his or her curiosity. If you are timid when playing the game, then where is the fun in playing the game?

Chris didn't walk very fast. After the six players left the apartment, they easily saw Chris's slightly tilted back, carrying a suitcase.

The player quickly followed.

Chris didn't walk fast, and his destination was not far away. It was on the next street, in a single-story wooden house next to a cobblestone driveway.

The six players watched Chris go in from outside, and then a tiny light started inside, which was seen by the players through the thin glass window.

"This cabin has a bit of a dark wizard vibe to it."

"Wow, wow, so excited! I'm about to unearth the NPC's secrets, hehe..."

Coincidentally, just after Chris entered, the players saw a man in a black cloak with an unclear face on the street where there were obviously not many people. He bent over and pressed against the wall to get into the small wooden house.

There is a secret!
This thought immediately popped up in the minds of the six players. After looking at each other, they quickly and lightly rushed to the cabin, and then each of them used their own special abilities, either leaning sideways through the glass window or lying on the door crack to eavesdrop and peek at what was going on inside.

"What's wrong?"

"My forehead is burning, my whole body aches, and I'm cold."

"Does your head hurt?"

"My head hurts, and I feel like vomiting... Doctor, what's wrong with me?"

"Well...I have a fever, and the temperature is not low."

Chris, wearing a white mask and sitting behind a single wooden table, withdrew his hand from the patient's wrist and made the above judgment.

Chris knows medicine, which is the wealth left to him by his predecessor.

Chris studied at a seminary for several years, and his greatest interest was medicine. Is it strange that a seminary would teach people about medicine?

This is not surprising, it is even reasonable.

Because the students trained in the Neyama Light Seminary are divided into two departments, one is the theocracy department, and the students who study this department will become wealthy and powerful church leaders in the future.

No matter how low their emotional intelligence is, as long as they can graduate successfully, such students can at least become the lead pastor of a city church and become a middle-level leader in the church.

The second type is the missionary department. Students who study this department are supposed to spread the light of the God of Light to places where there is no light... In other words, the basic job of a missionary is to preach in remote mountainous areas.

The greatest future for a missionary is to successfully preach in rural areas or border areas, receive donations from local believers to build a church, and then become the head pastor of the church.

Well, the end of the latter is the beginning of the former.

Since missionaries want to preach, what should they learn?
The answer is that in addition to what is in the Bible, everything that is helpful for missionary work must be learned.

Herbal medicine, blacksmithing, farming, sewing, winemaking and all other folk life auxiliary skills.

Because missionaries who have these skills will not be beaten to death by the local ignorant women and people when they preach, even if they are not accepted by them.

Chris's previous choice was herbal medicine and blacksmithing, which he liked and achieved excellent results.

While in school, Chris often went to the slums to provide free medical treatment. When he had no tuition, he opened a black clinic and continued to charge little or even no fees to the poor.

Then he starved to death in the rented house.

This stubborn guy deserved this fate, but he also didn't deserve it.

After Chris came back to life, he inherited the black clinic left by his predecessor and still maintained the original style.

Free clinics don't make money and will be reported and attacked by other hospitals, so Chris can only open the clinic at night, but he is still happy to do so... just to fulfill his predecessor's last wish.

"Here, three portions of the herbal medicine, drink one portion a day. Go home and boil it. Boil three bowls of water until one bowl is left. Then drink it while it's hot and go to sleep."

"Doctor, when will I be cured? I have to go to the docks to carry heavy bags tomorrow."

Hearing this, Chris paused for a moment while bandaging the herbs, then opened the cowhide box on the side of the table, took out a few white medicines from it, pounded them into powder with a pure copper mortar, and poured it into a cup of hot water.

"Drink it, go back and go to sleep. Don't drink the herbal medicine tonight. When you come back tomorrow from carrying the heavy bag, ask your wife to make some for you."

This is a pill from the 21st century, very effective for high fever. Chris's method of crushing it and having people drink it is not advisable.

The reason why medicines are made into tablets is so that they can slowly release their effects after being swallowed, rather than allowing the body to absorb all of the effects at once... If the effects of the medicine take effect too quickly, there will be unnecessary side effects.

However, based on his own experience, Chris knew that if he did not crush the tablets and let the patient drink them on the spot, but gave them to him as tablets, there would be three possibilities when the patient took the tablets home.

1. Follow the doctor's instructions and take it after returning home.

Second, they are reluctant to take the pills and save them for their family members to take when they get sick.

3. Take the medicine and sell it for money.

So Chris had to crush the tablets, pour them into hot water and have the patient drink them.

If you directly give him a pill and ask him to swallow it, he may spit out the pill hidden under his tongue and take it home after he goes out.

This strange phenomenon is not the fault of the poor patients. It is just that their hard and poor life forces them to become cunning and learn survival skills that save money but not their lives.

"Okay, okay...how much?"

"Five copper coins will do."

"Thank you, doctor. Thank you..."

The hunched man in a tattered black cloak drank the hot water in the wooden cup, spread out five copper coins of different qualities on the table, and walked out with staggering steps, carrying three packages of herbs wrapped in oil paper.

When the man in the cloak pushed open the door, Chris also noticed the dark shadow outside the door, by the window, and the bright font.

Chris sighed helplessly.

"Come in, it's cold outside."

Lin Ruoyu and Xiao Gui rubbed their hands and walked in embarrassedly. The other four players followed closely behind. Soon, the six of them filled the small wooden house, and the cold clinic suddenly became warm.

"Mr. Chris, what are you doing here?"

The kid stood next to Chris, looking around the simple, dimly lit clinic and asking curiously.

"I'm a doctor here, treating patients."

"Then why work at night instead of during the day?"

"Because I don't have a hospital business license, I'll be caught by the police if I open the door during the day, so I can only open it at night."

"Can you make money by charging five copper coins for seeing a doctor?"

"Not really. In Yanema, a piece of black bread costs two copper coins, and 40 copper coins can be exchanged for one silver coin. So, do the math..."

Okay, stop messing around here, I still have things to do, you guys go away."

(End of this chapter)