Cannon Fodder Is King

Arc 5.4

"A total of fifty-six yuan and five jiao." Doctor He said, "show me the letter of introduction."

Meng Zezhi took out the money and a letter of introduction to him.

The letter of introduction was opened by Lin Erde's old husband, who is the captain of the production team in the village.

Dr. He is also very interested in prescriptions that can treat uremia. He originally wanted to have a few more words with Meng Zezhi. But Meng Zezhi didn't give him this opportunity at all. He said'thank you doctor', took the medicine and turned around and left Rongshengtang.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man didn't care about taking the medicine he had taken, so he hurried to catch up.

"Brother, brother, please stay..."

Meng Zezhi stopped when he heard the sound and looked back.

"Brother—" The middle-aged man was panting.

Meng Zezhi pretended to be puzzled: "Are you?"

The middle-aged man grabbed Meng Zezhi's hand, his face couldn't hide his excitement: "Just now, I heard you in the drugstore just now, is the medicine you grabbed to treat uremia?"

"Yeah." Meng Zezhi nodded hesitantly.

"Well, is this medicine useful?" the middle-aged man asked cautiously.

"It should be useful."

A bright light burst into the middle-aged man’s eyes, and he said incoherently: "Brother, my father also has uremia, in the late stage, the doctor said that he will survive in a few days... My father is not easy, my mother is early After running away with people for a few years, he pulled up a few of our brothers in a single **** and pissed, but after a few years of blessing, he got such a terminal illness, brother, look, can you give it to me? The doctor who prescribed you introduced it to me."

In these years, there is no such thing as a kidney transplant. Basically, if you get uremia, you can only wait for death.

"This—" Meng Zezhi hesitated.

"I'm not asking you for help, I'll give you an introduction fee." As he said, the middle-aged man hurriedly took out a handful of money from his pocket and stuffed it into Meng Zezhi's hand. After a cursory glance, there must be dozens of pieces.

He is a filial son.

Meng Zezhi glanced at him more, frowning, as if hesitating.

Seeing that Meng Zezhi didn’t even look at the money in his hand, the middle-aged man knew that this was not what people valued. He was even more anxious: “Brother, just take it as I beg you, and I’ll kneel for you. Down..."

The heat is almost there.

Meng Zezhi hurriedly stopped him, sighed and said, "It seems that the situation in our family is almost the same... I tell you the truth, my ancestors are all doctors, and the prescription is my own figured out based on the medical books handed down by my ancestors. Yes, I haven't used it on humans... You also know that uremia is terminally ill. I guess the possibility that this prescription can cure uremia is not high, and there is only 40% hope at most."

The reason for saying this is to win the trust of the middle-aged man, and he doesn't need to believe it all. It only takes him to believe for three days.

"Forty percent?" The middle-aged man widened his eyes, and even forty percent, he knew that his father had already been sentenced to death by the doctor who had been invited by country M.

He trembled, and knelt down to Meng Zezhi sincerely: "Brother, please save my father. The best thing that can be saved is not saved... That is life, and we will not blame you, please. Up..."