15 Promoting your own produc (1/2)

Ren Xiaosu sulked as he left. He wanted to beat up the young doctor, but his reason was unjustified. After all, he had intended to steal the doc's occupation.

He had to become a doctor. Ren Xiaosu completely agreed with Yan Liuyuan's point of view. The physician profession could very easily obtain the gratitude of others.

But how was he going to become a doctor if he did not have any medical skills?

After he reached the school, he started wracking his brains. Then he remembered the scene when they stepped out of the pawnshop last night.

The woman was crying loudly at the door of the clinic while the man was bleeding nonstop. In the end, his heart stopped.

Ren Xiaosu unwittingly looked at the skin between his thumb and index finger. Eh, the infected wound had scabbed over today?

So that black ointment not only reduces inflammation, it can even quickly heal a wound?

Ren Xiaosu had been wounded before, so he knew a great deal about the healing process of the human body. For example, a wound caused by a sparrow's peck would take at least seven days to scab over.

Wait a minute! Ren Xiaosu got an idea on how he could become a doctor. If that person at the clinic could become a doctor through deception and bragging, why couldn't he also become a doctor? This was especially true as he had a miracle medicine on him now.

Wouldn't it be fine if he just opened a clinic that specialized in knife wounds? He could just stitch up the patient and then apply some black ointment onto it and the job would be done!

Back when the old doctor was still alive, he mentioned that he would not do suturing because he did not have the necessary sterilization equipment. If outside bacteria stayed in the body, they could kill the patient, so it would be useless even if he did stitch them up.

The old doctor understood this.

However, it was different for Ren Xiaosu. He did not have to worry about this at all!

Thinking of this, Ren Xiaosu got an idea. He even thought of how he could make some arrangements for Xiaoyu in the future.

Xiaoyu's plan for the future was to see if she could get some sewing or patching jobs to earn some money to make a living. But Ren Xiaosu felt that this would be very difficult for her. If she were to offer this service in the stronghold, there would probably be a lot of customers looking for her.

But as everyone in town was poor, they could do their own sewing and patching work at home. Who would want to waste their money on a service like this?

Ren Xiaosu thought that since she wasn't going to be able to sew clothes, she could sew wounds instead. But he did not know if Xiaoyu would faint at the sight of blood.

Ren Xiaosu even specially went to inquire with the schoolteacher, Zhang Jinglin. After all, he knew more than most people.

Zhang Jinglin looked at Ren Xiaosu in surprise. ”You want to open a clinic that specializes in treating knife wounds? Do you have sutures?”

Ren Xiaosu thought for a while and asked, ”What's a suture?”

Zhang Jinglin was dumbfounded. ”Then do you have anesthetics?”

”What's an anesthetic?”

Zhang Jinglin was at a loss for words.

In this moment, Zhang Jinglin realized that Ren Xiaosu was utterly unprepared.

Zhang Jinglin patiently said, ”Do you know why the clinic has never thought of doing such procedures when there are so many patients with knife wounds in town? It's not only a problem of bacterial infection. There's also a lack of anesthetics and sutures. I heard that these supplies are desperately needed even within the stronghold.”

Zhang Jinglin continued, ”There's also a particular way to administer the anesthetic. If too little is administered, it will be painful for the patient. But if too much of it is administered, the patient will be susceptible to complications. As for the sutures, it's even more difficult. Not only do you have to consider the tensile strength, you also have to consider if its coefficient of friction will allow it to penetrate the tissue of the human body.”

”Oh, so it's like that.” Ren Xiaosu waved his hand around. ”That's not a problem. A dying person won't care about the pain. I'll just use threads for sewing clothes to stitch them up.”

”Then what about the sterilization?” Zhang Jinglin asked in a startled manner.

”I have a secret formula for that!” Ren Xiaosu said.