There would be a few days of idleness every year. Just as Haman was about to go out to the wilderness, it started to rain again.
He threw the finished bones out of the cave and watched as the bones slowly melted.
"Well, it is acid rain again."
After all, a month ago, there had been raining that was not acid rain. This year, there was no hope again.
However, it had rained three times in the past month. It was indeed a little abnormal.
He did not know if acid rain would fall in the city.
Haman felt that there would be acid rain there. After all, even if it was in the city, the sky was the same.
So there should be acid rain too.
Wearing a straw raincoat, Haman went out. Whenever it rained, he would go to the pharmacy and treat the patients with Tok.
Moreover, Haman's medical skills had always been good.
After all, he had become a good doctor after a long illness. Haman had suffered countless injuries since he was young, and he had already gained experience in treating his wounds.
No one would steal the straw raincoat because every family had it.
This was made from the withered grass in the wilderness.
In the past, when there was no such thing, everyone could only stay at home once there was acid rain.
However, one day, people found that the withered grass was not affected by the acid rain, so they used it to make a raincoat.
"Tok, I'm coming now." Haman hung the raincoat outside to prevent the acid rain from eroding the ground in the pharmacy.
"I know. What's the name?" Doctor Tok was treating someone else. "You prescribe medicine for him!"
The man had a long wound on his leg. When he heard that doctor Tok wanted someone else to treat him, he quickly said.
"Doctor, is there any something's wrong?"
His voice was trembling.
Perhaps it was because he was bleeding too much, so the wound scared the man. However, Haman understood at a glance that there was nothing wrong with his injury.
In the town, 'Nothing's wrong' meant that he wouldn't die.
It had to be said that the refugees were quite optimistic. Other than matters of life and death, nothing was a big deal.
Even Doctor Tok, the Doctor who treated 100 but caused 50 deaths, was already the number one fantastic doctor in the town for decades.
Of course, this included those who refused Doctor Tok's treatment.
Haman glanced at him. "Take off your pants. It isn't serious. You won't die."
While cleaning the man's wound, he asked in boredom, "How did you get this injury?"
"I originally wanted to go to the mine, but I realized that I forgot something halfway and wanted to bring it back. Then I found that someone was stealing from me. I wanted to catch the thief, but he cut me with a knife."
The man looked at Haman's familiar technique and gradually relaxed. He was still in the mood to chat.
"I didn't only take it with me that day, and that kid came to steal. What a thief! By the way, doctor, I've lost so much blood. I won't die, will I?"
When the man heard that he wouldn't die, he relaxed a little. Haman took another look at his wound and wondered if he should give the man in front of him some anaesthetic.
Then he looked at the man and said, "We have anaesthetic here. After the anaesthetic is applied, you won't feel any pain on your wound at all."
"Really?" The man was stunned for a moment. "Do I need to pay for that?"
"Of course." Haman was a little angry and laughed. "How can I give you such expensive medicine without money? Your wound is at least seven centimetres long. Wouldn't you die from the pain if you get sewed such a long wound with a needle?"
Haman was telling the truth. The wound this time was too much.
If it were not sewn up, it would easily cause secondary damage.
There were many good men in the town, and Haman had treated many of them.
There were always some people who felt that they could bear it. They didn't have too much money and were reluctant to take the anaesthetic. In the end, they were in so much pain that tears and snot flowed down their faces.
At this time, doctor Tok had already taken out the anaesthetic.
There was a syringe and a small bottle of anaesthetic on the iron plate.
The medical conditions were limited. The doctor could not use a disposable syringe in the pharmacy, so he had to disinfect it every time he used it.
Logically speaking, this was not right, but Haman had no other way.
What he could do was to disinfect it properly. For example, he could roast the needle on the fire for a while longer.
"Doctor, where will you give this needle?" The man was a little scared when he saw that the needle and could not help but ask.
Haman pursed his lips and said, "Why? Of course, I will stick it in your leg, in case you run away later."
"Ah?" The man was a little scared.
But he quickly realized that Haman was joking with him.
Doctor Tok saw that Haman was already very skilled in handling it, so he rested on the recliner.
Haman roasted the needle over the fire and then stitched up the man's wound.
With a screech, the fragrance of flesh wafted out.
Haman took a look and saw that the freshly sterilized needle was still hot, and it scalded the man.
But even so, the man did not move his leg.
"You're brave. You can still hold yourself up like this!" Haman praised the man embarrassedly.
"Is that so?" The man said faintly, "I can't feel my legs now."
…
After stitching up the man's leg, Haman waited for a while to let the anaesthetic wear off. Then, he let the man go back.
After waiting for a while and chatting with the doctor, Tok, Haman was ready to go back for a time.
But at this moment, Haman saw Chuck running all the way here.
"Chuck, what are you doing here?" Haman asked curiously. He subconsciously thought there was something wrong with Holly, so he lifted his leg and was ready to go to the church.
But Chuck said, "Get ready now; the capture team is coming from the city again..."
Before he could finish his words, Chuck was panting heavily. It seemed that he had run quite a bit.
"Someone just brought me a letter from Pulis. I don't know how they did it, but the mayor sent a document to allow them to recruit anyone!"
Haman was stunned. His first reaction was not that something had happened to Holly. Still, he felt a little nervous because he realized that this capture team must have a more obscure and essential purpose.
"If not, how could they have gotten the document from the mayor?
"Is it because the person behind them had given enough benefits to the mayor, or is it the mayor behind this?
No matter how he thought about it, Haman might have to follow them.
Then he turned around and walked out of the pharmacy. He didn't even take the raincoat that was hanging outside. Chuck asked anxiously, "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to bring Holly over. Let him stay at the pharmacy for now, at least until I come back," Haman said so that he would have no worries.
However, if this group of people thought they could mistreat him in the wilderness, they would be in trouble.