I am rich in martial arts, but choose culture to win

"Look, he's still alive. In a few days, the magical immunity of the yellow race will make him recover!"

"impossible!"

Unexpectedly, the seemingly unreliable alcoholic liaison officer suddenly stepped forward and rolled Xia Zhixin's eyelids, leaned against his back to listen to the sound, and knocked on his lung hilum professionally.

"This Chinese man is doomed. This is a serious lung infection. There is currently no effective treatment at all."

When he said this, the drunk actually exuded a professional temperament and a proud expression.

"you are a doctor?"

The sailors were startled.

In the United States, doctors are synonymous with the rich, and they are the masters they can't afford to offend.

But the down-and-out drunk man in front of him didn't look like a doctor at all.

"doctor?"

The drunk smiled wryly and shook his head, "Yes, I used to be a doctor, and a military doctor at that! But the damn Yankees ruined everything!"

Then, there was a rambling curse, probably about how professional and outstanding he was.

Later, while serving in the Northern Army, he treated a slightly injured captain with a combination of pigeon droppings and bloodletting.

Who knew that this Yankee couldn't enjoy the fruits of science and the gospel of God, and he burped his fart after only one day.

And because this doctor named Porter was from South Carolina, he was suspected of being a southern rebel who was dissatisfied with the federal government.

So not only was he revoked his medical license and kicked out of the army, he was almost beaten to death.

Potter could swear that although he really wanted Lincoln to die, he wished that the federal government army would suffer a disastrous defeat.

But the use of pigeon droppings and bloodletting therapy is very scientific and in line with the Hippocrates spirit of medical treatment.

These Yankees are a blatant slander!

After pouring out the bitter water, Potter finally swore: "With such a serious lung infection, this Chinese man is doomed. Even Jesus couldn't keep him. I said that!"

Hearing such words, the sailors also knew that it was meaningless to hide this matter.

Although they were not doctors, they had seen a lot of dead people on board.

Who will die and who will live, they probably know more or less at a glance.

This Chinese is indeed hopeless.

I originally wanted to use the waste, but now I meet a professional, so I can only dispose of it directly.

Thinking of this, the captain waved his hand, and several sailors stepped forward to throw him back into the cabin.

Littering a body in the dock waters carries a hefty fine.

"Don't come here!"

"Mr. Xia is not dead, Mr. Xia is a good man, and he will live a long life!"

Mo Bai was like a red-eyed calf, desperately protecting Xia Zhixin.

Many of the Chinese workers on the side turned their heads unbearably.

But there were also a few hot-blooded men who stepped forward, wanting to help.

After all, there are so many Chinese laborers, the white sailors are also afraid of the trouble.

The first officer hurriedly shouted in Chinese: "Don't get excited, this man is dying, and the dead body will infect the plague, and you will all be finished by then!"

The first mate's words made the Chinese hesitate.

People in Citigroup have no relatives, if they really get infected with the plague, it will be really unacceptable every day, and the earth will not work.

However, at this moment, the non-existent Chinese man who was cleaning the street suddenly raised his head: "That's not necessarily the case, the newly opened Baozhitang medical center on the street has imperial physicians in it. This disease must be cured.”

……

Naturally, this Baozhitang is not the traditional Chinese medical center opened by Huang Feihong in Guangzhou.

His behind-the-scenes boss is His Majesty Zhu Fugui.

There are two main reasons for opening such a clinic in Port Angeles.

One is that Zhu Fugui had been here before, and found that there were an unusually large number of Chinese in this busy wharf, including Gastown on the other side, and the total number might be tens of thousands.

The number of Chinese in the Vancouver area of ​​Canada far exceeds the number of Chinese in the Seattle area of ​​the United States.

Therefore, opening a medical clinic here is conducive to uniting the local Chinese and building a reputation in the Chinese community for future use.

The second is to facilitate the monitoring of the piggy ship trade in Port Angeles.

So far, it seems that the two goals of this Baozhitang have been accomplished very well.

This is not unrelated to the good reputation of Baozhitang.

But in fact, this is a medical clinic selling dog meat.

As a Chinese, Zhu Fugui certainly has special feelings for traditional Chinese medicine.

But objectively speaking, it is unrealistic to quickly open up word-of-mouth with traditional medicine.

Whether it's Zhu Fugui himself, or the miscellaneous fish under his command, no one has such abilities.

In fact, according to the old people, the imperial physician of Baozhizhai is the old eunuch Li Chunfa.

The day-to-day person in charge of Baozhizhai is Li Fuming, the adopted son of old eunuch Li, who is on duty in the nursing class.

This Li Fuming is one year younger than Zhu Fugui.

Even if he is more clever, it is impossible to suppress the situation.

The reputation of Baozhizhai depends on the visit of the old eunuch Li every half a month.

During this period of time, old eunuch Li learned a lot of medical books by surprise.

But basically it's still an amateur nine-dan stinky chess basket.

But it's okay.

His image, that voice, poke there one stop, he is a genius doctor with a lot of knowledge, a pot to help the world, and countless living people!

Not to mention that Zhu Fugui also packaged the old eunuch Li according to the image of Wu Renji, Xiongfengshan and others.

Although he said that he was a monarch, ministers and envoys, Yin and Yang complement each other, and cooperated with seeing, hearing and asking, but in fact, old eunuch Li was basically an unqualified barefoot doctor.

Practicing medicine does not rely on the few medical books memorized by surprise, but the "Barefoot Doctor's Handbook 1963 Edition".

But the local Chinese are just like this.

As the saying goes, distance produces beauty.

When we were in China, everyone looked at the foreign doctors and felt that they were of a high standard.

There are not a few people who believe in old Chinese medicine experts after going abroad.

Relying on the powerful power of Xiaoqinglong Decoction (penicillin lotion), Buzhong Yiqi Pill (Luohuoxi wrapped in beeswax), Tianwang Buxin Pill (nitroglycerin tablet)...etc. Let's say that the medicine will cure the disease, at least it will kill all the peers in seconds.

Misuse of antibiotics, hormones, and vitamins, the three-su doctor who has surpassed the times for 100 years, landed in the United States in advance.

Chapter 072 The Strange Medical Hall

Gastown, the predecessor of Vancouver, is now just a town, and Port Angeles is naturally smaller.

There is only one slightly larger street in the entire Quayside community.

Because there are a large number of Chinese coolies on the wharf, some of whom have even arrived during the thirteenth line period, so there is already a bit of a "China Town" scene here.

Baozhitang is located in such a place.

Although the old Chinese man who swept the street recommended this hospital, neither the captain's mate nor the quack Potter had thought of sending patients to this place.

Picture what?

A dying piglet, do I have to pay for the medical expenses to see him?

What's more, this is a serious lung infection.

The best doctors in New York, Boston, or Washington can't do anything, so what can a Chinese doctor in the countryside do?

Potter dismissed this statement, and had no interest in verifying it.

As for the captain and others, they went directly to the red light district of the pier.

They're suffocated.

But what happened next was surprising.

This time it was not like before, waiting for a day or two before a carriage from the mining area arrived.

Not long after, the new mine guard captain, Old Joseph, arrived in a hurry.

The first thing he proposed was to request that all Chinese laborers be sent to Baozhitang for "entry medical examination".

……

Old Joseph's nickname was Sleepyhead.

As the name suggests, he is already an old man who loves to doze off.

It was hard to imagine that such an old man would be the captain of the mine protection team personally selected by Donald, the second in command of the mining area.

But it is true.

After using the influence of the Chinese gangsters to clear away the original local snake guard team, Donald personally went to Seattle to find a new group of team members.

In order to ensure that his poaching of the company's corners does not come to light, smart and capable people must not be recruited, and a cheap old fool like Joseph is perfect.

As for whether such a person can protect the mining area...

Anyway, according to the rules of the road, I handed in the nomination certificate to Boss Zhu, and Boss Zhu would naturally protect his safety.

For money and jewels, Donald was willing to take such a risk.

Speaking of which, ever since he harvested a perfect diamond from Zhu Fugui and saw all kinds of antiques packed in sacks, Donald had a bold guess in his heart.

A Chinese gangster with a lot of antiques and jewelry in his hands appeared in North America in the past two or three years...

What event in the past two or three years can make a Chinese suddenly have a large number of jewels in his hands?

there is only one truth!

That was the British and French allied forces conquered Beijing three years ago.

This mysterious Boss Zhu probably got a big share of the chaos.

The things in his hands are probably the treasures of the Tatar emperor!

Although the Manchus were trash, the rare treasures they collected were not trash.

Donald could imagine how such a ruthless (forcing himself and the groundhog...) teenager could grow the organization with so many treasures in his hands.

But none of this has anything to do with me.

The only relevant thing is that although the gang leader is cruel, he is very trustworthy and generous.

He once said that as long as he helped fix the bullet production line, he would give himself that ruby ​​that he often plays with!

That is a giant ruby ​​the size of a quail egg!

Donald could already imagine how this ruby ​​looked shining brightly when it was inlaid on the laurel crown of the Queen of China.

In short, for the sake of easy-to-reach profits, this not-so-successful businessman has been completely reduced to Zhu Fugui's marionette, and he is willing to do so.

……

"Mr. Joseph, the hospital has arrived."

Looking at the oriental wooden building in front of him, Potter was very reluctant to admit that it was a hospital.

Because there is only a strange smell here, not the peculiar smell of the hospital.

Don't get me wrong, the hospital smell Potter misses isn't the smell of chlorinated water.

Nineteenth-century hospitals were always filled with the stench of urine, vomit, and other bodily fluids.

That's what a hospital should smell like, not here, a weird mix of smells.

Moreover, many of the Chinese who came in and out were all smiling, without the consciousness of being a patient at all.