Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 429 - 7: Hanging Saline Doesn’t Make Money

There were no such pretty nurses in the hospital.

Song Bin was certain of this—he would have taught her a lesson a long time ago otherwise.

She must have come from another hospital.

She knew no rules at all, daring to meddle in everything; indeed, it seemed necessary to give her a thorough scolding.

Since the heavy rain made it impossible to return home, tonight was a good time for some entertainment.

He pointed his finger at the young girl and said, "You, come here—ah!"

His last words turned into a scream.

Wang Yunxiao grabbed his finger and twisted it backward, then kicked him behind his knee, forcing him to the ground.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch... what are you doing? Someone help! She’s hitting me, ow..."

Wang Yunxiao grabbed his chin and twisted it hard. He couldn’t close his mouth or utter a word, only manage to whimper.

He wasn’t a doctor, so even if he disliked this man’s behavior, he had to swallow his anger.

But now that someone knowledgeable about medicine was here, there was no need to endure any longer.

He reached into his pocket, pulled out several thumb-sized glass vials, and handed them to Li Mumu, "Can you treat with these potions?"

"Treat what? Cholera? What are these?"

Li Mumu took them and saw that the labels were actually in Latin.

That wasn’t surprising, after all, Latin was a required course in medical studies. Those indecipherable scribbles written by doctors, were actually Latin.

In later times, people often criticized doctors for prescribing indiscriminately and charging arbitrarily, but that wasn’t entirely true.

Thinking about the complexity of the Chinese language and considering how many patients outpatient doctors had to see in a day, one could understand this issue.

If you were made to copy the "Disciples Regulation" a hundred times a day, persist for fifty years until retirement, you would be unable to stand it as well.

"@#￥%..."

Li Mumu felt overwhelmed just by looking at it; she didn’t recognize the medicine, only sure it was not Sulfonamide.

Penicillin was even less likely, as it was something that would be developed decades later. If a transmigrator managed to produce Penicillin by rubbing some rotten oranges that was their skill, an ordinary person without basic industrial conditions, even if they managed to get a hold of future industry formulas, couldn’t manufacture it.

But it looked very familiar, as if she had seen something similar in a historical transmigration novel she had read before.

Before the invention of Sulfonamide, was there any other antimicrobial drug that could treat acute infectious diseases?

She had no recollection whatsoever.

Seeing that this guy’s jaw was dislocated and he couldn’t speak, Li Mumu didn’t bother asking him and directly searched his pockets for the medicine box and instructions.

After much effort, she found a small piece of paper, also filled with dense Latin, which made Li Mumu’s scalp tingle; finally, she barely recognized a molecular formula—C8H9NO

This seemed to be... Acetaminophen?

Also known as the common antipyretic.

This potion seemed inappropriate for the condition!

But with the Western medicine of this era, one could not expect much appropriateness. The world war had not yet started; pharmaceutical companies had no incentive to develop wonder drugs.

Before returning to her country, Li Mumu had also visited a pharmacy in Safo City. At the time, she had thought about stocking up on some Western medicine just in case, but as soon as she entered, she realized that the best-selling products were all more or less related to opium derivatives.

From children’s cough syrup to elderly pain relief potions, they might as well have written ’opium tincture’ on their faces. The old Safo people believed that opium tincture cured all diseases—objectively speaking, this concept was quite avant-garde. If you didn’t use opium tincture, your only other options were the ancient methods of bloodletting and enemas.

But if you said that ice packs for fever reduction cured all diseases, it wouldn’t be wrong in this era either. After all, the difference between Western and Chinese medicine wasn’t that great at this time, primarily only in charge of reducing fever and relieving pain.

Wang Yunxiao noticed the hesitation in Li Mumu’s eyes and couldn’t help but ask, "Is there a problem with this medicine?"

"The medicine is fine, but it’s not for treating this illness. It’s better to just inject saline."

"Just inject saline?"

"It won’t completely solve the problem, but at least it works."

Li Mumu was also puzzled. The last time she left the hospital, she had seen many patients receiving IV fluids in the hallway. Saline wasn’t expensive, so why were they now trying to push patients out?

Wait... not expensive?

She suddenly seemed to understand something.

Wang Yunxiao was a half beat slower, but he quickly caught on and looked down at the doctor he was pressing to the ground.

The doctor, with his neck stiff, met his gaze, his eyes filled with resentment.

It seemed like he was saying, "Remember this, you two. Don’t let me get the upper hand, or else..."

Then you just won’t get the upper hand, that’s a demand I can satisfy.

Wang Yunxiao grabbed him by the neck and dragged him outside to a puddle, twisting his jaw. "Answer what I ask, and cut the irrelevant talk. Why aren’t you admitting patients?"

"You goddamn bubble, bubble, bubble..."

Wang Yunxiao pulled his head out of the puddle and asked seriously, "Why aren’t you admitting patients? Tell me the truth, or I’ll let you drink liquids to your heart’s content!"

"Cough, cough—I am a doctor. Don’t you see... we aren’t refusing patients; the hospital is already saturated, didn’t you see?"

This guy was still stubbornly arguing.

Li Mumu walked up to Wang Yunxiao and said softly, "Hanging saline doesn’t make money. Patients can’t control their excretion in the hospital, and there aren’t enough toilets. It not only pollutes the hospital environment but also requires hiring cleaners, which ultimately means losing money. Am I right?"

"Are you the doctor or am I the doctor? The hospital rules don’t concern you, bubble, bubble, bubble..."

Actually, without his answer, just seeing the embarrassment on his face from being exposed, Wang Yunxiao knew Li Mumu’s guess was pretty close to the truth.

This time, he pressed down longer, letting the doctor drink his fill of the liquid. When he pulled him up, his mouth was still bubbling, not daring to meet Wang Yunxiao’s eyes anymore, but when he turned his head to look at Li Mumu, his gaze was still venomous.

This guy really was stubborn, wasn’t he? Couldn’t he be fixed even now?

Seeing that he showed no signs of repentance, Wang Yunxiao couldn’t help but reflect inwardly. Perhaps he had been staying in the hospital too long recently, and his skills had significantly rusted.

Of course, he had to admit, part of the reason was that Li Mumu was standing nearby; he tried to avoid being too harsh to keep the scene from becoming too awkward.

Can you handle it or not? If not, let me do it.

Watching from the side, Li Mumu itched to get involved. If it were not for maintaining her ladylike persona, she would have taken matters into her own hands.

The doctor struggled to spit out a mouthful of muddy water: "My dad... is the deputy director... you guys..."

Wang Yunxiao slapped him across the face, making him spit blood and teeth, "Your dad is the deputy director? I thought he was the deputy mayor. Didn’t your dad teach you how to speak properly from a young age?"