Chapter 9 Quack Doctor Sun Miao, New Life

Ren Zhong groggily opened his eyes.

Vague white lights.

Dozens of dark mosquitoes and flies fluttering around the white lights, occasionally hitting the lamp, with a continuous crackling sound.

His gaze turned downward, a wall that was white on top and pale green below.

Various unrecognizable instruments piled haphazardly.

The corner of the room was filled with discarded packaging boxes and empty glassware.

A man wearing a sleeveless vest, with skinny arms and legs, pale skin with no blood, half-length hair as messy as a bird's nest, strands stuck together and shining with grease, was bent over tinkering with something, making a loud clattering noise as he worked.

On his left wrist, there was also a wrist watch, but unlike Ren Zhong's simple sports band, this one had an integrated round dial and a Kevlar fiber strap, which looked like it was on a different level altogether.

Ren Zhong thought, this uniquely sloppy brother should be Doctor Sun Miao.

Carefully feeling his body, Ren Zhong discovered that he was now entirely free of illness, with not a trace of lingering pain.

Before, even after his acute pain subsided, he would always feel discomfort throughout his body.

Am I cured?

So fast?

How was it treated?

I actually missed the chance to witness a Nobel Prize-level scientific achievement because I was unconscious!

Ren Zhong felt both joy and irritation, quickly examining his body, only to find a small needle mark in his arm's vein, no other wounds.

The room didn't look like it had Gamma Knife equipment.

Never mind, the most important thing is that I'm probably already cured.

Although he hadn't gotten a definitive answer, the light of hope, after who knows how many years and another three and a half months, once again filled the heart of Ren Zhong, this terminally ill patient.

I should... maybe... probably survive now.

He had no clue what kind of treatment Doctor Sun used on him, feeling amazed and full of deep emotion.

After his resurrection, he had imagined countless times the medical level of the new world, even with hopeful and infinitely longing feelings, predicting what kind of treatment methods could save his life from a scientific perspective.

Now, all his speculations seemed laughable, like a farmer imagining an emperor using a golden hoe to plow the field.

"Doctor Sun, thank you."

Ren Zhong spoke up.

The man in front turned around abruptly upon hearing the words.

A square face, scruffy beard, eye boogers the size of a fingernail...

This person looked more like a butcher than a doctor, but was too frail.

He walked back in three quick steps, wide-eyed, hands on hips, "Why are you thanking me? Damn it, you finally woke up. If you didn't wake up in ten more minutes, I was gonna throw you onto the street, don't blame me if you died then."

Ren Zhong: "No, I... I want to thank you for saving my life."

"No thanks! I hate getting thanked the most. Thanks don't cost anything! You have to pay! You broke guy, you have only seventy-two cents on you and dare to see a doctor? And being in such a shitty state, why don't you just go fly up to heaven?"

Ren Zhong: "..."

This guy was born in the wrong era.

If this brother lived in the 21st century, he'd definitely be a top dog at the market when it comes to cursing.

Sun Miao tossed a box over, "Alright, stop pretending to play dumb here. This is the bill, take a look at what medicine I gave you, then hurry up and scram. Oh, and remember to write me an IOU, in handwriting! Don't record it in a wrist watch, for someone like you, a temporary wrist watch has no constraints at all."

Ren Zhong picked up the box, inside there was a palm-sized brown glass bottle, along with a printed slip.

The glass bottle had no markings, its use unknown.

Ren Zhong picked up the slip.

[One Neuro-blocker—1 yuan.]

[One bottle of Nutritional Ointment—1 yuan.]

[Abnormal Cell Eater Injection Liquid—100 yuan (at a huge loss, cost price)]

"After reading, let me briefly explain. Actually, with the cancer in your body, you don't even need these medicines. For example, this neuro-blocker is usually used for those seriously injured to relieve pain, deceiving neurotransmitters to block discomfort. But your organs' lesions are so severe that not blocking the pain isn't an option. Understand? This one contribution point cost, you have no objections, right?"

"No objections."

"Good, let's talk about the Nutritional Ointment next. It's in that bottle, remember to eat a spoonful after each meal when you leave, finish it in two days. Your body is basically a battlefield, battered and bruised. The Abnormal Cell Eater will continue living in your body for two days, to clean out the cancer cells that have spread. This process consumes a lot, your body is too weak, it can't withstand it, you must supplement nutrients. This one point cost, you have no..."

"No objections."

"Wow, you're good at answering right away. Lastly, let's talk about the Abnormal Cell Eater. I'm seriously impressed. How can someone in this day and age let a rotten cancer drag until the late stage before coming for treatment? Don't know if your brain's got issues or if you're just sick of living, don't know if I should commend your luck or call you a fool, most people with cancer cells proliferated to this extent would have grass growing over their graves by now. But you're still alive! Originally, a single bionic nanorobot could've solved this minor issue but you dragged it like this? What's your deal? Are you a masochist, huh? Does the pain feel fun?"

Ren Zhong could only awkwardly smile.

What can I say?

Can I tell you, this minor issue you mentioned was literally death knocking at the door in my time?

The generation gap is too wide, can't chat about this.

"Forget it, if you wanna die, go die, I only save you once anyway. This medicine costs a hundred points, bit pricey, but you have no objections, right?"

"None."

"Totaling up, it's 102 altogether, but you have only seventy-two cents, I deducted it, but you still owe me 101.28 contribution points."

"I'll work hard to pay it back. Give me the IOU!"

...

Ren Zhong handwrote a slip and handed it over.

Ren Zhong used simplified Chinese characters.

He wasn't worried about the characters being different because the "Miracle Clinic" sign also used simplified Chinese, only the writing was crooked, like a kid's doodle.

Sun Miao took it, glanced quickly, raised an eyebrow, "Wow, didn't expect a broke guy like you to have such nice handwriting."

"It's nothing, nothing, anyway, thank you."

"I already said no thanks! I've explained everything I need to. If there's nothing else, hurry and scram, I'm about to sleep."

Professor Sun said, waving his hands like driving away a guest, muttering to himself, "Damn, had to take out my bottom-of-the-box stuff and need to restock later, really don't wanna deal with those lunatics again."

Ren Zhong perked his ears at the words.

Element detected.

There are a bunch of lunatics Sun Miao doesn't want to deal with?

Without a doubt, it must be the producers of the Abnormal Cell Eater, who have mastered high-level biotechnology.

Are they people from within the town? Or outsiders?

Why does Sun Miao think they're lunatics and want to avoid them?

"Why haven't you left yet? I'm warning you, once I lie in my sleep capsule, the automatic defense system will be on. If you get swept to death, it's a small matter, but don't cost me dearly! Go, go, go! Hurry!"

Over there, Sun Miao had already lifted the lid of a roughly two-meter-long capsule-like alloy structure like opening a rice cooker, lay inside, glaring angrily in Ren Zhong's direction.

Ren Zhong hurriedly left.

Continue element detection.

A sleep capsule made of metal? An automatic defense system?

In this world, is sleeping dangerous? From external threats?

This incidentally explains why the wilderness people head to collective sleep capsules at night.

Exiting the Miracle Clinic, Ren Zhong checked the wrist watch, only ten minutes left to the agreed time with Zheng Tian, he hurriedly walked toward the town center.

While walking on the road, he opened the brown bottle, using a finger to scoop out two chunks of Nutritional Ointment that looked similar to black sesame balls.

After ingesting the stuff, he felt a slight warmth, his previously tired body suddenly became much more energized.

Ren Zhong walked briskly with buoyant steps.

He looked up and gazed at the bright dual moons in the sky.

One large, one small, one slow, one fast, one silver, one white.

The silver was bright, the white was gentle.

Slight thin clouds drifted slowly across the night sky, like a fairyland painting.

For the first time in a long while, Ren Zhong felt the night sky so beautiful.

Finally, I survived.

Ren Zhong slightly clenched his fist.

Thank you, Doctor Sun.

You are a good person.