The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Cold, one of the most common but very troublesome diseases, almost everyone in the world has had a cold, but it is the most common disease, but there is still no immediate treatment.

If you go to the hospital with a cold, the doctor will definitely tell you four words, that is, have a good rest. In fact, these four words are more effective than any cold medicine, and the effect of any cold medicine is not as good as your own immunity .

Under the fast-paced modern life, few people will ask for leave because of a cold, and most of them will go to work with a hoarse voice and stuffed nose, but there is no doubt that this will not have any serious consequences However, it makes people at work very uncomfortable.

Cough and runny nose are only the mildest symptoms, and headache and weakness are the most deadly. But no matter what, people living in modern cities have a warm bed to lie on after work and a thick blanket to cover them. Get a good night's sleep under the quilt, and if it's serious, you can go to the hospital to hang water, the worst is to stay in the hospital for two days.

But now, what does Bruce have?

He only has a tin can, which is neither windproof nor rainproof, and as a coffin, it is so crude that it makes people want to cry.

Not to mention cold medicine, he can't even light a fire now, no bed, no quilt, and no food.

Bruce knew he had to get out of the cold shallows now, and already he could feel his fingers and toes going numb.

Last night, he originally planned to light a fire, but he was too tired after working all day, and he was able to fall asleep under such harsh conditions. It is not surprising that he would be infected with wind and cold due to the decline in resistance caused by fatigue.

But now, Bruce doesn’t have time to get injections and medicine. At eight o’clock this morning, he will drive to the gang’s warehouse to pick up goods. One day, he ran out of money to buy food.

Bruce had to drag his tired body, left the canning area, drove a truck, and went to the gang's site to deliver goods.

But in the process of transporting the goods, he discovered that all the sufferings he had suffered before broke out at the same time.

The wind and cold itself can lead to weak stomach and intestines, and before Bruce drank unclean water, he suffered from mild gastroenteritis, but in the past few days, because the truck was very busy, he didn't bother to boil the water, and he could find Drinking water from a faucet is not bad, but eating is just a matter of fooling around.

People who have never drank raw water, the stomach is very sensitive to unboiled water, people who have never eaten spicy and greasy food, the stomach does not accept these foods, coupled with the spleen and stomach deficiency caused by wind and cold, At noon on this day, after Bruce ate a piece of bread, two sausages and a glass of cold water, he ran to the back of the truck, vomited,

Many people know that vomiting is not the same as diarrhea. Diarrhea is extra weakness for a short period of time after diarrhea, but as long as there is energy in the body, it will recover quickly. As long as the stomach does not hurt, you can act normally.

However, although vomiting will not be particularly weak immediately, side effects such as stomach pain, dizziness, nausea, and cold sweats will always surround you, and the pain in the stomach is not as sharp as intestinal pain, but it lasts longer. Repeatedly The interval between episodes is also shorter.

After Bruce emptied his stomach, he felt better, but as soon as he got on the truck, he felt some gastric juices churning again, and the faint feeling of nausea came up again, making him want to hunched over.

Bruce, who has learned a lot of medical knowledge, knows that his gastroenteritis is serious again, but even if he wants to give up now, how to return to Wayne Manor is still a problem.

More importantly, how was he going to explain to Alfred why he went to the slums like a psycho for days and then made himself ill?

In real life, if there is no benefit to take, no rich man would be willing to integrate into the life of the bottom people to experience life. To accomplish this requires a strong willpower, stronger than they imagined.

Batman has never lacked willpower. The more he suffers, the more he feels that what he has encountered may be just the tip of the iceberg, because he understands that his once good life and IQ far beyond ordinary people made his starting point Much taller than the average person.

At least he was able to move about after a cold night, vomiting and diarrhea from gastroenteritis, a tired day, no house to live in, no fire to warm, and a night of freezing.

Those expensive fitness equipment are not bought for nothing, and the rare nutritional products that ordinary people can’t buy with money are not eaten for nothing, but even so, all these are still being worn away bit by bit, just like the cold wind in the sky and far away. , like polishing off the fluff on this immature bat that has just left the nest not long ago.

Bruce didn't go back to the canning area, because staying there was even better than staying in the truck. Today's day's work allowed him to earn some money, but he didn't know where to buy food that could be eaten by gastroenteritis.

Bruce figured he'd have to find a doctor somewhere, but after driving around the East Side for so long, he couldn't find a pharmacy anywhere.

The situation was getting worse, and Bruce knew that he had to find a way to reverse the situation, so he stopped a newsboy who was delivering something.

These kids are relatively easy to talk to, as long as you give them a little money, they will show you the way. In the beginning, when Bruce was not familiar with the road, they were the ones who helped him a lot.

The newspaper boy looks young, with this round face, which in Gotham marks him as a very capable kid. Only by living enough and earning enough money can he eat well. The baby fat on his face It will not disappear because of hunger.

Bruce's lips trembled a little, his hands trembled a little, and he couldn't move forward, mainly from the cold and weakness, and partly from the pain in his stomach.

Bruce gave the newsboy ten cents, the round-faced newsboy pressed him up and down, and suddenly said, Oh, I know what you're looking for, come on, come with me, I'll take you there!

Bruce followed the group and walked into a remote alley. He was not afraid that the newsboy would trick him, because he had a long gun in his hand and enough bullets, which was his only source of confidence now.

They wandered through the alleys, walked down a cellar, and walked up again. They finally came to a basement. Before they entered, Bruce smelled a very terrible smell.

When I first smelled it, I felt like a strong smell of smoke. When I smelled it carefully, there was a smell of sesame oil in vegetables, but it was more greasy than that. Just smelling this smell, I felt that the nasal cavity was covered with oil. At the end of the tune, there is still a smell of vomiting.

Bruce knew all too well what this smell was. Every time he went to catch Constantine, his expensive bat suit would be stained with this smell, and then he would throw it into the trash can.

He turned around and wanted to leave, but immediately an old man stopped him and said, Hey, there are very few chicks who introduce guests here, what's wrong with you? Tell me.

No, I don't want to come here. Bruce was very determined to leave, but the old man kept pestering him, and he said, I can see that you are very uncomfortable now, it must be because there is no stock recently, right?

This is also normal. Recently, the twelve families have been strictly inspected, and goods are not allowed to be carried in the car. If the family you often go to closes down, you can come to me. I can guarantee that no one will compare my goods. Better.

Come and taste this. The old man stuffed a cigarette into Bruce's hand and said, I just rolled it, and it's guaranteed to be fresh. Don't worry, kid, just take a puff, and the pain will leave you.

Bruce took a deep breath. He looked at the cigarette, turned to look at the old man and asked, Do you know that you are hurting someone? Do you know that this thing is actually...

What is it? The old man was a little puzzled, he scratched his head and said, Isn't it marijuana?

As he said that, he looked Bruce up and down and said, Oh, you are a college student, right? I understand, I understand, you are not used to smoking cigarettes directly, wait a minute...

Speaking of which, the old man walked back to the counter at the door of the basement, took out a box of cigars from the cabinet, opened the box, pointed to it, and said to Bruce: I've said it all, other people won't have such good products as me, you You've come to the right place, boy.

This is a defective cigar left over from the previous smuggling by the Lawrence family. I disassembled them and re-rolled the tobacco leaves. I put a lot of material in it. You can never buy such a good product in the market.

Have you brought a cigar cutter? If not, I can borrow it from you, but you can also buy one from me. Although it is not as professional as their guillotine-style ones, it is enough to cut some ordinary goods .”

Bruce pushed the box away from his hand and said, No, I don't want to come here, I'm going to the doctor.

The old man looked at him in surprise and said, I am a doctor, where are you going?

Are you a doctor??!? Bruce raised his voice and said, Then you still sell drugs to others??!

Drugs? The old man seemed to be a little unfamiliar with this word, he smiled and said, We don't usually call it that, this is our medicine here, and it has a first-rate pain-relieving effect, just try it and you'll know.

The old man pushed the box to Bruce again and said, No matter where you feel uncomfortable, as long as you take one, you can fall asleep peacefully.

You're crazy. Bruce said, This stuff is addictive. If you smoke too much, you will lose your memory, your limbs will twitch and even induce epilepsy. Long-term smoking will lead to infertility. If the dose is too large, it may cause shock or death.

The old man took the box back, looked at Bruce and said, Yes, a joint can cause shock or death, but wouldn't the pain?

After speaking, the old man walked to the door of the basement and opened the door. Bruce saw that there were a bunch of people lying in disorder inside the door, some with cigarettes, some with hookahs, and some with pipes. At this moment, The room was filled with smoke, and the terrible stench made Bruce take two steps back unconsciously.

Why do you think they come here? The old man said, It's impossible for them to have money and nothing to spend, so they must come to buy my goods?

I don't accept those looking for fun here. If you smoke a cigarette a day, you might as well go to the nightclub next door. There will be beauties rolling cigarettes for you. I'm a hospital here, so don't come to me if you're not sick.

The old man spoke very seriously, so earnestly that Bruce felt ridiculous. He said, You are a hospital here?? Do you really know what you are talking about???

Of course, if he wasn't sick, he wouldn't come here. This...we call him Old Yak... The old man pointed to a bearded man lying in the room, and said, He must have some lung problems. , Uh... It may be an infection, or it may be cancer, because the cough is too severe and painful, so I came here for treatment.

Here, little Pinat, some time ago he fell off the scaffolding and his bone was broken, he didn't have the money to pick it up, but he couldn't sleep because of the pain in the middle of the night, so he just came to my place for two days, it was fine, Been sleeping soundly lately.

And this one, we call her the widow of East Street. Her son died of an infection in the rain. She cried for several days and couldn't feel well. She could only come to me to find some medicine. Now she is much better. During the day I can go out and work.

The old man came back again, looked at Bruce with a smile on his ravine face, and said, I see, your symptoms are not serious, and you are very young, smoke two cigarettes a day for a week, and you will surely recover.

Bruce looked at him in a daze and said, Are all the doctors here like this? The medicine you prescribe is drugs?

The old man turned around and put the box back on the table. He said, It can be seen that you are not from here. If you just want to try something new, you should leave.

Bruce looked at him, not knowing why his attitude took a 180-degree turn, but the old man looked at him, showing a somewhat jerky smile, although he was laughing, it looked like crying.

Bruce doesn't know if he's crying, but he's never seen a Gotham man cry.

At last the old man said:

This is the only medicine we can find. Let us die comfortably. If you still have a place to go, get out of here as soon as possible.

If you really have nowhere to go, I advise you to get your illness cured first, otherwise, the end will only be worse.