"Don’t randomly buy things, what if you get sick?" The herbal dicine physician kindly reminded.
"Mind your own business! They took it yesterday, and not only did nothing happen, it cured their illness. Now give the sa dicine."
"That’s not possible! Without a doctor’s prescription, I can’t dispense dicine." The herbal dicine physician replied.
"Why? If I die, it’s none of your business!"
After hearing this, the herbal dicine physician sneered coldly. If soone really died, he wouldn’t be able to bear the consequences, so he didn’t relent: "I can’t give you the dicine, let others through so they can get their dicine."
"Give the dicine! If you don’t, I’ll smash this place!"
"Go ahead and smash! I’ll watch! " The herbal dicine physician, with an even fiercer temper, slapped the table and stood up, shouting to everyone, "Smash it, smash all the herbal dicines, I still won’t give you the dicine!"
Vice President Zhao, upon knowing the situation, went to find Song Xiaodong.
"Mr. Song, these patients are in unbearable pain and itching, they’re getting agitated. You better find a way, don’t let them smash up my hospital. There are too many people, we can’t block them. If sothing happens, both of us will be in trouble!" Vice President Zhao said to Song Xiaodong.
"Why panic." Song Xiaodong took another sip of water, placed the thermal cup on the table, and said calmly.
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"No, I’m just afraid sothing might happen. They’re causing a scene in the herbal dicine room now, what if they smash my pharmacy?" Vice President Zhao said to Song Xiaodong.
"Let them try if they dare! It will itch them to death! Even peeling off their skin won’t soothe the itch!" Song Xiaodong said with raised eyebrows.
Vice President Zhao felt his scalp tingle after hearing this.
"Just tell them that Doctor Song is not from your hospital, he’s an external consultant, not part of the hospital staff. You can’t do anything." Song Xiaodong closed his eyes, signaling to send the guest away.
With no other options, Vice President Zhao went outside the herbal dicine room quietly to observe the situation.
"You really think we won’t dare? Do you know who we are? We are professional troublemakers; your hospital is afraid to ss with us. Hurry up and give us the prescription, or I’ll really smash the place!"
"Smash it all you want, you’re not getting the dicine. People like you are always causing trouble everywhere. Getting sick is karma, you deserve it!"
"What did you say?"
"I said you deserve it, karma!"
"I’ll smash your window!" A hot-tempered older lady raised her hand to smash the glass of the herbal dicine room window but stopped as a wave of intense itching hit her like an electric shock. Despite the blisters on her arms, she scratched out deep bloody marks with her nails, with puss oozing from the broken blisters into the scratches, causing unbearable pain. The old lady tried to cover it, but whenever her arm t her hand, the itching intensified. Sweating and weak all over, she collapsed, scratching at her body.
"Ah?"
"What’s the matter with her?"
The itching seed contagious; suddenly, dozens of people outside in the corridor were scratching themselves frantically, even Vice President Zhao couldn’t help but scratch his head before slipping away hastily.
After a long while, the itching finally passed. Bloodied, exhausted, they either sat or stood, while a few overwheld young people approached the window, pleading with the herbal dicine physician: "Physician, look at us, please have pity on us, give us the dicine, we feel like dying now, if you don’t give us the dicine, I’ll hit my head and die here!"
The herbal dicine physician, at a loss, called Vice President Zhao: "Vice President Zhao, they insist on the prescription from yesterday from Mr. Song."
"That dicine itself doesn’t work, the real effect cos from the dicine pills Mr. Song made and mixed in." Vice President Zhao replied.
"What’s to be done? The patients said if they don’t get the dicine, they’ll hit their heads and die here."
"Let them wait a bit, I’ll go discuss again with Mr. Song."
Vice President Zhao went to find Mr. Song: "Mr. Song, please treat them, otherwise, the patients say they’ll hit their heads and die here."
"I’m not treating them. If the patients want to die, it’s your problem. "
"Why not treat them, Mr. Song, look at these poor patients. Can’t you let them learn a lesson and be done with it?" Vice President Zhao said to Song Xiaodong.
"Do they look like they’ve learned anything? They don’t even know why they got sick and want to smash the herbal dicine room. Such patients, I won’t treat." Song Xiaodong replied.
"Ah..." Vice President Zhao sighed and went out to call Director Wu of the Municipal Health Bureau.
"Hello? Director Wu?"
"Yes, Vice President Zhao, it’s ."
"Director Wu, it’s like this, I asked Song Xiaodong, he said this chickenpox indeed won’t spread." Vice President Zhao said.
"Yes, it’s basically confird now, other hospitals haven’t reported new cases, the patient count is around two hundred people." Director Wu said.
"That’s really good news, though I still have a bit of trouble here." Vice President Zhao said.
"What’s the matter?" Director Wu asked.
"Mr. Song Xiaodong is working as a visiting doctor here. Yesterday, he treated four patients, and they’re much better today. A hundred more patients ca over wanting Mr. Song to treat them." Vice President Zhao told Director Wu.
"Let guess, Song Xiaodong won’t treat them?" Director Wu asked.
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