Peasant girl who traveled through time: I brought an earth with me

Chapter 40 Is there any cure?

Zhong Chuchu has been observing shopkeeper Zheng's expression, but after all, he is a shrewd and capable businessman, and his face has not changed at all.

She took Wang Xiaoqiao's hand, and then gently applied a little ointment on her wrist. After just rubbing it with her fingertips for a moment, it was absorbed without a trace.

Wang Xiaoqiao touched her wrist with her other hand. There was no greasy feeling at all. She brought it to the tip of her nose and smelled it. She said with an intoxicated look: "It smells so good!"

Shopkeeper Zheng frowned slightly, held the wooden box in his hand and played with it for a while before saying: "Mrs. Zhong, since you said that this ointment has the function of a sachet, why don't I just buy the sachet? Besides, this ointment of yours Isn’t it cheap?”

She paused and continued: "What's your price?"

Zhong Chuchu sighed secretly, shopkeeper Zheng was really a shrewd person, and he got the idea right away.

"The fragrance of the sachet depends entirely on the filling inside, which is usually dried flowers. After the petals are dried, the fragrance will be damaged. I don't need to tell you that everyone knows this."

"Furthermore, the fragrance lasts only a short time. If you want to maintain the fragrance, you need to frequently replace the dried flowers inside, which is also a troublesome thing. The most important thing is that the fragrance of the sachet can only float on the surface, while the balm is different when you apply it on the body. After that, it blends in with people, just like it comes with its own body fragrance, so the two are not on the same level at all.”

She had thought about what she said on the way here. What woman doesn't like her fragrance, so she said directly: "I have spent a lot of effort to develop these wintersweet balms, so the price is every day." A box of twenty cents."

There was a hint of surprise in Shopkeeper Zheng's eyes, and even she was a little moved after hearing her words.

However, she still shook her head and said with regret: "I understand what you said, but I'm afraid I can't have this ointment."

"First of all, although my place is a grocery store and the women who come and go are relatively good, most of them are village women. Even if they have spare money, they will not buy this thing."

Zhong Chuchu was silent, which meant that the target group was not suitable.

"Secondly, we are just a town here. The poor people can't afford it, and the rich people don't dare to use it."

At this point, she didn't need to say anything anymore, Zhong Chuchu understood in her heart.

To put it bluntly, the fact is that the balm is not famous and no one is willing to pay for it.

The aroma of wine doesn’t depend on the depth of the alley, it doesn’t exist!
Zhong Chuchu sighed, feeling that her thinking was too simplistic. She always thought that if something was done well, it would be sold, but she ignored many other factors.

However, she still refused to give up and revealed the second method she had long thought of.

"What you said makes sense, but I still want to give it a try. The box I opened just now will be given to Xiaoqiao. I have nine boxes left here, and they will all be sold on consignment in your store. If I sell one box, I will give you two Money, put the things here now, I won’t charge you a penny, do you think it’s feasible?”

Shopkeeper Zheng breathed a sigh of relief and agreed immediately. This condition was absolutely beneficial to her without any harm.

She originally wanted to make friends with Zhong Chuchu, so she simply waved her hand and said cheerfully: "Why don't you give me two cents? A few boxes won't take up much space, so you can just put them here and sell them."

Zhong Chuchu is not pretentious. It's too early to talk about anything now, so let's try it first before talking.

The two chatted for a few more words, and she didn't leave until a customer came to the store.

Holding an empty basket in her hand, she looked a little listless. She originally thought of making a fortune from this balm, which would also explain the source of the money she used to sell ginseng later, but she didn't expect the reality to be such a slap in the face.

She was walking aimlessly on the street when she suddenly heard the sound of rapid horse hooves not far ahead.

"Quickly, get out of the way." A man shouted anxiously.

When she heard the sound, she turned around and saw a middle-aged man galloping towards him on a big maroon horse. The crowds on the street moved to both sides to avoid him.

He held the reins in one hand and held a child in the other.

She saw the horse being restrained at the entrance of the Huichun Hall less than 50 meters away from her.The man turned over and dismounted with great skill, and rushed in with the child in his arms.

Zhong Chuchu was startled and only had time to glance at the child's red face.

There was too much movement here, and people on the street rushed to Huichun Hall.

Huichun Hall is the only medical clinic in the town. There are doctors there who provide free medical treatment to the poor all year round, so it has always had a good reputation in the town.

Zhong Chuchu followed the crowd, she wanted to see what was going on.

When the emergency department came to my door, the doctors attending the consultation at Huichun Hall got up one after another.

The patient was a four or five-year-old child who had fainted.

The middle-aged man holding the child said in a deep voice: "Invite the best doctor here."

Several people looked at each other, and then a doctor said: "Quickly go and ask Mr. Jiang."

The apprentice behind him quickly ran to the backyard.

Zhong Chuchu stood behind the crowd and asked the people next to her: "Who is Mr. Jiang?"

"The golden sign of Huichun Hall, with Mr. Jiang taking action, this child can be saved."

The speaker's voice was not quiet, and almost everyone present could hear it.

The middle-aged man looked much more relaxed when he heard this.

After a while, a thin old man walked out from behind the curtain in the lobby of the medical center.

He looks to be in his 50s, with slightly gray hair and a square face. Although his face is full of wrinkles, his eyes are bright and bright.

Zhong Chuchu's eyes flashed slightly when she saw this person. She had never seen this person before. They were probably the directors of the medical clinic that day.

"Where is the patient?" the old man asked angrily.

The middle-aged man hurriedly took the child over.

Mr. Jiang motioned the man to sit down, then stretched out his withered right hand to touch the child's forehead, then put three fingers on the child's wrist, then closed his eyes slightly, looking like an old monk in deep concentration.

After taking his pulse, Mr. Jiang put away his posture and asked the man some questions: "Did the child catch a cold? What were the symptoms when he got sick?"

The man frowned, "My son-in-law was infected with cold a few days ago. He took several medicines and has not recovered. He has been having a high fever since this morning. Just now, he started convulsing all over his body, foaming at the mouth, his face turned purple, and his lips were tight." Bite, no matter how we call him he won’t wake up.”

When Mr. Jiang heard this, his expression suddenly changed.

"Based on the diagnosis I just made and your description, this little baby is probably suffering from convulsions. This disease comes on violently and changes rapidly. It may be life-threatening!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions changed and they all looked at the child with sympathy.

"Is there any cure?" the man asked anxiously.

Mr. Jiang shook his head and sighed: "I can prescribe a prescription for you. You can take a few pills and feed the child after he wakes up. If it can reduce the fever, he will be able to survive this time, but it is very likely that he will survive in the future. It will happen again, and every time it happens, it's like going through hell! Moreover, this disease may cause brain damage and make people stupid." Mr. Jiang said helplessly.

(End of this chapter)