Sheng Chong and Abandoned Concubine: The Sixth Miss Doctor

Chapter 1534 How effective is it?
Xu Lingyue smiled, "Ma'am, ten taels of silver is one course of treatment, and one course of treatment is ten plasters. You can buy four plasters for four taels of silver, and send the rest to buy the other six plasters."

Someone sneered and said, "Don't you just keep ten posts? If it's not good, do you have to buy dozens of posts? The nobles have the money to buy them, and we ordinary people don't have that kind of life. It's not enough to go bankrupt. You liar Money tricks are good, and the wealth earned by others will be given to you in a steady stream."

Xu Lingyue doesn't care about him at all. Some people's lives are boring and unsatisfactory. They dare not show dissatisfaction with their neighbors and bosses, and they only find superiority in groups he considers vulnerable.

He is a foreigner and a girl, so he is a weak existence in his eyes.

She was still shaking her fan leisurely, "For such an expensive medicine, if anyone comes to me to see it, I'm afraid there will be no one with a mild illness, either dying or with a chronic illness. Originally, I just came to buy medicine, so naturally I don't care, you can buy as much as you want. But since I am sitting here and willing to consult for free, I will give you the most suitable solution. No matter how serious the disease is, as long as I say it can be cured, it only takes three courses of treatment. One course of treatment will see the effect, and two courses of treatment will cure the stubborn disease , three courses of treatment to cure the disease. My aunt and I made it clear that one course of ten treatments can relieve a lot of pain. Such torture."

When everyone heard it, if it was like what she said, then the medicine is not expensive at all.

Especially those with a good family background, if they have some serious illness, they are really happy to go bankrupt, just want to cure the illness and eliminate the disaster, and live a more comfortable life.

Once a person has money, he will want to live a few more days, even if he spends money to buy his life, he is willing to do it.

The poor are the only ones who exchange their lives for money, because they have nothing else to spare but their lives.

As expected, Mrs. Liu bought four plasters.

Xu Lingyue briefly explained to her a few points, how to pay attention, how to maintain, the most important thing is to put the plaster on and don't get it wet with cold water, don't work too hard, and don't do too much work.

In fact, she just gave a few more instructions to satisfy the old woman's psychology. Sometimes after spending so much money, if the doctor didn't say a few more words, the patient would feel uneasy.

Mrs. Liu bought the plaster and was so impatient that she didn't even want to wait to go home, so she went directly to the booth and asked someone to help cover it, and she quickly put the plaster on.

She had only walked a few miles to visit her daughter's house a few days ago, so her legs and feet were sore and unbearable, otherwise she wouldn't have seen Xu Lingyue's booth and couldn't help asking.

Now, as soon as the plaster was put on, she felt it carefully, but at first she didn't feel anything.

The people around almost held their breath and stared at her face intently, to see how she reacted, wondering if it would be very comfortable to stick the two pieces of silver on their legs.

They are all ordinary people, and one tael of silver is enough for a whole family for a month, so naturally they should not be underestimated.

Old lady Liu waved her hand, "I don't feel anything."

The man in front of the crowd couldn't help but sneered: "Don't be deceived, no matter how bad the plaster is, it will be hot. It's strange that you don't feel it at all. It must be fake."

He glanced at the booth triumphantly. There was a big girl who was a doctor, and a man with an extraordinary bearing who was sitting there reading a book, without raising his head from the beginning to the end. The two rough men are a bit like the kind of quack men who rely on showmanship to sell medicine.

(End of this chapter)