After rebirth, I used medical skills to overwhelm the rich

Wen Heng couldn't help but propped up his body and turned his head to take a look.

Chu Hua was carefully and carefully sprinkled brown powder on his back.

"Are you sure this medicine powder is made by your young wife?" Wen Heng couldn't help asking with a serious face.

Chu Hua frowned: "What? You don't believe it."

Wen Heng didn't say a word, the effect of this medicine powder is too powerful, not to mention the wound healing, after all, the time is too short to see the effect for the time being.

Just talking about the pain-relieving effect, it can be called a "magic effect".

Was such an effective medicine really formulated by that idiot before?

"Of course it was assigned by my young lady." Chu Hua justified Jiang Bao'er's name unconvinced: "My young lady's medical skills are excellent, which is rare in the world."

"Don't be angry, I have no malicious intentions." Wen Heng comforted him and said, "My grandfather is the commander of the military region, do you know that?"

Chu Hua nodded: "I know."

Wen Heng twitched the corners of his mouth: "I think your young lady's medicine is good, and it can effectively relieve pain. I will try it for a few days to see the effect of the medicine powder on wound healing. If the effect is good, I will help recommend it."

Chu Hua had a happy expression: "Really?"

If this medicinal powder becomes a special supply for the military, then Jiang's pharmaceuticals will be stable.

"If the effect is good." Wen Heng did not give a precise answer, and the effect of the medicine powder has yet to be confirmed.

If this medicine powder is really better than the trauma medicines on the market, then it deserves its name as a special supply for the military.

Chu Hua quickly finished taking the medicine, and stuffed the medicine bottle into his hand, together with the little note.

"This note was written to you by my young lady. It should be an instruction manual. Remember to take the medicine later, don't forget it. After testing the efficacy of the medicine, remember to contact my young lady."

He stayed here for too long, he has to go back, and will tell the young master and young lady the good news later.

Just like when he came, Chu Hua jumped out of the window and slipped away, and the room returned to silence.

If it wasn't for the fact that the wound on his back didn't hurt anymore, and there was still a medicine bottle and a note in his hand, Wen Heng would have thought it was just a hallucination.

He carefully put away the medicine bottle and unfolded the note.

The font on the note is beautiful but sharp, gentle but vigorous, just like Jiang Baoer.

In addition to the dosage and usage of the powder, there is also a line of words on it.

"If you feel it's unfair, resist it, and if you hate it, take revenge. As time goes on, no one can control your life except yourself, and no one deserves your grievances."

This sentence is Jiang Baoer's own life declaration.

Looking at this line of words, Wen Heng's numb heart seemed to be shaken.

He was taught from birth to be obedient.

What Mrs. Wen often said was, "Don't disobey your father. He is the one who gave birth to you and raised you. He beat you and scolded you for your own good. No matter what, you have to bear it."

Wen Cheng often threatened him by saying, "Whether your mother can be well depends on your performance. If you are obedient, I will not beat her. She suffers because of you."

Grandpa's relatives cared more about Mrs. Wen, because they hated Wen Cheng, and they didn't even get close to him. Only grandpa cared about him.

In the eyes of everyone, he is the one who needs to give in.

And now Jiang Bao'er told him, don't be obedient, you have to resist, and you can't let yourself be wronged because of others.

For the first time, someone really thought about him and told him that his life and his life were all his own.

Wen Heng clutched the note tightly, and let it go as if being scalded. He carefully smoothed out the creases on the paper, and put it into a small box under the bed.

There was a wilted champagne rose in the box, and now there was a crumpled note.

Wen Heng took a deep breath and finally made up his mind.

He wants to live for himself once.

And this bottle of medicinal powder might be the key to breaking the situation.

At this time, go to the sick hall.

Sun Yue was wearing a brand new white coat, sitting on a stool, waving a fly swatter in boredom.

Mr. Zheng was sitting on a chair reading medical books, and Jiang Baoer was lying on the opposite side of him, talking to him from time to time.

Whether it is the pharmacy here or the pharmacy over there, it is empty at the moment, without half a customer.

It is obviously in the city center where people come and go, but the desertedness is too much.

After sitting for more than ten minutes, Sun Yue finally couldn't bear it anymore, walked over and pulled Jiang Bao'er's clothes, and dragged her to a corner to talk.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Baoer looked puzzled.

Sun Yue whispered anxiously: "Jiang Baoer, Mr. Zheng is sitting in our pharmacy, why is there no one there?"

Mr. Zheng has such a great reputation, it is usually difficult to get his account, but now it is good, it has been two hours, and there is not a single patient.

Sun Yue's passionate blood is almost cooling down now.