Xiaoluo lifted the door curtain woven with bamboo strips and said softly: "First one, come in."
A stout bald man came in and respectfully placed a hundred green awn copper plates into the bamboo basket He Ma had placed on the table.
He Ma's consultation fees all start at one hundred copper coins. But what is different is that according to the severity of the disease, the more serious the disease, the more expensive it will be, and the more severe the disease, the cheaper it will be.
If he is not cured and will die immediately, then if he can't get a hundred copper coins, he can give him ten coins.
If it is a disease that can survive for ten and a half days without treatment, then add another hundred copper coins, for a total of two hundred copper coins in consultation fees.
Even if there is no treatment, you can live for several more years. Sorry, the starting price is 1,000 copper coins. Otherwise, you can wait until you are almost dead before you treat me.
If you can't die without treatment, or you have a cold or something, then it will cost you one hundred taels of silver.
Meng Fei glanced at the bald man and saw a huge malignant sore on his bald head, which was at least the size of half an orange. Half of his head was red and swollen.
Forget it, that’s it, there’s no need to increase the consultation fee.
"You have to hold back, I'm going to treat it, it hurts a little."
"Miracle doctor, please feel free to take action. If I say anything, I will lose."
The strong man said without fear.
He Ma is a very low-key guy. No one here knows his name and they all call him the miracle doctor.
Sometimes he would also name himself, but he would change his name every time he moved to another place.
So much so that he almost forgot his real name.
The name Hema was the name he would only use when writing books. He wrote quite a lot of strange stories. for example:
"You can also become a god"
"Basic Magic from Beginner to Mastery"
"Twelve Ways to Find God's Favor"
The characteristics of these books are that the titles are very attractive and make people want to buy them.
Do you want to become a god? Of course! If you can't become a god, it would be nice to learn some magic and become a mage or something.
If you can't even learn magic, then become a divine pet hunter. Offer a pet creature to God, and God will grant your wish.
It’s only after people bought it that they discovered that the actual operation of the content either lacked key steps or was simply impossible to implement.
"If you insist on taking fresh carrot juice for more than a hundred years, you may become a god."
Putting aside how troublesome it is to squeeze carrot juice every day, first of all, do you have to live for a hundred years?
And even if you persisted for a hundred years, He Ma would have been buried long ago. Who would you ask to pay for the book?
But no matter what, He Ma's "works" are circulated in Qingmang Divine Kingdom. Moreover, it is said that the origins of later generations came from the strange theories in his books.
Therefore, origin scholars thousands of years later call him the great theologian Homas.
In life, the only person who knows what He Ma looks like and calls him "Master He Ma" is his only fan and fan girl Xiao Luo.
Strictly speaking, only priests and officials in Qingmang can use the word "sir".
But people are accustomed to generalize it. Masters, doctors, and theologians can all use "sir" to express respect.
Recalling these memories, Meng Fei felt more and more familiar with this "previous life". Who did this? Isn't that exactly my style?
So now it's really natural for him to continue He Ma's life.
He pulled out the "scalpel" that smelled strongly of socks from his boot, wiped it on his sleeve, and then slashed it across.
The pustule the size of half an orange was neatly cut off on the man's head, and pus spurted onto the ceiling.
"Xiao Luo, apply the medicine!"
Xiaoluo is no newbie at first glance, and his cooperation with He Ma is perfect.
She immediately applied a bunch of gray-black powder on it, and then wrapped a bandage all over her bald head.
Those powders are plant ash and are alkaline. When this thing falls on a wound, level ten pain is about right, right?
The strong man was dripping with sweat, and even his teeth were broken.
"Feeling better?"
"Well...much better!...much better!"
The strong man stood up with strength.
"Okay, then you can go."
When only his back was left at the door, Meng Fei said silently in his heart: "Repair!"
Although the man recovered instantly, the pain just now was too severe, so he may not be able to recover yet.
Even in this space-time spiral that sent him back thousands of years ago, Meng Fei's most powerful BUG system can still work.
If He Ma and Xiao Luo had followed this treatment method, they would have cured many people with all their minor illnesses.
In fact, He Ma from thousands of years ago also had a similar "repair" ability. Therefore, in addition to making money from writing books, he also "gets money quickly" by treating people's illnesses.
But in Meng Fei's consciousness, He Ma's ability originally seemed to be overwritten by his "strongest BUG system".
He was as careful as He Ma, knowing that if he allowed this person to recover on the spot, this monster-like ability would bring disaster sooner or later.
So He Ma used a compromise approach. He would first make the patient suffer a lot, and in the severe pain, he would deeply understand the magic of his treatment.
To this end, he studied many methods, such as feeding laxatives, spraying pepper into the nostrils, applying plant ash to wounds, etc.
The removal of abscesses is relatively simple, and the results are immediate with just one cut. Some people can faint from the pain. But he can cure it all.
When the strong man returns home and takes off the bandage on his head in a few days according to the doctor's instructions, he will find that there are no sores there and it is as perfect as ever.
After treating one patient like this, Xiaoluo shouted softly at the door: "Next one!"
Ho Ma's life is such a cycle. One patient comes, one patient is cured, then the next.
Except for the increasing number of copper plates in the bamboo basket on the table, nothing else seems to have changed much.
You can earn tens of thousands of copper coins a day, which is equivalent to more than ten taels of silver. This is not a small amount of money.
Until the evening.
The sun has set and it's dark outside, but there are still a lot of people in the yard.
He Ma treats 100 people every day, and 100 people can get a number plate to queue up every day.
Many people come from far away, and it is not easy to get a number plate. It would be a disaster if they have to make another trip in vain. So Meng Fei must cure them all before entering the rest time.
But he would never dare to "do things half-heartedly". Those who should use the knife should still use the knife, and those who should be given medicine should still be given medicine. They cannot be "repaired" and let go hastily.
Xiaoluo brings his lunch and dinner to his desk, and he has about ten minutes to eat each meal.
If you haven't finished eating after the time limit, the patients outside will start to make a commotion.
Meng Fei followed the cycle of He Ma's life, thought with He Ma's mind, and allowed it to develop naturally.
Because his mission here is not to prevent Taotie from being born, but to kill Taotie after he is born.
But he knew nothing about where the Taotie Club was or how it was born. Even if he asked, it would be meaningless.
At this time, Taotie had not yet been born. People did not even know that such a god existed. How could they possibly know where it would be born?
