mchenry-crisis.org Chapter 8 Don't you have antibiotics in your hospital?!
Chapter 8 Don't you have antibiotics in your hospital?!
Labyrinth had just been promoted to a mid-level demon and had only recently taken up her post, but she still had a basic understanding of the human world.
Since the "Playing Punishment" game is a horror game designed to be a one-to-one replica of various cities in the United States, it is impossible to control the participants' colds without intervention.
"Of course it's a coincidence! But it's also inevitable."
"I knew it! Even if you're a dungeon designer, you're not a true god... Wait, what?"
The white demon turned its head mechanically.
"You can control that too?"
"I don't need to control it at all."
You Xing opened the player list and scrolled up the details page.
Retrieve the information of the guy who was killed on the spot due to a cold:
Chen Lan
[A writer of turtle-themed novels from a coastal city in southern China]
[Character Identity: Black Port Worker]
Starting capital: $100,000
"Don't give me riddles, just tell me the reason."
The seemingly dim-witted white demon refused the invitation to solve the puzzle and instead demanded the answer directly from the executioner.
"The climate in southern China is hot, and most people take a bath more than once a day."
You Xing grinned and said, "But they don't know why the dark-skinned men that Meilika selects don't like to take baths."
"You can't catch a cold every time you take a shower, can you?"
Congratulations, you got it right!
"Taking a shower won't make you catch a cold, but what if the water runs out halfway through your shower?"
"President America once ordered water restrictions in Black neighborhoods during peak hours. This information is naturally perfectly incorporated into my 'kill line' scenario."
"After he became a Black man, he stopped interacting with the NPCs in the instance, but insisted on taking a bath every day, so the outcome was already predetermined."
You Xing shrugged and shook his head helplessly: "The opportunity to save yourself was right in front of you, but you fell into the line of death yourself. Who can you blame?"
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Chen Lan, the person involved, was completely unaware of the situation and thought it was just bad luck on her part.
Chen Lan is a struggling novelist with a weak personality. He writes nine or ten novels that fail, and has not made a name for himself over the years.
Therefore, he enjoys posting comments online in support of the fairy while writing books, thus gaining her favor through his influence.
In short, he's a low-class womanizer.
One day, while writing a book, I was suddenly transported into a D-level horror instance.
Chen Lan, who thought he was going to die, never expected to enter a dungeon where no one could die.
He immediately chose the strongest-looking black guy among the ten.
Moreover, he starts with a job and 100,000 in savings, so he's in a great position! As for that red-lettered "Martin Luther King" thing, what the heck is that?
Since the United States has been the world's number one for so long, its environment and public security must be quite good.
Moreover, Chen Lan had heard about it from her uncles and elders who went abroad to do business since she was a child.
Meilika is a true people's capital, where everyone is sunny, cheerful, and friendly. There is equality for all, no racial knights, and it is the embodiment of an ideal country.
Choosing a Black player to start in this highly simulated Liberty City game is definitely the optimal solution.
It turns out.
Chen Lan made the right choice.
Having chosen the "correct" identity, he spent all his time outside of work partying and reveling at dance clubs every night.
One month swept away more than thirty years of his repression.
It was absolutely awesome!
Working at the docks pays better, and as for what those black guys said, they were just jealous of me!
I do heavy physical labor every day, so I have a strong body odor, and you still advise me not to shower? What else could it be but jealousy that all the girls like me?
Also a month later.
An unexpected event occurred to him.
Halfway through my shower, the bathroom light flickered.
Sizzle, the water stopped.
Chen Lan was washing her hair when a lot of hairspray residue remained on her head.
He was dumbfounded.
How can we just stop like that!
Half an hour later, Chen Lan, unable to stop sneezing, was forced to go out to buy medicine.
His neighborhood was lively at night, with gang fights happening every few days. Fortunately, the black contractor he worked for had influence in the area, and as long as Chen Lan didn't get involved in the disputes, he was unlikely to get involved.
Therefore, he was able to drive smoothly into the city to buy medicine.
Unfortunately, Chen Lan went to many pharmacies, but most of them did not sell antibiotics. The pharmacies that did require him to show a doctor's prescription from a regular hospital.
"Aren't you a pharmacy? Why don't you sell antibiotics?"
"Yes, the doctor's orders, bring them here."
The shop assistant shook his leg, raised one eyelid, and looked disdainful, as if he had expected Chen Lan to be unable to produce the goods.
Chen Lan stood there awkwardly, stammering, "I...I didn't..."
"I'm sorry, we don't have a doctor's prescription or medication."
After the pharmacy clerk finished speaking, he looked Chen Lan up and down, and Chen Lan sneezed a few more times.
The clerk immediately understood the situation, opened a cabinet, and took out a few pills.
"Look at you, it's just the flu, isn't it? I have some cheap medicine here, everyone takes it this way. It works really well."
"What is this?"
"Ibuprofen, an antipyretic and analgesic, costs a few dollars a box, one pill will definitely work."
Chen Lan pursed her lips, about to ask a question, when she saw the shop assistant's sly smile, and her original thoughts were instantly extinguished.
Since the people of Meilika can withstand this medicine, it means it works. But your smile is as creepy as Dongping's. What's going on?
Frightened, Chen Lan ultimately chose to drive to the hospital.
No matter where you are, the hospital emergency room is open at night, and it was an hour later when it was Chen Lan's turn.
"Tell me, what's wrong? Why are you feeling unwell?"
"I feel dizzy and lightheaded, and I'm sneezing. I feel very unwell. Please give me some medicine."
The emergency room doctor turned to look at Chen Lan. Although Chen Lan had changed out of his work clothes, he had not taken off the badge of his faction.
The emergency room doctor's gaze finally settled on his badge, and after a while, he nodded, picked up a pen, and sketched it on a piece of paper.
Then he handed Chen Lan a doctor's order.
"Okay. I'll prescribe some IV fluids for you. Take them over there to pay and get your injection."
"Okay, thank you, doctor!"
Unaware of what was going on, Chen Lan was extremely grateful. During his hour-long wait in line, he could see that most of the people ahead of him who wanted to get an IV drip were refused and turned away by the doctor.
When it was my turn, I was lucky enough to stay.
My luck wasn't too bad today.
When he paid for the injection and saw the bill for nearly $3, Chen Lan's pupils dilated sharply, and his eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.
My whole body went numb.
Once she came to her senses, Chen Lan immediately launched into a tirade of profanities, unleashing a string of profanities containing an extremely high amount of "mother."
The nurse was puzzled: "Why are you like this? Dr. Irwin's consultation fees are always this high. Add in the medication and treatment fees, and it's over twenty thousand dollars!"
Chen Lan blushed even more after hearing this.
Nearly 30,000 dollars, what does that mean?
Converted to RMB, that's 18.8, almost 19.
Three sentences!
You want 188,000 yuan from me in just three sentences? What kind of doctor are you?! You're clearly a beast.
You're even worse at ripping people off than the top-earning professions in China!
What made him even more heartbroken was yet to come.
Four hours have passed.
After receiving the IV drip, Chen Lan did feel much better. He had been so weak before that he looked like someone with myasthenia gravis, but now he at least had the strength to pick up the IV bag and check the contents of the fluid.
Based on Chen Lan's medical experience in China, these kinds of things can be administered via injection or as oral medication.
The effect is so good, one injection and everything is fine, I should definitely buy some oral medication to keep on hand.
To prevent it from happening again.
Little did she know that when she flipped to the section for drug names, Chen Lan blushed instantly.
Immediately contribute 40 points of negative energy to the instance.
The medicine's ingredients were none other than ibuprofen, the very same medicine he had just refused at the pharmacy.