Li Xiaofeng is full of confidence, thinking that when it is time for him to show his talents, the most effective and significant way to gain prestige in the world is to hang the pot to help the world.

Everyone knows that people can't get sick if they eat whole grains, and what should they do if they get sick? Find a doctor! It doesn't matter if you are a dignitary or a vicious, be honest in front of the doctor. I think that one of the most important links of various god-making movements back then was to cure diseases and save people.

Whether it is Jesus, the vast god with divine powers, or Hong Xiuquan who pretends to be a ghost, or Huang Feihong, who is famous in the film and television industry, they all know the wonders of it, even if it is obviously the level of selling strong pills, they have to package themselves as medicine to get rid of the disease, and the living dead heal the bones of the Xinglin Supreme.

Of course, Li Xiaofeng is not selling dog skin plasters, although he has never studied medicine, but he has never eaten pork and never seen a pig run? When my brother has watched all these American dramas in vain, what "Anatomy", what "Doctor House", what "The Story of the Emergency Room", my brother's medical knowledge was abused by the editors season after season, you guys are killing these days, can you not be so bloody!

"It's pneumonia!" A certain immortal swore and said.

Zhao Yunxia expressed a strong question about this: "How do you know that Lu Dao is pneumonia?" ”

This is really not Zhao Yunxia raising the bar, it is really a certain immortal's diagnostic methods are too advanced, and no one will trust a doctor who neither asks about the symptoms nor examines the condition, but just glances at the patient casually with his hands behind his back, not to mention that this so-called doctor still claims to be self-proclaimed. That is, someone has a high reputation among Chinese workers, and someone else is estimated to have been beaten by angry workers and cannot take care of themselves.

"Trust me, that's right! This is pneumonia! Li Xiaofeng wanted to tell the other party that his brother was an immortal, and although he couldn't do anything except peeping after opening the eyes of heaven, it was still easy to see Ren Fuchen's cardiopulmonary function. Look at the staphylococcus bacteria in the lungs, and change to a guy who is more than someone else will know that this is pneumonia.

Li Xiaofeng said easily, Zhao Yunxia had gone through a battle between heaven and man, and after a long time, there was really no better way, so he had to accept this result: "Then how to treat it?" ”

"Injection!" A certain immortal was succinct, "Penicillin or cephalosporin!" Take care of it for a week! ”

Is he right? There should be no problem, both penicillin and cephalosporin are symptomatic. But immortals don't cure diseases with long sleeves and use immortal power to get it, so why use human medicine? Li Xiaofeng is not like this, not to mention that the consumption of using immortal power to treat diseases is too great, and he can't afford to toss it with his current half-immortal body.

And even if you can do this, someone has to pay attention to the impact, just send a person to a random person like a qigong master, and someone has to believe it! Even if someone is really better than a qigong master, he is serious about 800 years to gain prestige, and it is too godly and not conducive to his future political career. Maybe in the future, when he is liquidated, he will have to buckle a feudal superstitious hat.

But the most critical question now is not whether the treatment plan of a certain immortal is right, but that in this era, let alone cephalosporin, there is no penicillin, and what is the point of the plan to be symptomatic, isn't it why not eat minced meat.

"What are penicillins and cephalosporins?"

This question is really impossible for an immortal to answer, and he finally remembered that it seems that penicillin G was first discovered in 1928 and isolated and purified in 1941. As for cephalosporin, well, this one appeared much later, and it will come out in another fifty years.

Whether it is fifty years or more than ten years, Ren Fuchen can't afford to wait, and according to his condition, he can consider holding a memorial service in ten days at most. If you change to other traversals, it is estimated that you can only think about life like Ba Shen, and deeply review why you are not studying medicine, or why you didn't catch a few chemists and biologists immediately after crossing over. A certain immortal would not be so harsh on himself, his purpose as a human being has always been lenient with himself, isn't it penicillin and cephalosporin? If there is no one in this era, then brother will let him have it. …,

God said there should be light, and there was light. Can you be honest with God and ask him what the old man is doing with the light, and how does the light come from? It's good to ask people who are in a hurry if they don't take lightning to hack you, and in the same way, a certain immortal said that if you want penicillin, then you will have penicillin. Do you dare to ask him?

Rest assured, you won't be struck by lightning. If someone doesn't know how to hit the Dafa with five thunders, if you are in a bad mood at the time, you will be at most K into a pig's head, if you are in a good mood, a certain immortal will take out a cornucopia to show: "Produced by Heavenly Court, it must be a high-quality product!" ”

One gram of gold and one gram of penicillin are not expensive, but whether it is expensive or not is not the main problem, the key problem is that a certain immortal does not know how to give injections. Seriously, there is a way to specialize in the art industry, and the gods are good at pretending to be gods and ghosts, and it is normal for people to work with a very technical content such as injections.

What's more, there are many people who don't know how to inject in this world, and the old friend who graduated from a famous medical school of an immortal in the previous life will not have this skill, according to his words, injection is a matter of nursing profession, our internists only need to move their mouths, surgeons only need to use the knife, residents like Brother Mo are miscellaneous coolies and machines for writing medical records, and you should still find a nurse for injections that have no technical content!

However, a certain immortal patted his chest and let out a big word, for the group of people around him who were watching in a complex electromagnetic environment without knowing the truth, he was embarrassed to say that his brother really hadn't practiced this, how about you who first accompany your brother to practice this skill? After practice, let's conduct clinical testing.

Now he can only catch ducks on the shelves, and it can't be said that the prelude of a certain immortal who came on the field for the first time is still very good, whether it is dispensing or disinfection, especially the action of nourishing air from the needle tube is both physical and spiritual, so that the onlookers who don't know the truth have the idea of looking up to the mountains.

Of course, a certain immortal is also at this level, when he strangled Ren Fuchen's wrist with a rubber band, looked at the bulging cyan veins and the needles that flashed with cold light, he didn't know how to do it for a while. Especially when the hot gaze of the soy sauce crowd swept to his face, a feeling of being a thief was spontaneous.

Fight! Isn't Nima just a vein! Anyway, no one will die, and the Goza arteries are not afraid!

A certain immortal mustered up his courage and pushed it in with a needle, not to mention that the blind cat met the dead mouse, and this grandson actually succeeded. I don't know if Lu Dao should sigh at the good luck of this guy, or sigh at the good luck of Ren Fuchen. All in all, the masses were satisfied with a certain immortal and comfortable.

In the unanimous praise of the masses, a certain immortal is like a general who has returned victoriously, the proud and the proud. However, these are all superficial phenomena, in fact, a certain immortal is also up and down in his heart, and subconsciously he always feels as if he has done something very important.

However, everyone also knows that a certain immortal's memory has always been bad, and he was praised so much that he quickly put this little worry out of his mind, and in his opinion, he solved the problem of Ren Fuchen, and then it was time to get down to business.

The so-called business, that is, recruiting security guards, according to the idea of a certain immortal, there are not too many people, two classes are enough, anyway, the editorial department of the "Voice of Russia" is not a national key secret unit, as long as it is ensured that the staff of the editorial department are not beaten during working hours. As for after work, you think you are the president of the United States and can enjoy 24-hour security services?

Although the work is simple, a certain immortal is not completely picky, and the security guard must have the appearance of a security guard, like the later Harmony Country wearing a light blue uniform and twisting a rubber stick, and he doesn't want a security guard who is so obscene that he has a fight with Junichiro Koizumi.

Someone admired more the group of people who were also wearing blue uniforms and hanging the chengguan sign, that was the real warrior, and the little thing on the street was not as uneven as these brothers. With them, Li Xiaofeng dared to guarantee that the editorial office of "Voice of Russia" would be impregnable in the future. …,

Therefore, in terms of materials, only the kind of Chinese workers who are face-crossing, tall and mighty, and are not good people at first glance can be selected. However, what made a certain immortal wonder was that he didn't have any murderous spirit at all when he changed into a city control uniform for the brothers of Xiami, could it be said that this job was really only suitable for the brothers on the road?

Looking at a group of majestic and righteous chengguan walking by, Li Xiaofeng felt that it was really unpleasant, and it was really like what Zhu Shimao said: "We have thick eyebrows and big eyes, even if we wear the clothes of traitors, it is also an underground party!" ”

This is not good, Li Xiaofeng is very worried that the deterrent power is not enough, and there is no gangsterism, how can he suppress those thugs of the Black Centurion Group? Gangsterism, gangsterism, how can there be gangsterism? It's too late to recruit bandits on the spot, and you can only figure out a way from the bandits' clothing. Each person was given an eye mask to make up a one-eyed dragon, or they all shaved their heads, and tattooed two ribbon fish on their chests, no, they were two dragons playing with pearls.

This is also a solution, that is, the master of the Petrograd tattoo is not easy to find, and the Chinese brothers are afraid that they will not be happy, and it is not beautiful to provoke a mutiny. Is there an easier and faster way to dress up as a bandit?

As soon as a certain immortal's eyes rolled, he thought of stockings, which were cheap, and it was impossible to put them on his head and not admit that he was a bandit, but it was said that it was very difficult to take them off, and the image was indeed a little obscene. Forget it, settle for the second, one person will be issued a black hood, that is, the kind that only leaves three holes, which is both warm and deterrent, cheap and sufficient, it is him!

Just when a certain immortal was very happy to solve the problem of clothing, Zhao Yunxia rushed out in a panic in the barracks behind him, and involuntarily pulled a certain immortal who thought he was clever into the tent, and asked in a voice full of anger and impatience:

"Comrade Andre, what kind of injection did you give Brother Ren, you see that Brother Ren is dying!"

Li Xiaofeng responded to the prestige, only to see that Ren Fuchen, who was originally flushed, now had a blue face, purple lips, and a constant twitch and trembling all over his body, as if he was about to suffocate.

There was a boom of thunder, and some of the immortals who realized it later finally remembered what they had forgotten earlier. Nima, I forgot to do a skin test, it's penicillin allergy!