After waiting for a while, several drunken liaison officers finally appeared.

These liaison personnel are all old men left behind by Henry, but they are not core personnel, they are part-time personnel hired near the docks.

After all, it takes months for Chinese workers to get lucky, and it is too wasteful to hire regular workers.

Although they are not full-time employees, they are familiar with the work, and they use sticks to drive the Chinese workers off the ship like sheep, and then concentrate on the outer edge of the docks.

There was a shed there, and the Chinese laborers had to wait for Prash's carriage to arrive.

"How can there be a dead man?"

The drunken liaison officer couldn't help frowning when he saw the middle-aged man Mo Bai carrying until the Chinese workers got off the boat.

Mo Bai refused to let go of Xia Zhixin just now, and no one cared about him after receiving a few sticks.

Although he couldn't understand foreign language, he could guess what was going on.

These damn people seem to want to stir things up again.

Mo Bai bit his lip, and he had already made a plan in his heart.

If they really want to throw Mr. Xia away, they are desperate and have to escape with him.

As for where to go,

I don't know if there are any wild vegetables that can be eaten in Citigroup......

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These liaisons do have a similar role to Renyazi, charging a small intermediary commission.

In their opinion, the buyer paid the transportation fee to these crew members on a capitation basis, and pulled the dead man over to make up the amount, isn't this a false money?

Even human teeth have a work ethic.

Naturally, I have to pick this thing out.

"Where is this dead man!" It was the first mate who jumped again.

But this time from the paying side to the charging side, his words are completely different, "This Chinese is just suffering from heat stroke, do you know, these yellow-skinned monkeys are particularly tenacious, just like those nasty cockroaches!" ”

As he spoke, he also stepped forward and patted Xia Zhixin's face, who let out a vague muffled snort.

"You see, he's still alive, and in a few days, the yellow man's magical immunity will be able to make him recover!"

"Impossible!"

Who knew that the drunkard liaison who looked very unreliable suddenly stepped forward and rolled Xia Zhixin's eyelids, listened to the sound against his back, and knocked on his lungs very professionally.

"This Chinese is dead, this is a serious lung infection, and there is no effective treatment at the moment."

When he said this, this drunk man actually exuded a professional temperament and a proud look.

"You're a doctor?"

The sailors were taken aback.

In the United States, doctors are synonymous with the rich, and they are the ones they cannot afford to offend.

But the down-and-out drunk man in front of him doesn't look like a doctor no matter how he looks at it.

"Doctor?"

The drunk smiled bitterly and shook his head, "That's right, I used to be a doctor, and a military doctor!" But the damned Yankees ruined everything! ”

Then, there was the babbling swearing, probably how professional and excellent he was.

Later, while serving in the Northern Army, a lightly wounded captain was treated using a combination of pigeon droppings and bloodletting.

Who knew that this Yankee could not enjoy the fruits of science and the gospel of God, and hiccups after only one day.

And because the doctor named Porter was a native of South Carolina, he was suspected of being a Southern rebel party dissatisfied with the federal government.

So he was not only kicked out of the army by having his medical license revoked, but he was almost killed.

Potter could have sworn that he would have liked Lincoln to die, and that the federal forces had been defeated.

But the use of pigeon droppings and bloodletting therapy, which is very scientific, in line with the medical scheme of the spirit of Hippocrates.

These Yankees are blatant slander!

After pouring a bitter water, Potter finally cursed: "Such a serious lung infection, this Chinese is dead, even Jesus can't keep him, I said this!" ”

Hearing this, the sailors also knew that there was no point in hiding it.

Although they were not doctors, they saw a lot of dead people on board.

Who will die and who will live, they probably know it at a glance.

This Chinese is really hopeless.

I originally wanted to reuse the waste, but now when I meet a professional, I can only dispose of it directly.

Thinking so, the captain waved his hand, and several sailors stepped forward to throw the man back into the cabin.

Littering bodies in dock waters can result in hefty fines.

"Don't come here!"

"Mr. Xia is not dead, Mr. Xia is a good person, he will definitely live a long life!"

Mo Bai was like a red-eyed calf, desperately protecting Xia Zhixin.

Many of the Chinese workers on the side couldn't bear to turn their heads.

But there were also a few hot-blooded men who stepped forward and wanted to help.

After all, there are many Chinese workers, and the white sailors are also afraid of it.

The first mate hurriedly shouted in Chinese: "Don't get excited, this person is dying, the dead body will spread the plague, and you will all be finished by then!" ”

The first mate's words made the Chinese hesitate.

People in Citigroup Country have no relatives, if they really catch the plague, it is really a day that should not be used, and the earth is not spiritual.

However, at this moment, the Chinese uncle, who was cleaning the street on the side, and had no sense of existence, suddenly raised his head: "This is not necessarily, the newly opened Baozhitang Medical Center on the street has a palace doctor sitting in it, and he will definitely be able to take care of this disease." ”

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This Baozhitang is naturally not the traditional Chinese medicine hall opened by Huang Feihong in Guangzhou.

His behind-the-scenes boss is His Majesty Zhu Fugui.

There are two main reasons why such a clinic was opened in Port Angeles.

First, Zhu Fugui had been here before and found that there were unusually many Chinese in this busy wharf, including Gaishi Town on the other side, and the total number of people may add up to tens of thousands.

The number of Chinese in Vancouver, Canada, far exceeds the number of Chinese in the Seattle area of the United States.

Therefore, the opening of a medical clinic here is conducive to uniting the local Chinese and building prestige among the Chinese community for future use.

The second is to facilitate the monitoring of the piglet trade in Port Angeles.

So far, it seems that both goals of this Baozhitang have been accomplished very well.

This is not unrelated to the good reputation of Bao Zhi Tang.

But in fact, this is a medical clinic that sells dog meat on the head of a sheep.

As a Chinese, Zhu Fugui certainly has a special affection for traditional Chinese medicine.

But objectively speaking, it is unrealistic to quickly open up the reputation of traditional medicine.

Whether it is Zhu Fugui himself, or the miscellaneous fish under his command, no one has such ability.

In fact, in the old man's mouth, the palace doctor of Baozhizhai is Li Chunfa and the old eunuch Li.

The person in charge of Baozhi Zhai's daily life is Li Fuming, the newly adopted son of the nursing shift and the old eunuch Li.

This Li Fuming is one year younger than Zhu Fugui.

Even if you are more clever, it is impossible to hold down the field.

Bao Zhi Zhai's reputation is based on the old eunuch Li's consultation once every half a month.

During this time, the old eunuch Li suddenly learned a lot of medical books.

But it's basically an amateur nine-dan stinky chess basket.

But it doesn't matter.

His image, that voice, poke and stop there, he is a miracle doctor who is rich in learning, hanging pots to help the world, and has countless living people!

Not to mention that Zhu Fugui also packaged Lao Li Eunuch according to the image of Wu Renji, Xiongfengshan and others.

Although he said that he was a monarch and a minister, a combination of yin and yang, and cooperated with him to look and hear, but in fact, Old Eunuch Li was basically a barefoot doctor who was not very qualified.

The practice of medicine did not rely on a few medical texts memorized by surprise, but on the "Barefoot Doctor's Handbook 1963 Edition".

But that's what the local Chinese eat.

As the saying goes, distance produces beauty.

When I was in China, everyone looked at Dr. Yang and felt that the level was high.

There are not a few people who go abroad but believe in old experts in traditional Chinese medicine.

With Xiaoqinglong soup (penicillin lotion), Buzhong Yiqi Pill (Luo Huoxi wrapped in beeswax), Tianwang Buxin Pill (nitroglycerin tablets)...... and so on, the powerful power of a series of palace secret medicines, Doctor Li doesn't say that the medicine will cure the disease, at least he will kill all his peers in seconds.

Doctors who abused antibiotics, hormones, and vitamins, and surpassed their time for a hundred years, landed in the United States ahead of schedule.

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