The cold, one of the most common, but very bothersome diseases, almost everyone in the world has caught a cold, but it is this most common disease that there is still no immediate cure.

If you go to the hospital with a cold, the doctor will definitely say four words to you, that is, "rest well", in fact, these four words are better than any cold medicine, and the effect of any cold medicine is not as good as your own immunity.

In the fast-paced modern life, few people will take leave because of a cold, and most of them are dumb and blocked their noses, and go to work in the unit with their voices, but there is no doubt that this kind of disease will not have any serious consequences, but it will make people at work very uncomfortable.

Cough and runny nose are only the mildest symptoms, headache and weakness are the most deadly, but no matter what, people living in modern cities, after work, have a warm bed to lie on, can be covered with a thick quilt to sleep well, if it is serious, you can also go to the hospital to hang water, the big deal is to stay in the hospital for two days.

But now, what does Bruce have?

He only has a tin can, which is not windproof or rainy, and as a coffin, it is so simple that people want to cry.

Not to mention cold medicine, he can't even make a fire now, no bed, no quilt, and no food.

Bruce knew he had to get out of the cold shallows now, and he could feel his fingers and toes running out of sense.

Last night, he had planned to make a fire, but he was so tired after a long day of work that it was not surprising that he could sleep in such harsh conditions, and he would catch a cold due to the decrease in his resistance caused by fatigue.

But now, Bruce doesn't have time to get injections and take medicine, this morning, at eight o'clock, he has to drive the car, go to the gang's warehouse to pull goods, if it's late, there is no way to settle tonight, he has to wait until tomorrow, then today, he has no money to buy food.

Bruce had to drag his tired body out of the canning area, get into a truck, and go to the gang's territory to deliver the goods.

But in the process of transporting the goods, he found that all the suffering he had suffered before had exploded together.

The wind chill itself will cause weakness in the stomach, and Bruce drank unclean water before and suffered from weak gastroenteritis, and in the past few days, because the truck is very busy, he can't bother to boil water, it is good to be able to find a faucet to drink water, and the food is also casual lake.

People who have never drunk raw water, the stomach and intestines are very sensitive to unboiled water, people who have never eaten spicy and greasy food, the stomach and intestines do not accept these foods, plus the spleen and stomach deficiency caused by the wind and cold, at noon on this day, after Bruce finished eating a loaf of bread and two sausages and poured a glass of cold water, he ran to the back of the truck, spitting and vomiting,

Many people know that vomiting is not the same as diarrhea, diarrhea is extra weakness for a short period of time after diarrhea, but as long as there is energy in the body, it will recover quickly, and as long as the stomach does not hurt, you can act normally.

However, although vomiting is not immediately weak, side effects such as stomach pain, dizziness, nausea, and cold sweats will always be around, and the pain in the stomach is not as sharp as the intestinal pain, but it lasts longer and the interval between recurrent attacks is shorter. ….

After Bruce emptied the contents of his stomach, he felt better, but as soon as he got into the truck, he felt the gastric juice surging again, and the faint feeling of regurgitation came back to him, making him want to say something.

Bruce, who has learned a lot about medicine, knows that his gastroenteritis is serious again, but even if he wants to give up now, how to get back to Wayne Manor is a problem.

More importantly, how was he going to explain to Alfred why he had to run like a psychopath and spend days in the slums and then get sick?

In real life, if there are no benefits to be gained, there will be no rich people who are willing to integrate into the lives of the bottom people to experience life, and it takes strong willpower to accomplish this, which is stronger than they think.

Batman has never lacked willpower, and the more uncomfortable he is, the more he feels that what he has encountered may be just the tip of the iceberg, because he understands that Zeng

The life of Jing You, and his IQ far beyond ordinary people, make him much higher than the average person.

At least, he was able to move freely after a night of cold, vomiting and diarrhea due to gastroenteritis, being tired all day, having no house to live in, and no fire to bake.

Those expensive fitness equipment were not bought in vain, and the rare nutrients that ordinary people couldn't buy with money were not eaten in vain, but even so, all this was still being consumed little by little, just like the cold wind in the high heavens and the earth, polishing off the fluff on the body of this immature bat that had just left the nest.

Bruce didn't go back to the canning area, because staying there, it was not even as good as staying in the truck, and he had earned some money from a day's work today, but he didn't know where to go to buy food that could be eaten with gastroenteritis.

Bruce felt that he had to find a place to see a doctor, but after driving around the East End for so long, he didn't find a pharmacy anywhere.

The situation was getting worse and worse, and Bruce knew that he had to find a way to turn it around, so he stopped a newsboy who was on his way to deliver something.

The kids were relatively talkative, and if you gave them a little money, they would show you the way, and they were the ones who helped Bruce a lot when he wasn't familiar with the road at first.

The newsboy didn't look very old, and he had this round face, which marked that he was quite a capable child in Gotham, and only by living enough and earning enough money could he eat well, and the baby fat on his face would not disappear because he was hungry.

Bruce's lips trembled, his hands trembled, and he couldn't move a little, mainly from the cold and weakness, and partly from a stomachache.

Bruce gave the newsboy ten cents, and the round-faced newsboy struck him up and down, and suddenly said, "Oh, I know what you're looking for, come, come with me, I'll take you there!"

Bruce followed the huddle and walked down a lonely alley, not afraid that the newsboy would trap him, for he had a spear in his hand and plenty of ammunition, which was the only source of confidence he had now.

Wandering down the alley, down a cellar, and up again, they finally came to a basement, and before they could get inside, Bruce smelled a terrible smell. ….

When I first smelled it, I felt like a strong smell of smoke, and when I smelled it carefully, there was a smell of sesame oil in the dish, but it was more greasy than that, just smelling this smell, I felt that the nasal cavity was covered by oil lakes, and when I got to the end note, there was a smell of vomit.

Bruce knew all too well what the smell was, and every time he went to catch Constantine, his expensive batsuit would get the smell and throw it in the trash.

He turned to leave, but immediately an old man stopped him and said, "Hey, it's rare for chicks to introduce guests here, what's wrong with you?" Let's talk about it."

"No, that's not where I want to be." Bruce was very adamant about leaving, but the old man kept pestering him, saying, "I can see that you're having a lot of trouble right now, it must be because you've been out of stock lately, right?"

"This is also normal, the twelve families have been more strict recently, and the car is not allowed to carry goods, if the one you often go to goes out of business, you can come to me, I can guarantee that no one will be better than my goods."

"Let's try this." The old man shoved a cigarette into Bruce's hand and said, "I just rolled it, make sure it's fresh, don't worry, kid, just take a puff and the pain will leave you."

Bruce took a deep breath, he looked at the cigarette roll, turned to the old man and asked, "Do you know that you are harming others?" Do you know this thing is actually ......?"

"What is it?" The old man was a little confused, he scratched his head and said, "Isn't it ***?"

As he spoke, he looked Bruce up and down and said, "Oh, you're a college student, aren't you? I know, I know, you're not used to smoking cigarettes, you wait a minute......

So saying, the old man walked back to the counter at the door of the basement, took out a box of cigars from the cabinet, opened the box, pointed inside, and said to Bruce, "I said it, no one else will have a good product like me, you have come to the right place, boy."

"These are the remnants of the cigars smuggled by the Lawrence family, I took them apart and re-rolled the tobacco leaves, I put a lot of stuff, you can't buy this kind of good product on the market."

"Did you bring a cigar cutter?" I can borrow you if you don't have one, but you can buy one from me, and it's not as professional as their guillotine, but it's enough to cut some ordinary goods."

Bruce pushed the box away from his hand and said, "No, I didn't want to come here, I wanted to go to the doctor."

The old man looked at him with some surprise and said, "I'm the doctor, where are you going?"

"You're a doctor??!

Bruce raised his voice and said, "Then you're still selling drugs to other people??!

"Drugs?" The old man seemed to be a little unfamiliar with the word, he smiled and said, "We don't usually call it that, this is our medicine here, the pain relief effect is first-class, you can try it."

The old man pushed the box to Bruce again, and said, "Whatever you feel like, just get one and you'll be able to sleep peacefully."

"You're crazy." "This stuff can be addictive, if you smoke too much, you will have memory loss, your limbs will twitch and even induce epilepsy, and if you take it for a long time, it can lead to infertility, and if the dose is too high, it can lead to shock or death," Bruce said. ….

The old man took the box back, looked at Bruce and said, "Yes, *** cigarettes can cause shock or death, so won't it hurt?"

After saying that, the old man walked to the door of the basement and opened the door, Bruce saw that there were a bunch of people lying in the door, some with cigarettes, some with hookahs, and some with pipes.

"Why do you think they're here?" The old man said, "They can't have money and nowhere to spend it, so they have to come and buy my goods, right?"

"I don't accept those who are looking for fun, if you smoke one a day, then you might as well go to the nightclub next door, there will be beautiful women to roll you cigarettes, I am a hospital here, don't come to me if you are not sick."

The old man was serious, so serious that Bruce felt ridiculous, and he said, "You're in the hospital?? Do you really know what you're talking about???

"Of course, if you weren't sick, you wouldn't have come here, this ...... We all call him the old yak......" The old man pointed to a bearded man lying in the room, and he said, "He must have some lung problems, uh...... It could be an infection, or it could be cancer, but I came to my place for treatment because the cough was so bad and painful."

"This, little Pinate, he fell off the scaffolding some time ago, his bones broke, he didn't have the money to pick it up, but he couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, so he came to stay with me for two days, and he was fine, and he slept soundly lately."

"And this, we all call her the widow of East Street, her son died of infection due to the rain, she cried for several days and it was not good, she had to come to me to find some medicine, now she is much better, she can go out to work during the day."

The old man walked back and looked at Bruce, a smile appeared on his ravine-wide face, and he said, "I see that your symptoms are not very serious, and you are very young, you can smoke two cigarettes a day for a week, and you will be fine."

Bruce looked at him a little stunned and said, "Are all the doctors here like this? The medicine you prescribe to people is drugs?"

The old man turned and put the box back on the table, and he said, "You can see that you are not from here, and if you want to taste something fresh, you might as well leave."

Bruce looked at him, not knowing why his attitude had taken a hundred and eighty-degree turn, but the old man looked at him and showed a somewhat jerky smile, although he was laughing, it looked like crying.

Bruce didn't know if he was crying or not, but he had never seen a Gotham tear.

Finally the old man said:

"It's the only medicine we can find, let's die comfortably, and if you still have a place to go, get out of here as soon as possible."

"If you really have nowhere to go, I advise you to cure your illness first, otherwise, you will end up

It's only going to get worse."

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