Chapter 783: Deadly Joke (10)

Cold is the most common but annoying disease. Almost everyone in the world has had a cold, but there is still no immediate treatment for this most common disease.

If you go to the hospital with a cold, the doctor will definitely tell you four words, that is, "have a good rest". 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. Most of them go to work with a hoarse voice and a blocked nose. But there is no doubt that this disease that will not have any serious consequences will make people at work very uncomfortable.

Coughing and runny nose are only the mildest symptoms, and headaches and weakness are the most fatal. But no matter what, people living in modern cities have a warm bed to lie on after get off work, and can cover themselves with thick quilts to have a good sleep. If it is serious, they can also go to the hospital for drips, and the worst case is to stay in the hospital for two days.

But now, what does Bruce have?

He only had a tin can, which was not windproof or rainproof, and was so crude as a coffin that it made people want to cry.

Let alone cold medicine, he couldn't even light a fire now. He had no bed, no quilt, and no food.

Bruce knew that he had to leave this cold shallows now. He could already feel that his fingers and toes were almost numb.

Last night, he had planned to make a fire, but he was too tired after working all day. He could fall asleep in such harsh conditions. It was not surprising that he would catch a cold due to the decrease in resistance caused by fatigue.

But now, Bruce had no time to get injections and take medicine. At 8 o'clock this morning, he had to drive to the gang's warehouse to pick up goods. If he was late, he would not be able to settle the bill tonight and had to wait until tomorrow. Then he would have no money to buy food today.

Bruce had to drag his tired body, leave the canned food area, drive a truck, and come to the gang's territory to transport goods.

But in the process of transporting the goods, he found that all the suffering he had suffered before broke out at once.

The cold itself can cause a weak stomach. Bruce drank unclean water before and suffered from mild gastroenteritis. In the past few days, because the truck was very busy, he had no time to boil water. It was good to find a tap to drink water. He also ate whatever he could.

People who have never drunk raw water are very sensitive to unboiled water. People who have never eaten spicy and greasy food are also not receptive to these foods. In addition, the spleen and stomach were weak due to the cold. At noon on this day, Bruce ate a piece of bread and two sausages and drank a glass of cold water. Then he ran to the back of the truck and vomited violently.

Many people know that vomiting is different from diarrhea. Diarrhea is extra weak for a short period of time after diarrhea, but as long as there is energy in the body, it will recover soon. As long as the stomach does not hurt, you can move normally.

But although vomiting will not make you weak immediately, the side effects such as stomach pain, dizziness, nausea, cold sweats, etc. will always be around you. The pain in the stomach is not as sharp as the pain in the intestines, but it lasts longer and the intervals between recurrences are shorter.

After Bruce emptied his stomach, he felt better, but as soon as he got on the truck, he felt that his gastric juice was churning again, and the vague feeling of nausea came up again, making him want to get off.

Bruce, who has learned a lot of medical knowledge, knows that his gastroenteritis is serious again, but even if he wants to give up now, how to return to Wayne Manor is a problem.

More importantly, how can he explain to Alfred why he ran to the slums like a mental patient for several days and then made himself sick?

In real life, if there is no benefit to be gained, no rich man will be willing to integrate into the life of the lower class to experience life. It takes a strong willpower to accomplish this, which is stronger than they think.

Batman never lacks willpower. The more uncomfortable he feels, the more he feels that everything he has experienced may be just the tip of the iceberg, because he understands that his once comfortable life and his intelligence far beyond ordinary people have made his starting point much higher than that of ordinary people.

At least, he can still move freely after catching a cold, vomiting and diarrhea due to gastroenteritis, being tired all day, having no house to live in, no fire to roast, and freezing all night.

Those expensive fitness equipment were not bought in vain, and the rare nutritional supplements that ordinary people could not buy with money were not eaten in vain, but even so, all of this was still being worn away bit by bit, just like the cold wind in the sky and the earth, grinding off the fluff on the body of this young bat that had just left the nest.

Bruce did not go back to the canned food area, because staying there was even worse than staying on the truck. Today's work earned him some money, but he didn't know where to buy food for gastroenteritis.

Bruce thought he had to find a place to see a doctor, but after driving around the East District for so long, he didn't find any pharmacy.

The situation was getting worse and worse. Bruce knew that he had to find a way to turn the situation around, so he stopped a newspaper boy who was delivering something.

These kids were relatively easy to talk to. As long as you give them a little money, they will show you the way. At the beginning, when Bruce was not familiar with the road, they helped a lot.

The newspaper boy looked young, with a round face, which marked him as a very capable child in Gotham. Only when he lived long enough and made enough money could he eat well, and the baby fat on his face They won't disappear because of hunger.

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Bruce's lips were trembling a little, his hands were shaking a little, and his steps were a little difficult, mainly because of cold and weakness, and partly because of stomachache.

Bruce gave the newsboy ten cents. The round-faced newsboy pressed him up and down, and said as if he suddenly realized: "Oh, I know what you are looking for. Come on, come with me, and I will take you there!"

Bruce followed the group and walked into a remote alley. He was not afraid that the newsboy would trick him, because he was carrying a long gun and plenty of bullets in his hand. This was his only source of confidence now.

After twisting and turning through alleys, walking down a cellar, and then up again, they finally came to a basement. Before entering, Bruce smelled a very terrible smell.

When I first smelled it, it felt like a strong smell of smoke. When I smelled it carefully, there was a smell of sesame oil in vegetables, but it was greasier than that. Just smelling this smell, I felt that my nose was filled with oil, and by the end of it When I mixed it, it still smelled like vomiting.

Bruce knew very well what this smell was. Every time he went to catch Constantine, his expensive bat suit would be stained with this smell, and then he would throw it into the trash can.

He turned around and wanted to leave, but an old man immediately stopped him and said, "Hey, it's rare for little chickens to introduce guests here. What's wrong with you? Tell me."

"No, this is not where I want to come." Bruce was very determined to leave, but the old man kept pestering him. He said, "I can see that you are feeling very uncomfortable now. It must be because you have been out of stock recently, right?"

"This is normal. Recently, the Twelve Families have tightened their inspections. No goods are allowed in the car. If the one you often go to goes bankrupt, you can come to my place. I can guarantee that no one will compare with my goods. Better."

"Come and try this." The old man put a cigarette into Bruce's hand and said, "I rolled it just now. It's guaranteed to be fresh. Don't worry, kid, as long as you take a puff, the pain will leave you."

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

"What is it?" The old man was a little confused. He scratched his head and said, "Isn't it just marijuana?"

As he spoke, he looked Bruce up and down and said, "Oh, you are a college student, right? I understand, I understand, you are not used to smoking directly, please wait a moment..."

As he spoke, 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 told you, no one else will have such good stuff like me, you You've come to the right place, boy."

"These are the leftover cigars that were smuggled by the Lawrence family. I took them apart and re-rolled the tobacco leaves. I put enough ingredients in them. You will never buy this kind of good stuff on the market."

"Did you bring a cigar cutter? If not, I can lend it to you, but you can also buy one from me. Although it is not as professional as their guillotine type, it is enough for cutting ordinary goods. ”

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

The old man looked at him in surprise and said, "I am the doctor, where are you going?"

“Are you a doctor??!

Bruce raised his voice and said, "Then you still sell drugs to others?" ? !

"Drugs?" The old man seemed a little unfamiliar with the word. He smiled and said, "We don't usually call it that. This is the medicine we have here. It has first-class pain relief effect. You will know after you try it."

The old man pushed the box to Bruce again and said, "No matter where you feel uncomfortable, as long as you take one, you can fall asleep peacefully."

"You're crazy." Bruce said, "This stuff is addictive. If you smoke it too much, it will cause memory loss, twitching of limbs and even induce epilepsy. Long-term smoking can cause infertility. If the dose is too large, it may cause shock or death. "

The old man took the box back, looked at Bruce and said, "Yes, marijuana cigarettes can cause shock or death, but not pain?"

After speaking, the old man walked to the basement door and opened it. Bruce saw that there were a bunch of people lying around inside the door, some holding cigarettes, some holding water pipes, and some holding pipes. At this time, The room was filled with smoke, and the terrible stench made Bruce take two steps back unconsciously.

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

"I don't accept people who are looking for fun here. If you smoke one cigarette a day, you might as well go to the nightclub next door. There will be beauties rolling cigarettes for you. I am a hospital here. If you are not sick, don't come to me."

The old man spoke very seriously, so seriously that Bruce felt ridiculous. He said, "Are you here a hospital? Do you really know what you are talking about???"

"Of course, if he wasn't sick, he wouldn't come here. This... we all call him 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. Because the cough was so severe and it hurt, I came here for treatment.”

"Well, little Pinat, he fell off the scaffolding some time ago and broke his bones. He didn't have money to pick him up, but the pain was so bad that he couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, so he came to my place for two days and it was fine. I’ve been sleeping soundly lately.”

"And this, we all call her the East Street Widow. Her son died due to an infection due to being caught in the rain. She cried for several days and couldn't feel well. She had to come to me to find some medicine. She is much better now and can stay awake during the day. I can go out to work."

The old man came back again, looked at Bruce, a smile appeared on his rugged face, and said, "I think your symptoms are not very severe and you are very young. If you smoke two pills a day, you will definitely be cured in a week. "

Bruce looked at him blankly and said, "Are all the doctors here like this? The medicines you prescribe are drugs?"

The old man turned around and put the box back on the table. He said, "It's obvious that you are not from here. If you just want to try something new, you'd better leave."

Bruce looked at him. He didn't know why his attitude had changed 180 degrees, but the old man looked at him and showed a somewhat awkward smile. Although he was smiling, he looked like he was crying.

Bruce didn't know if he cried, but he had never seen anyone in Gotham cry.

Finally the old man said:

"This is the only medicine we can find. It will make our death more comfortable. If you still have somewhere 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, your end will only be worse."