Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 29 A Neighbor with Medical Skills

Saturday morning.

The coast was still foggy.

The lighthouse keeper stood by the window, muttering a spell softly.

"(Word Spirit) The mist has left."

The mage recited the mantra several times, and the lingering sea fog dissipated. The air was clear and clean like flowing glass. The sunlight fell on the brown and red tiles of the town's houses, and last night's rain still sparkled like pearls.

Lin Bo turned off the lights and took out the whale oil storage tank from the generator set and put it away.

The robot that kept watch with him, Iron Guard One, silently returned to the corner and stood there like a faithful statue.

After locking the doors and windows, Lin Bo got dressed and packed up, then left the lighthouse and headed towards the woods outside Shita Town.

Ever since he upgraded his pharmacist's tongue recognition to Lv3, which makes him immune to all poisons, he set up a daily schedule. Every morning he goes out to taste herbs, at noon he goes to the East Cliff Grottoes to run a dungeon, and then continues to build the mushroom garden. He will not return to the lighthouse until dusk.

The daily work schedule is very full, but I haven't forgotten to practice Mantra Control and Meditation, which I complete while in the dungeon.

Before going to the third floor to kill the elite monsters, meditate for three hours to replenish your energy, complete a meditation practice, pass the dungeon, and complete a mantra control practice.

The dungeon has a hidden opening time limit, and players are not allowed to stay there indefinitely, otherwise they will be forcibly judged dead. Otherwise, Lin Bo would be happy to bring food and clean water and practice in the dungeon for several days and nights.

The proficiency of the Black Snake Meditation Technique is increasing in an orderly manner, and it is not far from upgrading.

As for the Mantra Controlling Technique - Flow, since the proficiency bar is too long, even if you practice it every day, it will take about three months to upgrade.

Relying on his youth and freedom, and not having much wealth or material desires, Lin Bo has the patience.

Not long after he left the house, some townspeople came to visit the lighthouse in search of medical treatment.

He was a fisherman who went out late and came back early. He was still yawning when his wife forced him to see a doctor.

The fisherman's expression and body language did not reveal any sign of happiness. His brows were frowned and he was hesitant. When the couple arrived at the lighthouse, they found that the low wooden door of the yard was bolted and all the doors and windows were closed.

The fisherman breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Aha! The watchman must be asleep now. Let's go home and talk about the doctor later."

The wife refused and grabbed the fisherman's clothes and called out to the night watchman at the lighthouse, but there was no response.

"go home."

"Wait a little longer," cried the wife angrily, "maybe he will be back soon."

A moment later, new visitors arrived. They were a father and son. The gray-haired father was holding the sturdy and rough young man. From a distance, the father could be heard praising his fellow church members and repeatedly reminding the young man to be polite.

"Are you here to see a doctor too?" The old sailor smiled at the fisherman and his wife, a bit complacent. "I saw it with my own eyes the day before yesterday. Qiao Lun's life was dragged back from the clutches of death by the night watchman. With a red-hot iron needle, he pierced the disease away in three strokes."

The wife, unaware of the truth, exclaimed and waited even more eagerly. The fisherman, unaware of the truth, turned pale and begged to go home even more anxiously.

An hour later, the crowd outside the lighthouse had grown larger and larger, with more than twenty people gathered, chattering and talking. After such a long wait, some people inevitably complained, but no one left on their own initiative.

"What are you all doing here?" Granny Wei Li came over with a basket. "The night watchman is collecting herbs in the woods."

She smiled.

Not long ago, a patrolling guard saw the night watchman going to the woods. After they had a brief conversation, they said goodbye. The guard casually told this little thing to the women washing clothes by the well.

Grandma Wei Li hurried home with the wash basin, cut a few slices of bread, spread thick butter on them, boiled two fresh eggs, put the vegetable stew into a ceramic pot, put all the food in a basket, and headed to the woods.

Staggering through waist-high bushes, she saw Lin Bo sitting under a fir tree, sketching a marigold with a notebook.

"Good morning, Ms. Wei Li." Lin Bo put down his pen and paper, stood up and greeted her.

"Night Watchman, won't you go and rest?"

“I don’t sleep much.” Lin Bo had been using meditation instead of sleep at night. “Tell me what you ate this morning? Bread and fish soup?”

Lin Bo took out six salt fish sandwiches wrapped in a napkin from his bag. This was his daytime meal, and he did the same every day.

Grandma Wei Li's lips curled up, pleased with her own foresight. Then, she laid out the food in the basket with a complaint, "I know how sloppy a man living alone can be with his meals. Don't despise an old woman's cooking. Eat."

Lin Bo felt that there was nothing wrong with his diet. Bread was carbohydrates, salted fish was protein and salt, and as for dietary fiber and vitamins, the herbs he usually took at night were already an excess of supplements.

They chatted casually, and only after Lin Bo drank the last mouthful of the thick soup did Grandma Wei Li leave with satisfaction.

Now she came to the lighthouse again with some fresh vegetables, and persuaded the anxious visitors to leave and asked them to come back in the afternoon.

In the evening, it was rare that it didn't rain, but the Bailuo Tavern was even quieter than usual.

The boss looked at the sparse number of customers, his brows furrowed tightly, "Where has everyone gone?"

"I know," waitress Ji Ling said excitedly, "a lot of people are going to the night watchman for medical treatment."

"Why are you so happy?" the tavern owner snorted. "You want to watch the fun, right?"

Ji Ling looked pleading.

"Well, go ahead, but you have to come back after you've seen the fun. You never know when customers will come."

"I know--" the tail end had already disappeared outside the door.

Many patients and their families were wandering in the fields near the lighthouse, and children who had just finished school were chattering and chasing each other in the crowd.

Almost every household was not empty-handed. Tobacco, wine, and food were gifts, as well as cloth and banknotes, which were money for medical treatment.

The wet night watchman appeared from the avenue and saw the dense crowd outside the lighthouse from afar.

Becoming a doctor is not easy, and life after becoming a doctor is even harder.

He stopped, took a deep breath, and then continued to walk towards the lighthouse. The crowd made way for him, everyone stared at him eagerly, and raised the gifts in their hands a little higher so that the night watchman could see them clearly.

These people who do not live in wealth, when showing their sincerity in seeking medical treatment, are like beggar kings and prostitute princesses. Their reserved postures cannot hide their embarrassment.

Lin Bo walked to the low gate of the yard, unbolted it, and smiled as he invited everyone into the yard.

"The lighthouse is too crowded. Let's get treated outside."

He called a strong sailor, moved out tables and chairs, and treated patients in the open air.

Apart from the festival parade, Shita Town had not seen such a fresh and lively scene for a long time. Dozens of people surrounded Lin Bo in three circles.

"Please line up, please line up." Lin Bo waved his hands and shouted, "Patients, line up, family members, step back. A few kind-hearted people, please help maintain order!"

Ji Ling squeezed to the front row and cleverly turned around to act fierce. "Did you hear what the doctor said? Hey, those who don't want to see a doctor can go outside. Those who want to see a doctor can get in line!"

Lin Bo asked the patient to hold out his hand. "As you can see, my conditions here are limited. I don't have any equipment or medicine."

"It's okay, it's okay. If it can be cured, then treat it. If it can't be cured, then forget it." The patient spoke to comfort her, but at the same time revealed some strange expressions, and glanced at the gifts piled in the yard, looking reluctant to leave.

Lin Bo suppressed a smile and said, "Whether it succeeds or not, take the things home later and listen to me, otherwise don't come here again."

"Alas, alas, this is inappropriate..."

"Now, I'm not a doctor, but a neighbor who knows medicine. And you're not here to treat a disease, just to chat with a neighbor. How about it?"

The night watchman did not give anyone room for refusal. He shouted for silence, suppressed the noise around him, and placed his finger on the patient's pulse.

(End of this chapter)