The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

When I picked up the pen and prepared to write this time, I silently calculated the time.

If you count carefully, it has been more than a month since my grandfather passed away.

Now that I have some free time, I will do a simple review and summary of what I have experienced in the past month.

From the moment I made up my mind to live well for my grandfather, I never let tears flow again.

Because I understand that crying is just a way to vent emotions, but life must go on, and we must always look forward bravely.

I feel that in the past month or so, I have undergone many earth-shaking changes.

Perhaps, there has been a major change in my state of mind.

I always feel that there is no need to write down some things neatly in a notebook every day, as that seems a bit too long-winded.

After burying my grandfather, I fell into a long period of depression.

During those days, the sadness and loss in my heart followed me everywhere.

Later, I took the money I had saved up and went to the clinic in the small town to see a doctor.

But before seeing the doctor, I dressed myself up beautifully.

The facts ultimately proved that my choice was extremely correct.

People in the small town have always been treated differently. I knew this when I was selling scrap.

I took a shower, put on some new clothes, and walked towards the town.

This time, I want to visit the scrap metal selling place that my grandfather and I often go to, hoping to learn something.

Coincidentally, there I actually saw those people who appeared at our door at that time.

I suddenly had an idea and made an excuse, saying to them, "Have you seen an old man with a white beard selling scrap? I had something that he accidentally took away."

After saying that, I took out some money.

I guess they didn't recognize me at first because of the clothes I was wearing and my clean skin. Maybe they thought I was a kid from a rich family.

They took the money and said to me with a smile, "That old man doesn't sell scrap here anymore. He goes to a place farther away."

Haha, so this is why grandpa has a fever?

They threatened us that we couldn’t sell our products here, so we had to go somewhere farther away.

Well, I see.

I took out pens of different colors and wrote heavily on the notebook.

Now let's get back to myself.

I went to the small town clinic to see a doctor. In order to prevent the doctor from talking nonsense to me and telling me all this and that, I simply paid double the money to make him give up the idea.

Dark eyes, weakness, pale lips, the answer given to me is anemia.

I told him to think about the most serious issue.

Hemorrhage.

As we age, the blood metabolism in the body slows down until no blood is produced for circulation. It is impossible to cure the disease, and we can only delay it in the early stages, and the disease will still occur.

Until now, no one has been able to cure this disease.

No wonder, they say it's waiting to die.

I am very curious why people insist on emphasizing that no one can cure this disease.

When something unknown appears, all they want is to rely on the achievements of others.

Since no one can succeed, why can't that person be me.

But fortunately, this disease becomes more serious as you get older. I am still very young, so there should be enough time.

A race against death?

It's kind of interesting.

Then the path of studying medicine is a must.

I asked the doctor if there was a pharmacy nearby, as private clinics like this definitely need to stock up on medicine.

After spending a little money, I finally managed to find out the location of the pharmacy.

I followed the doctor's instructions and went to a pharmacy. With my good looks and clear and pleasant voice, I successfully got a job as a handyman.

Gradually, I successfully won the love and trust of the pharmacy owner and customers.

When they learned that my home was far away from here, they kindly let me sleep in the store, which was exactly what I had been looking forward to.

Every time the owner of the pharmacy goes home, I take the initiative to ask them not to clean up the traces of herbal medicine on the table and let me take care of it.

In fact, I wanted to collect them secretly and practice with them after everyone had left.

I took another notebook and wrote down in detail the process of them preparing the prescription that I had secretly seen in the morning, and then practiced diligently with the leftovers.

As for why they trust me so much, it’s because I behave very well, go to bed on time, and never cause them any trouble.

In this way, I kept trying and learning hard.

Over time, I have been able to make most of the herbs.

There are also many books here, and I keep reading and studying when I don’t sleep at night.

Don’t be fooled by what I wrote on paper. In fact, only I know the pain inside.

Every day I have to pay close attention to my physical condition, but I can't let others notice my abnormality. No one will let someone who can collapse at any time do the work.

I also had to control my diet and not eat anything except the essential nutrients needed to stay alive.

Although this may be painful, it can slow down the growth of the body.

However, I heard a piece of news recently.

It is said that there is a train here that goes to other places...?

To be honest, I don’t know much about this thing, because most of the books here are about medicine.

I think if I had the chance to sit, I could definitely go far away and maybe even find a cure for blood loss.

So after I finished reading all the medical books, I decided to leave here and start wandering around to find a way to cure blood loss.

Free and alone.

Oh, by the way, before I leave, I have one more thing to do - take revenge on these old guys!

Why not wait for a better day? Let’s do it today! I’ll continue writing when I get back.

……

Well, that feels really good.

Watching these guys hand over all the money they had to me, this money was enough to fund my next trip.

I originally thought of just poisoning them to death, but doing so would likely implicate other people, so I had to find another way to retaliate against them.

Just as I expected, these old guys just like to take advantage of small things.

I just happened to pass by a stall and was hungry, and I had prepared some seasonings in advance that would not give me diarrhea if I ate them alone, so I accidentally dropped it on the ground on my way home.

It all just happened so perfectly.

Seeing them rolling around on the ground holding their stomachs, I felt secretly happy.

The antidote they were sold at a high price was not very effective, but it was enough to make their stomachs uncomfortable for a month.

I'm not a good kid, I'm a bad kid.