After the separation, the family had a lot of fish and meat every day, and the best was furious

"Along, maybe my illness has really changed again, but I still have two doses of medicine left.

Can I exchange these two doses of medicine for new herbs? I really have no money left, and I am suffering from the pain every day. It is really unbearable. "

The man named A Long pushed a wheelbarrow past Wan Weiran. Wan Weiran could clearly smell that the cart was filled with medicinal herbs.

He sniffed lightly and could tell that the cart was loaded with mulberry branches, angelica dahurica, and some other medicines.

The old man couldn't even stand up straight. He stretched out his wrinkled hands, grabbed the corner of Aaron's clothes, and begged bitterly.

"Along, please, give me a different medicine that works for me."

The man named A Long impatiently pushed the person away and turned to point at the old man.

"Don't bother me. I'll prescribe the medicine you need, just give me the prescription. Since it's already been sold, there are no returns or exchanges. Do you understand?"

The old man really had no money left. His two sons had both joined the army and had no news of them for years. His wife also passed away, leaving him alone.

On weekdays, I weave bamboo baskets and other things to sell.

If the pain wasn't unbearable, he wouldn't have used this little money to buy medicine.

The medicines in the pharmacy are too expensive. Knowing that Aaron has herbs, they sell them at a lower price. Anyway, the pharmacy gets its medicines from the herbal medicine store, and Aaron also gets his medicines from there.

The old man felt that this medicine would have the same effect.

"Along, please help me. Just change it for me this time. My back really hurts. Otherwise, I wouldn't bother you."

Aaron pushed the old man down and warned him with a fierce look.

"Either you use the silver to buy new herbs, or you can go to the clinic and pay a high price for treatment. Don't act pitiful in front of me. I only care about silver."

The people on the street are watching. Everyone is busy with their own lives and no one cares about the elderly.

People like Aaron who sell drugs at low prices can help many ordinary people who cannot afford medicine. Human nature is cold.

Wan Weiran looked from the store to the old man lying on the ground. The old man was lying on his side, holding two medicine bags in one hand and clenching a fist with the other, constantly hitting his back.

He wailed in pain: "Ouch... Ouch..."

Wan Weiran stepped forward, squatted down, and helped the old man up with pity in his heart.

"Old man, how are you? Are you okay?"

When the old man saw Wan Weiran dressed in a wrapped-up outfit, he was instinctively a little scared.

"I'm fine. Wait until I calm down. I'll go home and take my medicine."

"Where is your home? Seeing you like this, I'll take you back."

As he spoke, Wan Weiran lifted the old man's arm and placed it on his shoulder.

He tried to slow down his pace and follow the old man's instructions, helping him all the way to a remote and dilapidated courtyard.

The whole yard was filled with bamboo strips, some bamboo that had not been processed yet, and some newly woven baskets and backpacks.

"I'm home, thank you, young man."

Wan Weiran took the cloth off his head, sat on a stool, and looked at the elderly man living alone in front of him.

"Old man, are you alone in this house? Where are your family members?"

The old man sighed and shook his head helplessly.

"Some family members are dead, and some have no news!"

Hearing this answer, Wan Weiran was stunned. Being soft-hearted, he looked at the old man with more sympathy.

"Old man, I saw that you had severe back pain just now. Why didn't you go to the pharmacy to see a doctor and get medicine, but instead bought medicine from a drug dealer?"

This was something Wan Weiran couldn't understand. When did his Wan family's medicinal materials business become so chaotic?

The old man looked at Wan Weiran and didn't mind that he was dirty and smelly. He even greeted him warmly. He didn't seem like a bad person, so he spoke.

“The medicine in the pharmacy is too expensive, and the consultation costs 15 silver coins. This is an old problem of mine, and I have been taking the same few medicines over and over again.

My financial resources were limited, so I thought I'd take the recipe to A-Long and the others to buy it at a lower price. But who knew, this time, it had no effect at all."

From the old man's words, Wan Weiran noticed the word "they".

It seems that the herbal medicine company gives medicine to more than one person like Aaron. Do these people understand herbal medicine?

Giving random medicines to patients is simply assholery.

"Old man, can I see your prescription and the herbs in your hand?"

The old man didn't care and gave Wan Weiran a prescription in his arms and the two doses of medicine in his hand.

He turned around, picked up a bamboo root, and hit his back with his backhand.

The old man said he had a backache, and Wan Weiran saw that the prescription listed mistletoe, angelica dahurica, cinnamon bark, eucommia bark, aconite root, Achyranthes bidentata, Atractylodes macrocephala, Psoralea corylifolia, and licorice, to be decocted in water.

This prescription is indeed for treating back pain, there is nothing wrong with it.

The dosage is determined by the doctor based on the patient's condition and is not a fixed dose.

But as the old man said, it is impossible that the medicine in this prescription has no effect at all.

Even if the dosage is not accurate, the medicinal properties are there and can definitely relieve the elderly's back pain.

The prescription is correct but has no effect, then there must be something wrong with the herbs.

Wan Weiran opened the medicine bag and used his hands to separate the herbs inside to identify them.

The more he looked, the redder his eyes became. Is this what their Wanshi Trading Company did?

Can they have a clear conscience while earning money through such dishonest means?

"What's wrong, young man? Is there something wrong with my herbs?"

The old man saw Wan Weiran was so angry that his hands were shaking, his eyes and ears were red, and asked in confusion.

"Old man, don't take these two remaining doses of medicine. It won't be good for your health."

Looking at the herbs in the medicine bag, many of them are fake.

The licorice root originally used to neutralize the medicinal properties was replaced by mulberry branches, the white atractylodes was replaced by white peony root, and the Achyranthes bidentata was replaced by burdock root.

It was originally a medicine that could cure pain, but after someone changed the medicine, its properties were completely changed and became very messy.

On the surface, these herbs look similar, but their effects are completely different. Most importantly, these substitutes are very cheap.

After selling it to the patients, they sell the medicine according to the prescription and make a lot of money in the process.

"Hey, this? Young man, isn't this the medicine on my prescription?"

Wan Weiran didn't want to deceive anyone, so he picked out all the fake medicines, laid them out one by one, and told the old man which medicine was replaced.

"Old man, although these are medicinal herbs, they have no effect on your condition, so these two doses of medicine will be of no use to you."

The old man picked up the two packets of medicinal herbs opened by Wan Weiran. Although he didn't know Wan Weiran, the medicine he took had no effect.

"How could this happen? How could this happen? This is all my money. God, do you really want me to suffer so much?"

The old man was hunched over, with tears streaming down his face from his white, cataract-filled eyes.

He just wanted to suffer less before he died. He had not yet received any news from his two sons and did not know whether they were dead or alive.

Will God be satisfied only if he wipes out his last bit of hope of life?