Chapter 13 Parasitism
The next morning at dawn, cries of agony emanated from the Security Hall Pharmacy.
"AH!"
"What are you howling for? I haven’t even started yet."
Li Ang sat behind the desk, looking helplessly at the patient before him.
Just as he had announced yesterday at the entrance of the Pasture Supervisory Office, today marked the reopening of Security Hall. A slanted wooden sign at the entrance bore a paper that read, "Bone injuries only, consultation fee twenty wen, cost of medicinal herbs additional."
Li Ang had chosen bone injuries as the sole service for the first day of business at Security Hall for two main reasons.
First, without antibiotics and a clean medical facility, even performing minor surgeries like lancing an abscess carried a risk of death, not to mention more invasive procedures like appendectomies.
Only small fractures that required minimal intervention and could be managed by repositioning were likely to ensure a high success rate and survival rate.
Of course, "small" fractures were only relatively so. At least the patients sitting on stools waiting in line, hearing the crackling sounds repeatedly, were all turning pale.
"Turn to the side, put your hand on the table, and don’t look at me."
Li Ang instructed the patient to sit sideways and gently asked, "What’s your surname and given name?
Where do you live?