Plane Supermarket

Chapter 107

Mrs. Hou was lying on a single bed. She had never slept on a bed off the ground. Compared with this tent and bed, the wound on her shoulder seemed insignificant. The young and haggard doctor unbuttoned her clothes and cleaned Blood and dirt around the arrow.

The moment she drew the arrow, Madam Hou finally couldn't help arching her body.

She curled up like a shrimp that couldn't help herself.

Prince Chen Rui was carried out by Feng Ling before Zhou Yuanhe could do anything.

After treating the wound, Mrs. Hou was sweating all over. She looked up at the top of her head and gasped continuously.

Zhou Yuanhe warned: "Don't eat hair during this time, I will change the dressing before the wound is completely healed, and you can't touch the water, just wipe it with a wet handkerchief if you want to take a bath."

Madam Hou gave a soft "hmm", and after a while she asked, "Doctor, have you stitched up my wound?"

Zhou Yuanhe applied local anesthesia to Mrs. Hou, but Mrs. Hou didn't know whether it was because of her constitution or other reasons. The normal dose did not make her shoulder lose feeling, but she didn't open her mouth until she pulled out the arrow. Zhou Yuanhe didn't know.

However, the wound must be debrided and sutured immediately after the arrow is pulled out, and there is no time for anesthesia.

Mrs. Hou survived completely by her own will.

Zhou Yuanhe nodded: "Yes."

Madam Hou took a few deep breaths, and she almost forced a question through her teeth: "Doctor Chen Guo, is it possible?"

Zhou Yuanhe knew what she was asking, nodded and said, "Yes, you can use sheep gut and silk thread."

It was probably the first time that Zhou Yuanhe saw that the anesthesia did not have any effect, and he was able to support the patient who pulled out the arrow and sutured by himself, so he paid two more respects to Mrs. Hou: "However, your sanitary conditions and surgical facilities are not up to standard. Even if the thread is made, it is unlikely that you can save your life by suturing, and your needles are not good either."

Mrs. Hou had a splitting headache and her whole body fell apart, but she still said, "Thank you, doctor, it's better to have a solution than nothing."

Zhou Yuanhe nodded: "Your current problem is low productivity. Most of the people are bartering, and the value of currency is unstable. Even if you think of many things, you can't implement them. It is difficult to make progress in medical development."

There was no medicine at that time, and doctors could only prescribe medicines based on experience. Sometimes even if the patient was cured, the doctors did not know which medicine cured the other party. All the medicines that have been taken are prescribed again.

Few are cured, but many are put to death.

More often, patients have minor ailments and can recover without treatment on their own.

Although Zhou Yuanhe is a western doctor, he is not ignorant of Chinese medicine.

Regardless of Western medicine or Chinese medicine, a large number of cases, or human lives, are required to fill in the development.

Western medicine did not have a system from the very beginning, it had all kinds of top-notch instruments, and when it first started to operate on people, it could also sell tickets. The doctor performed the operation on the stage, and a crowd of spectators watched.

There was an operation in which three people died. The doctor who performed the operation cut off two fingers of the assistant because of his "too fast hand speed". A spectator suffered a heart attack from fright and died on the spot.

An operation with a mortality rate of [-]% is absurd, but it can also be regarded as the only way for the development of medicine.

Better to have treatment than to have none.

In the era of cold weapons, many soldiers did not die on the battlefield, but died after the war, with wound infection or bleeding.

It is possible to suture to stop bleeding, even if the technology and conditions are not in place, it is always good to have a way.

Zhou Yuanhe said: "I will hand over the suture needles I use to your craftsman and let him imitate them."

Madam Hou struggled to support her body, and thanked Zhou Yuanhe: "Thank you, doctor."

Zhou Yuanhe glanced at her, turned and walked out of the tent.

Madam Hou finally fell into a drowsy sleep.

But she didn't sleep soundly. In her dreams, those "private persons" who bribed the soldiers for her and sent her out of the palace would always appear in front of her eyes.

Or those soldiers who died under arrows in order to escort her and the crown prince out of the palace.

The tip of her nose still had a strong smell of blood.

It cannot be dissipated anyway.

She had never seen a dead person before, and before she was married, even if her father and brother wanted to deal with their servants, they would always be dragged out.

After getting married, she entered the palace, and like Chen Hou, she never left Linzi City again, and the maids around her were all her sisters.

These sisters are all her father's children, but their mother is a slave, so they can't be a noble girl like her.

But they grew up together, and their relationship is no worse than that of sisters. Even if they make mistakes, she is reluctant to punish them, let alone kill them.

Life or death is very easy in the mouths of the Gongqing family, but many of them have never killed anyone with their own hands, or even seen someone die with their own eyes.

Just a word, and someone will do things for them.

Madam Hou was woken up in a nightmare. The pain and shock made her have a splitting headache.

"Mother!" Just as she woke up, Chen Rui ran in from outside the tent. At some point, he changed into the clothes worn by the "immortal", revealing his thin arms and legs, and his hair was tied up, like a little girl.

Mrs. Hou could only force herself to sit up and smiled at the child.

But she has a big mountain in her heart, and she doesn't know if those "eunuchs" are still alive.

The soldiers are dead, and she can only take care of their families later.

But she hoped that the "eunuchs" would survive and give her a chance to repay her kindness.

·

Ye Zhou waited from noon until it was dark, and finally waited until the palace gate opened from the inside.

The moment he opened the door, what he saw was not the majestic royal palace he had imagined. It may have been considered luxurious in this era, but it was nothing compared to the Forbidden City in Beijing, not even the palace.

When he looked in, he could only see bungalows connected by paths made of stone slabs.

The tallest building is nothing more than a hall supported by dozens of pillars.

At this time, the palaces were full of corpses.

Chen Yan was covered in blood, and the leather armor on his body was soaked in the blood of the enemy, and the soldiers behind him did not give in.

In the palace, there are only shivering maids and eunuchs hiding in the corner.

"Immortal." Chen Yan quickly walked in front of Ye Zhou, he was a little embarrassed and ashamed, "Now that the palace is chaotic, why not go to the post shop first to settle down? Shangpinju is the largest post shop in Linzi, and all the rich merchants and nobles come and go in his house Whether it's furnishings or anything else, it's no worse than a palace."

Ye Zhou didn't agree, but instead said, "I just need a piece of land."

Chen Yan quickly said: "Yes, yes, your majesty has given orders. I will ask someone to take you to the land you want. It must be a good place."

Ye Zhou still has to do business. Chen Hou is probably busy with internal affairs during this time, so Ye Zhou is not in a hurry.

Anyway, Chen Hou didn't have the guts to renege on his debts. Before that, Ye Zhou could get more wool from the powerful, and after getting enough of them, open the supermarket for ordinary people to buy.

Chen Yan asked a pair of soldiers to escort Ye Zhou and the others. As for Mrs. Hou...

Chen Yan: "Madam should be inseparable from doctors now, most palaces in the palace cannot live in people, and it is not good to ask doctors to stay in the palace."

As he said that, Chen Yan took out a piece of jade from his arms: "This is the jade that Marquis Wu wore in the past, please accept it from the immortal."

Ye Zhou glanced at Cao'er, and Cao'er immediately stepped forward to take the jade.

Ye Zhou: "Then I will take Mrs. Hou away, where is the prince?"

Chen Yan whispered, "It's better for the prince to be with his mother."

I don't know how many people from the public and aristocratic families participated in this rebellion. No matter how good-tempered Chen Hou is, he can no longer swallow his anger. Otherwise, he will take a step back when he takes a step forward, and one day he will be unable to retreat.

No matter what, he couldn't back down this time, even if the members of the public clan were his blood relatives, he had to do it.

Ye Zhou nodded slightly: "You have worked hard."

Chen Yan quickly said: "No, no, no, it's not hard, the immortal is hard, the immortal is hard."

Ye Zhou waved his hand lightly: "You guys are busy."

Ye Zhou knew that if he didn't leave, Chen Yan wouldn't be able to turn around first, so he asked Xiaobing to wait first after he finished speaking.

He, Zou Ming and the others rode horses, and let Mrs. Hou, mother and son, take the carriage.

Mrs. Hou can't move now, so Chen Shu can only carry her into the carriage.

Although Mrs. Hou didn't say anything, Zhou Yuanhe still felt that for women in this era, being hugged by a man who is not a relative is probably unacceptable.

Chen Rui was right next to his mother. He didn't really need anyone to lead him. He took every step very well and was very stable.

Ye Zhou will observe Chen Rui intentionally or unintentionally——

Zou Ming also noticed Ye Zhou's gaze, rode his horse and walked beside Ye Zhou, and asked softly, "Like it?"

I don't know whether he is asking if he likes Chen Rui or children.

Ye Zhou smiled and said, "I'm just curious, is he learning what adults look like, or already knows what adults look like."

Zou Ming said calmly: "If you read a lot, even if you don't understand it, you can learn it."

Ye Zhou heard the implication of this sentence: "You were also a little adult when you were young?"

Zou Ming shook his head: "It's not that I'm sensible, it's just that I understand the rules of survival."

Children's learning ability is very strong, they are like animals, they can distinguish the pros and cons of a thing for themselves.

No matter how ignorant children are, they also know who to turn to when they get into trouble, and who to turn to when they need help. They don't need to understand the principles of all this, and they don't need to think about it. They just rely on instinct.

Before Zou Ming learned how to read, he already knew clearly that the only thing he could rely on was his fist and the knife in his hand.

But he was too young at that time, even if he had the courage and determination to kill, he didn't have the strength to compete with grown men.

When he was caught, he knew clearly that these people would not give him a chance to grow up.

What is valuable on the little boy?

Only organs.

The prostitution of the lower classes is real prostitution, and it is a lucky thing to get money if they are sleepy, and more often they are dragged away and locked up like pigs waiting to be slaughtered. They can still live, but forever No food, no freedom.

When the upper class needed their bodies, they would be taken away, disemboweled, and their internal organs would be put into other people's bodies to continue their lives.

And their original owners will only be thrown into the tunnels one by one, and no one will cover them with a handful of soil.

That was originally his future.

Zou Ming has no parents, or once had, otherwise it cannot explain why he did not die when he was a baby.

As long as he can remember, he has been in the slums, and his ears and eyes are full of battles that lose humanity and dignity. People in the slums will fight over a biscuit with green hair.

Couples are sometimes pimps and prostitutes, and their children are their cargo.

His luck was good. An old courtesan took a fancy to him and wanted him to take care of her until the end of her life, so she adopted him and gave him a place to live and shelter from the wind and rain.

But the prostitute was too old, and before he could even develop a relationship with her, she died very quickly.

She didn't have much savings, and left nothing to Zou Ming except for a broken house built of iron sheets.

Since then, Zou Ming has become a lonely ghost in the slums. There are some things he never told Ye Zhou.

His food source is very single, killing people.

Those upper class people occasionally come to the slums, maybe the upper class of the base is the same, they have had enough, so they come to the slums to find excitement.

In the slums, they are the emperors, and everyone is vying to please them, hoping to be favored by them and be taken away from this dirty hell on earth. The upper class will really choose concubines like emperors.

Regardless of men and women, as long as they look good enough to make them feel fresh, they will show mercy and stay overnight.

Fuck with the lower class people they look down on during the day in the squalid little house.

And Zou Ming would choose the weakest-looking men to attack. They had already been hollowed out by wine and sex, and Zou Ming hid in a dark corner, waiting for the men to come out.

He had forgotten what it was like when he killed someone for the first time.

Perhaps more than fear, it was excitement.

By killing this man, he will be able to fill his stomach and keep the iron house left to him by the woman.

Sometimes, Zou Ming felt that the prostitute who hadn't said a few words to him was his mother—although she adopted him for retirement, isn't that true for some biological parents?

For them, children are just instruments of survival and tools for the elderly.

The young Zou Ming didn't believe that there is no conspiracy in this world.

He lived an extraordinarily savage life, relying on instinct to survive, but he was a half-grown child after all, and he was always wandering in the slums. Even if no one knew that he killed the upper-class people who died in the slums, he still had a few pairs of eyes Eyed him.

The reason is also very simple, he is a healthy person after all, even if he has nothing, he still has the most primitive capital.

He couldn't remember the details of that day. He only remembered that he had been running for a long time, and the weather was extremely hot. He could only hear his own panting and heartbeat. He held a knife in his hand and ran around the slum like a mouse.

But he was still caught, and the moment he was caught, the knife in his hand was snatched away by the man.

The moment he was rescued, he didn't even realize what happened.

A bag of biscuits saved his life and bought him from traffickers.

Zou Ming didn't even know whether his life was precious or cheap.

Although he couldn't remember the details of that day, he remembered the man's embrace. He must have been ugly at the time. There was no place to take a bath in the slums, and because of the shortage of water resources, there was not enough water to drink, let alone take a bath.

He must be dirty and scruffy and doesn't even have a pair of shoes that fit.

But the man didn't feel disgusted at all, he just hugged him into his arms, picked him up and walked out.

Zou Ming didn't struggle, probably because he knew that this man was here to save him, or he could sense that the man would not hurt him, so he tightly grabbed the man's sleeve, blackening the man's white cuffs.

He could smell the other person's body, it was a faint fragrance, Zou Ming had never smelled it before, he just felt that there was nothing better than this smell in the world.

In the man's arms, he heard the man sigh softly: "It turned out to be like this, no wonder I asked me before, if you can buy a biscuit, will people buy it?"

Zou Ming didn't understand, he was a little dazed, but soon he heard the man say again: "Don't be afraid, it's okay."

never mind.

I don't know why, but with just three words, he was miraculously comforted.

A moment ago he was still struggling in the hands of the traffickers, but the next moment he fell asleep in the arms of the man he met for the first time.

When he woke up again, he was no longer that little mouse in the slums who hadn't squatted down after his last meal.

He remembered the first time he took a bath, the first time he had a full stomach, and the first time he put on clean new clothes, all by the side of a man.

The man also gave him a name - Zou Ming.

Although the blond girl was always going after him and trying to drive him away, overall he was happy.

The people in the supermarket were very kind to him, they didn't look at him like a child, but more like looking at an old friend.

Men sometimes take the time to call him fighting skills, and he will often say: "It turns out that talent is like this."

He thought the man was praising him, so the man taught him during the day, and he would sneak up at night to practice.

Only at that time, he never thought that a man would leave him.

·

"Maybe." Ye Zhou didn't think much, "Let's go."

They came to an open space under the guidance of the soldiers—in fact, it was not an open space, because there were still ruins here. From the burnt wood next to it, it could be seen that there had been a fire here, and the fire should be quite large.

The soldier explained: "This used to be the mansion of a wealthy merchant. Before your majesty went out to fight, there was a fire here."

"Don't worry, Immortal, no one died because of this, it's not considered a haunted house."

Ye Zhou nodded, he was not superstitious - even though he counted auspicious days when he opened his business.

But can things related to money be considered superstitious?

Even if it was really a haunted house, he didn't care, not to mention that the other party would never have the guts to lie to him.

The geographical location here is very good. It is located on a street next to the palace. Even if Ye Zhou doesn't understand the structure of the residents here, he knows that the people who can build houses next to the palace will not be ordinary people. They must be rich or expensive. It is a royal city, but after all, it was a royal city during the Warring States period, and the prosperity was very limited.

Only the area next to the palace is open to roads.

"Just here." Ye Zhou turned his chin, subconsciously handed over the reins to Zou Ming, and asked Zou Ming to tie up the horse.

Ye Zhou also told Zou Ming, "Feed them some good beans."

Zou Ming: "I know."

Ye Zhou didn't think there was anything wrong with his relationship with Zou Ming.

Sometimes when Zou Ming glances at him, he can know what Zou Ming is thinking. Similarly, sometimes Zou Ming has already finished the matter before he has said anything.

This may be the tacit understanding between friends!

He has never had a friend like Zou Ming before, let alone such a close friend, so he finds it novel and cherishes it at the same time.

Regardless of family, friendship or love, a person's life has a definite number.

Some people are lucky and can get it easily, while some people are unlucky and may never meet in their lifetime.

"Let's deal with these uncleaned walls, and don't worry about anything else." Ye Zhou said to Wu Yan and the others.

Wu Yan: "Yes."

The employees quickly got to work in full swing.

With the tools in hand, it took less than two hours to clean up.

Because it was already dark, when they were working, Ye Zhou could only open it to let them put on the lighting helmet. He was afraid that if they couldn't see clearly, he hit his leg with a hammer.

Also because of this light, the nearby people came out quietly and hid in the corner to look at them.

The "neighbors" on the left and right also opened their windows.

But no one spoke, and there was no artificial sound except the sound of employees banging on the stone walls.

After the big obstacles were cleared, Ye Zhou took out a model-sized supermarket, and he pressed the button to place the supermarket in the middle of the open space.

Ye Zhou is not afraid of being seen by the common people - no matter how stupid the common people are, seeing this extraordinary building and the goods sold inside, it is impossible for them to think that this supermarket is ordinary.

It is destined to be extraordinary, and they also have protective shields and various weapons, and Chen Hou, the monarch of the Chen Kingdom, is the "backup", so it's okay to be blatant.

The supermarket returned to its original state half an hour later.

Cao'er let out a low cry: "Finally back."

She has already regarded the supermarket as her home.

The children also rushed towards the supermarket impatiently.

Their toy dolls are still inside!I haven't watched a cartoon in days!

Because there was no place to put tents, the employees could only go to the warehouse to rest, and Ye Zhou slept in the lounge with Zou Ming.

·

"What is that!" The man hiding in the corner trembled with fright, he didn't know why he ran out to see it, at this moment he just wanted to kill himself who thought he ran out!

With his back against the wall, he kept swallowing his saliva, and stared at the square house not far away with his eyes wide open.

There is a soft light inside, but it is definitely not fire!Firelight will never be so steady.

Like... like the light above those people's heads before this house came into existence!

monster!Must be a monster!

The man covered his mouth, he didn't dare to shout, but he didn't dare to shout, he only dared to lean against the wall and slowly backed away.

He wants to go home immediately!

There are monsters here!

The people on this street could not fall asleep all night. They were not afraid of the king's return. After all, they were thieves.

But they are afraid of monsters.

All hadn't slept well, or at all, all night.

Only Ye Zhou and the others who returned to the supermarket slept soundly.