When did it become a night market?

  Song Jian's last interview brought huge impact, not only affecting the provincial health department's decision, but also giving ordinary people a new choice in the face of sudden outbreak of epidemic, that is to choose traditional Chinese medicine treatment. At least, no need for isolation.

  After the news was broadcast, the Sifangtang pharmacy was suddenly crowded with people, despite its large size.

  Originally, when people saw those advertisements posted on utility poles and bridges, most would hesitate, as the street ads had a really bad influence. But now, the Suzhou news program has directly reported on Song Jian, and with that, all doubts have been dispelled. Furthermore, several batches of patients who came out of Siyuantang spread the word, causing people who were ill to flock to Siyuantang.

  At this time, Xia Lin and Gao Yuan were pinching their waists, directing Fei Maotui, Ba Pi and others to maintain order.

  "Hey you! Don't even think about cutting in line, I'm talking to you, old man!" A little yellow-haired kid sees an old man trying to cut in line and immediately goes over to stop him.

  Xia Lin was drinking water on the side, heard that little yellow hair so rude, picked up a bamboo stick from the table and smashed it down towards the yellow hair.

  "How to teach you! Now you are an employee of the Sifang Group, speak more civilizedly, and also respect the elderly and love the young, don't you understand?" Xia Lin's stick fell again twice.

  Xiao Huang Mao shrunk his body and could only endure it. In fact, he also wanted to resist, but he really wasn't a match for Xia Lin!

  Xia Lin, although she hadn't formally studied martial arts for a long time, had taken half of the Washing Marrow Pill and one Tempering Bone Pill, her body had already reached the Dark Energy level. Moreover, she had followed Song Jian to learn some basic movements of Wuji Health Qigong and followed Huang Yao to practice basic kicking and horse-riding stances. An ordinary person was no match for Xia Lin. Even Gao Yuan, a woman who had practiced martial arts with a master for over five years, wasn't a match for Xia Lin.

  After entering the dark energy level, Sharlin's strength and speed are much stronger than those of ordinary people, just like the difference between adults and children.

  Seeing Little Yellow Hair being scolded by a beautiful young woman, all the patients around burst out laughing.

  At the entrance of Siyuantang Pharmacy, five large thermoses were lined up. Patients who came to see a doctor, regardless of their physical condition, would first line up, receive an amulet and a mask, then take a paper cup and line up to receive medicinal liquid. After drinking the medicinal liquid, they would wipe away sweat. Those who felt better paid and left, while those who didn't feel better went into the pharmacy to see Song Jian for medication.

  Song Jian sat behind the counter, waiting for the patients to come. Although most people infected with this virus had similar symptoms, due to different physical conditions, some people were different. Taking medicine didn't have much effect on them. There were also some patients who delayed treatment after falling ill, and the evil spirit had already entered their body, so taking Chinese medicine naturally didn't have a big effect either. These patients all needed Song Jian to prescribe separate prescriptions for them.

  Take the pulse, ask about symptoms and look at the tongue coating, write down Chinese medicine quickly. Song Jian's speed of diagnosing diseases is extremely fast, on average, it only takes two minutes to deal with a patient, while in the back of the pharmacy, several pharmacists are rapidly packaging the medicinal materials according to the prescription written by Song Jian.

  Everything is in order.

  By dusk, there were even more patients. The streets and alleys of Gusu City were all spreading the legend of Master Sifangtang's traditional Chinese medicine.

  At this time, in a isolation ward of the Third Affiliated Hospital, 27-year-old Ding Yi was staring blankly at the TV. He could only stay in this less-than-7-square-meter ward and couldn't move around freely. Two bottles of IV drips were hung up in the morning and noon, but except for physical weakness, Ding Yi didn't feel any other changes, instead his breathing became more and more difficult.

  Ding suddenly remembered that past SARS outbreak, at that time, many patients died of pulmonary fibrosis, died of inability to breathe.

  Ding Yi felt a little anxious, and now he had no way but to wait anxiously.

  "Ding ling cha......"

  The phone rang.

  Ding Yi glanced at the number and found it unfamiliar.

  "Hey?" Ding Yi's voice was listless and hoarse with phlegm.

  "Hey, Ding Yi Ba, I'm your third aunt's niece. I heard you're in isolation now?" The other person was a gossipmonger.

  Ding Yi Fan didn't remember having this relative and didn't understand what to call him, so he politely said: "Hello hello, I'm currently sick in the hospital."

  "Oh my, don't be hospitalized, my neighbor Old Wang's family, and also my seventh uncle's third aunt's family, and our family too, were all infected with some kind of plague. But now, you see, we're all fine, just sitting at home watching TV." The woman said proudly.

  "What? Haven't you been isolated? This plague is very dangerous, and you're still watching TV with your family together? You guys are really..." Ding Yi's words were filled with concern.

  "Hey, nephew, come out and take a look. Our whole family was infected last night, but today... it's all better now. Quickly go online and check the news." The woman hung up the phone.

  Ding Yi heard this and quickly went online on his mobile phone. After seeing the post, he was initially skeptical, but after reading the comments, he gradually believed it.

  "Ding Ling Ridge..."

  The phone rang again, this time it was his father calling.

  "Hey, Dad!" Ding called out after coughing twice.

  "Ding Yi, Dad has inquired about it and can't be isolated anymore. They want to use hormones now. That thing will lead to avascular necrosis of the femoral head later on. Do you still remember your third uncle's niece? Her cousin was given too much hormone during SARS and is miserable now, almost unable to take care of himself. Ding Yi's dad seems to be a gossipmonger."

  "Then, can we trust the Chinese medicine shop in Siyuantang?" asked Ding Yi.

  "I've seen several families who have been cured there, son. Maybe traditional Chinese medicine really works. Let's give it a try. You sneak out and I'll pick you up at the hospital entrance in my car." Dingle's dad said before hanging up the phone.

  Ding Yi couldn't sit still anymore, took a look and found that his clothes had been put in the disinfection room. He didn't care about his clothes anymore, picked up his phone and ran out wearing his hospital gown.

  "Hey, where are you going? Come back!" a doctor scolded.

  Ding Yi rushed forward, pushed open the door and ran wildly out of the hospital...

  Outside Siyuantang Pharmacy, shed after shed was set up. Fortunately, there were not many vehicles at this time, otherwise it would definitely affect traffic and city appearance.

  At seven o'clock, some small vendors spotted a business opportunity and saw that there were so many patients on the side of Siyuantang, so they simply pushed their food carts to the outside of the large pharmacy of Siyuantang to start their business.

  There are vendors selling roasted duck, mixed congee, barbecue and stinky tofu. Fortunately, this is in Suzhou City, where people are not used to eating stinky tofu. If it were another city, the stinky tofu vendors would probably be chased away immediately.

  Liu Dachun wore a thin undershirt and ran to the door in big strides, shouting loudly: "Damn it! How can there be no medicine again? Impossible!"

  Today, the busiest person is probably Liu Dachun, as he has to coordinate everything, including coordinating the sales and production of sachets, coordinating with pharmaceutical factories and pharmacies, and constantly using large iron pots to cook medicine.

  It's just that this medicine is drunk too quickly.

  Liu Dachun wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked Feimao Tui: "What's going on exactly?"

  Fei Maotui helplessly said, "Director Liu can't do anything about it, they all drank this medicine like red sugar water. Just him, that old man, I saw him line up three times within half an hour."

  Liu Dachun sighed and said loudly, "Everyone pay attention! This is medicine! It's Chinese medicine! Don't drink too much of it, it's not red sugar water. If you drink too much, you'll get diarrhea! And it may also harm your body!"

  However, no one paid attention to Liu Dachun.

  Liu Dachun let out a sigh and ran back to continue decocting the medicine.

  Song Jian stood up, stretched his waist, and walked out of the Siyuantang pharmacy. He was startled to see a large tent set up more than 30 meters away. Inside the tent, patients were moving their own small stools, not wearing masks, and blowing cowhide while spitting at each other. Moreover, there were over a dozen small carts selling night snacks...

  Xia Lin has gone home to sleep, and Gao Yuan is sitting on a bench outside the door dozing off.

  Song Jian patted Gao Yuan's shoulder.

  "Who... who wants to take advantage of me?" Gao Yuan woke up with a start.

  Song Jian reluctantly smiled and said, "You go home and rest, after this point, there will be fewer patients. Besides, I think these patients won't leave for a while."

  Gao Yuan pouted and said, "They're really something, why don't they go blow their own trumpet in their own courtyard instead of coming to our Sifangtang Pharmacy's door to brag. I can still hold on for a while, but you..."

  Gao Yuan patted Song Jian's shoulder "You've been seeing patients all day, you must be very tired."

  "It's nothing, just a day off, and I'll be back to normal tomorrow"

  Song Jian and Gao Yuan had a conversation, he suddenly found that in the queue for taking medicine, there were people wearing hospital patient uniforms.

  "Huh?" Song Jian walked towards Ding Yi "This patient? Why are you wearing a hospital gown?"

  "I slipped out of the hospital." Ding Yi replied honestly "I just paid thirty yuan earlier."

  "It's not a matter of money." Song Jian furrowed his brow. "This is just a small clinic, if we encounter serious illnesses, it would be very troublesome."

  Ding Yi directly said: "Don't worry, Mr. Song, patients with severe illnesses are all lying in bed groaning, they can't escape, those who can escape are the ones with good physical condition."

  Song Jian was stunned for a moment and had no choice but to accept this theory.

  "Little doctor, you go rest first, we have someone who is not feeling well, let's wait for a while, and after you've rested, you can diagnose and treat us."

  "Yes, Mr. Song, you can go home and rest now, we'll keep an eye on the pharmacy."

  "Right, little genius doctor, go rest now."

  Everyone was persuading Song Jian to rest in a cacophony of voices.

  Song Jian smiled and said, "It's okay, we'll close at 11 o'clock."

  At this time, the car lights outside lit up, a yellow Ford Fiesta stopped in front of the pharmacy door, the car door opened, and a woman wearing a long skirt and loose hair got out. Even under the starlight, the beauty of this woman was still nowhere to be hidden.

  Song Jian looked at the woman and happily went up to greet her.

  "How did you get here?" Song Jian walked forward, a wave of soap's refreshing scent floated over, apparently, Xu Si had just taken a bath. For the first time seeing Xu Si wear this fitted long dress, her hair fluttering about, a kind of inexpressible beauty floated into Song Jian's heart.

  "I'll come take a look at you and bring some food along the way" Xu Si still had a thermos in his hand "But now it seems, my worries were unnecessary. When did this place become a night market?"