madnovel Chapter 5: Taking Medicine to Extend Life.
Chapter 5: Taking Medicine to Extend Life.
Inside the weapons shop.
The redneck cowboy, pipe in mouth, had his shotgun fired.
He only put down his new bag when he saw that an Asian man had walked in.
Throughout the United States, Asians are known for being honest and rarely engage in zero-dollar purchases.
"Hey buddy, what do you need?" the redneck cowboy asked enthusiastically, pointing his shotgun downwards.
"I need a handgun, a fully automatic submachine gun, 100 rounds of ammunition for each, a stun baton, and a cut-resistant tactical vest!"
Bai Chen said in a deep voice.
"Hey buddy, don't you know New Mexico bans the sale of fully automatic weapons?"
The redneck cowboy shrugged.
Upon hearing this...
Bai Chen scoffed dismissively, "Boss, you still care about these things?"
"No, no, no, I mean more money!" The redneck cowboy shook his head.
"You know, I need to take on more legal risks."
"Stop talking nonsense and take the things out for a look," Bai Chen said calmly.
"OK~"
The redneck cowboy rummaged through a drawer and pulled out a 9mm pistol and a classic TEC-9 submachine gun.
These two firearms can be described as saviors of the poor and favorites of many gang members.
Then, from a box on another counter, he took out a set of cut-resistant tactical vests.
"500 dollars for a 9mm pistol, 1,000 dollars for a submachine gun, 200 dollars for a stun gun, and 800 dollars for a tactical vest!"
The redneck cowboy raised an eyebrow. "The bullets... well, consider it a gift."
"Cheng Hui, two thousand five hundred dollars."
Two thousand five hundred US dollars?
Bai Chen stared wide-eyed at the boss in disbelief.
He had done his research before coming.
The market price of a 9mm pistol is around $240, while the TEC-9 submachine gun is slightly more expensive, but it won't exceed $500.
The price quoted by this boss is absolutely outrageous.
Perhaps it was because it sensed Bai Chen's gaze.
The redneck boss said in a sarcastic tone, "Oh buddy, don't look at me like that."
"If you can produce valid identification and switch your submachine gun to single-shot firearms, I might consider selling it to you cheaply!"
Upon hearing these words...
Bai Chen fell silent.
To put it bluntly, the other party was clearly taking advantage of him, as he didn't have legal documents and wanted to buy a fully automatic submachine gun that was prohibited from sale.
"Boss, give me an extra hundred bullets!" Bai Chen said unwillingly.
"As you wish."
The redneck cowboy beamed with joy.
His favorite thing was doing business with these illegal immigrants.
Take this order for example; the profit margin for the same product is several times higher than that for selling to local residents.
.....
On the way back to the slums.
With a submachine gun slung across his body and a pistol and stun baton at his waist, Bai Chen felt safer than ever before.
You don't have to worry about some black guy rushing out to rob you, nor do you have to worry about a drug-addled lunatic.
Even some homeless people on the street looked at him with awe and dared not meet his gaze.
This! This is the awe-inspiring power of the instrument of equality for all beings!
...
Back to the metal container.
Bai Chen first charged the stun gun, then placed the extra bullets in the corner and filled two extra magazines for reloading.
Then.
A submachine gun was slung across his chest, a stun gun was tucked into his waistband, and a pistol was placed directly in his trouser pocket, all loaded and ready to fire at any moment.
The risk of a gun going off accidentally is negligible compared to the risk of being robbed and shot.
Only after he had done all this did he step out of the tin box.
.....
Chinatown.
Yang's Medical Clinic.
A middle-aged man leans back in a recliner, scrolling through short videos of scantily clad women on YouTube.
Creak~
The clinic door was pushed open, and the middle-aged man quickly closed the software and looked towards the entrance.
"It's you!"
The middle-aged man was taken aback at first, then warmly stepped forward to greet him.
Those who have lived in the US for a long time know that one must maintain a sense of awe towards such a dying kin.
Of course, it is also related to the brightly shining instrument of equality for all beings that hangs on the chest.
"Master, you mentioned some medicine last time that could alleviate my pulmonary fibrosis and allow me to live a little longer."
Bai Chen didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point: "I want to buy this medicine. How much does it cost?"
"Uh, young man, this is a traditional Chinese medicine shop, we don't have this kind of medicine..."
The middle-aged man instinctively wanted to refuse, but when his eyes fell on the submachine gun in the chest opposite him, he swallowed back the words he was about to say.
"I don't have that, but I can think of other ways for you, though they'll be a bit more expensive."
"How much will the medicine that will keep me going until I die cost?" Bai Chen asked in a deep voice.
Although her voice was calm, the meaning behind her words was heartbreaking.
The middle-aged man dared not provoke Bai Chen, after all, someone who was counting down the days until death was probably capable of anything.
"Four thousand... no, three thousand dollars will do."
"Thanks, Master!"
Bai Chen thanked him, then took out a stack of US dollars from his pocket and pulled out thirty one-hundred-dollar bills.
"Young man, wait here for a moment. I'll be back in half an hour at most."
The middle-aged man took the money, feeling relieved. After giving a brief explanation, he quickly left.
Honestly, he was really afraid that Bai Chen would learn a thing or two from Sangti.
.....
Half an hour later.
The middle-aged man returned in a hurry, carrying a bag in his arms.
"As expected, this is three weeks' worth of supplies."
He opened the bag, inside were five boxes of medicine, all with English letters on them.
"Take 200mg of pirfenidone three times a day, morning, noon and night."
The middle-aged man spoke while writing on the medicine box with a pen.
"This medication can be taken with painkillers. Also, while taking this medication, try to avoid or minimize direct sunlight exposure, otherwise you may develop skin cancer..."
At this point, the middle-aged man suddenly paused.
He suddenly remembered that the young man in front of him only had about two weeks to live, and would probably die before he even got cancer.
So he changed his tune and said, "Actually, given your situation, you don't need to worry about anything, and there are no dietary restrictions. Just do whatever makes you happy."
"Understood, thank you, doctor."
Bai Chen took the medicine box.
After thinking for a moment, he took out two hundred dollars from his pocket. "Doctor, these two hundred dollars are just a small token of my appreciation. I hope you won't mind."
After placing two hundred dollars on the table, Bai Chen left with the medicine.
Watching Bai Chen leave.
The middle-aged man sighed.
That damned middleman! Such a good young man, tricked into being a poison tester for foreigners, and lost his life.
In his view, the so-called drug testing by the US is essentially no different from poison testing.
.....
Back to the metal container.
Bai Chen couldn't wait to take out the medicine and swallow it with warm water.
A few minutes later.
He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt that his breathing seemed to have become weaker.
At the same time, the burning sensation also lessened.
"call!"
Bai Chen breathed a long sigh of relief.
My dog's life is spared for now.
Once the cooldown period for the time travel ends and you successfully reach Qingyun Mountain, you'll have the opportunity to completely resolve your pulmonary fibrosis and even embark on a magical martial arts journey.
This time!
Ring ring~
A piercing ringing sound rang out.
Bai Chen picked up his phone and saw it was the restaurant owner. He then answered the call.
"Hello!"
"Bai Chen, the shop is so busy, come back quickly."
On the other end of the phone, a Mandarin voice mixed with Chaozhou dialect came through.