The Doctor In the Steampunk World - Chapter 12 hard-earned money

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The dark spot on the chest has completely disappeared, and there is only a little light gray on the left flank, and the rotten wound is also getting better.

Thinking back carefully, the contaminated and sick skin on the original owner was painful every night.

There was no pain last night. At that time, because he was in Xiacheng, the environment made him nervously forget about it.

And tonight there was no pain.

Could it be because of ghosts?

The shadow ghost sucked the magic energy from the diseased skin?

This is very possible.

He carefully treated the rotten wound on his left flank, cleaned the external rotten flesh, and wrapped it in gauze.

There is no magic energy pollution, I believe this injury will heal soon.

The next morning he went to Ethan Antique Store and asked him to measure the magic ore.

Old Ethan even asked him for fifty dollars for royalties.

After measurement, it was found that there was no magic energy fluctuation in the magic energy ore, just like an ordinary stone.

Simon determined that shadow ghosts can devour magical energy, and the improvement of his diseased skin is also because of shadow ghosts.

Simon put down a lot of worries about shadow ghosts, at least he didn't find the harm of shadow ghosts, but it was still beneficial.

When he touches magical energy in the future, he doesn't have to worry about being contaminated by magical energy.

Not long after he got home, someone hurried to the door. A middle-aged man with a face full of vicissitudes stood in front of the door with his right hand in pain.

The hands were covered in blood, wrapped in a layer of blackened cloth, the blood seeped out and was still dripping down.

"Doctor Simon, my finger was cut off by the machine, please help me stop the bleeding." The middle-aged man held a broken finger in his hand and pleaded with an expression.

Simon was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly let him in and sat him down.

He took out his medical bag and carefully opened the wrapped palm. It was the ring finger that was cut off in the middle and was still bleeding.

He had a bit of an impression of this middle-aged man, he lived on Hennington Street, and he couldn't remember the name. If Simon remembers correctly, he should work in a factory over there in the industrial area.

He glanced at what the middle-aged man was wearing, it was work clothes.

"You came to me from the factory?"

The middle-aged man smiled stupidly and nodded.

"Your fingers are broken. It's very serious. You're not being treated in the hospital next to the factory. Why are you running so far? You're going to die." Simon frowned and blamed.

"The hospital charges on the factory side are a bit expensive, isn't it cheaper on your side?" the middle-aged man said naturally.

"It's just a broken finger, it doesn't matter. Last year, one of my co-workers was crushed by a machine and broke a finger. He didn't go to the hospital, he wrapped himself in a cloth to stop the bleeding, and went to work as usual the next day.

Dr. Simon, please help me bandage quickly, I have to rush back to the factory to work. "

Simon listened silently, didn't say anything more, and accelerated the cleaning of the wound.

Simon has a certain understanding of the factories in the outer urban area and the lower urban area. The equipment in the factory is very poor. If the operator is not careful, he may be injured, or even get caught in the machine and die on the spot.

Broken fingers are the most common accidents in factories. Nearly 40% of workers in factories have broken fingers, and some even have several broken fingers.

You see people with severed fingers on the street, and 80 percent are factory workers.

Those workers earn real hard-earned money.

Even in such a dangerous working environment, there are still a lot of people who want to go to work in factories, you know how **** the outer city and the lower city are!

The outer city is better. If something really happens, the city hall will come forward to deal with it. Therefore, most of the medium and large factories in the outer urban areas are still formal, at least they will pay a certain amount of medical expenses after being injured.

The factories in the Xiacheng District are completely hell. A large number of factories are organized by gangsters and violate laws and regulations. The equipment is still eliminated from the outer urban area, and the quality is worse and the integrity is lower.

Factory workers in Xiacheng District are more than ten times more likely to be injured than those in factories in outer urban areas, which is really appalling.

And if you are injured, the factory will at most pay a little medical expenses, and the black-hearted manufacturers will not even pay medical expenses at all.

If you want to do it, keep doing it, if you don't want to do it, get out.

Some people take the place.

What can a worker with no money and no power do? To resist is pure nonsense.

Dare to fight against the factory, the body will be thrown into the stinky ditch the next day.

Go to the city hall to complain?

Less likely.

Don't say you're from the lower city, even if a worker from the outer city wants to file a complaint, first of all you can't even enter the inner city.

In the eyes of the residents of the inner city and the central area, the civilians in the outer city are not even human, let alone the poor in the lower city.

Not to mention broken hands and feet, even if it is a dead person, at most it will only become a topic of entertainment in the newspapers the next day, condemned by some hypocritical people, and then it will be left alone.

No one would offend a rich factory owner for a commoner.

Simon was most impressed by the boiler explosion in a factory in the outer city last year, which killed and injured dozens of people. It was quite tragic, and it was a big event at the time.

As a result, the court finally acquitted the factory owner. The one who was fully responsible was a worker who had been killed by the bombing. The factory owner did not even give a pension.

Where to go to make sense.

If you live in the outer city and live in the lower city, you can only endure it and continue to be exploited.

Simon couldn't bear to see the middle-aged man's aching hand trembling, and was going to inject him with an anesthetic.

"Dr. Simon, I don't want this, you just give me a simple bandage. Last time a worker of mine went to the hospital, and the doctor gave him an injection. UUkanshu www.uukanshu.com asked him for ten dollars, and I didn't need it. This thing. I don't need anything, I'm not afraid of pain." The middle-aged man was a little nervous and a little scared when he saw Simon pick up the syringe.

What he was nervous about was that Simon would ask him for more medical bills.

"If you don't want money, I'll charge you five yuan for medical expenses." Simon grabbed his hand and told him not to move.

"That's so embarrassing." The middle-aged man smiled and let Simon get an injection cheerfully.

After the anesthesia injection, he was obviously much better. He wrapped him with new gauze, and then gave him three anti-inflammatory drugs.

"Take one tablet a day, and come find me if the wound becomes infected."

The middle-aged man took out five crumpled white eagle coins from his dirty work clothes.

"Dr. Simon, you are a good person." Before leaving, he also gave Simon a good person card.

Simon shook his head, is he a good person?

Good people don't pay for their lives! This phrase is widely circulated in the outer city and the lower city.

It felt like he was cursing himself.

There are so many poor people like middle-aged people that there is no way to save them. He has a heart of compassion, but it does not mean that he wants to be the Bodhisattva Buddha who saves all sentient beings.

It's not bad to be able to take your own life.

Within the scope of one's own ability, it is one person who can help one person.

Simon packed up his mood and did push-ups in his room. He made a fitness plan for himself.

This body is too weak and must be exercised.

I can't stand ten push-ups.

On and off fitness, until dinner time. I went to buy some pork and vegetables, and went to Doreen's house to borrow the kitchen. Today, Nancy went to work and was not at home.

The two little guys had a good meal with Simon.

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