Chapter 1585        It’s hard to get through

Ten minutes later, Wang Hui walked out of the hospital with a gloomy face.

According to the address written by doctor Mohammed for him, Wang Hui took Li Hao and several soldiers directly to a medium-sized pharmacy near the hospital.

On the way, Wang Hui was still complaining: "Is it not easy to use even your students now?"

There was a Chinese-speaking soldier in the team who was used as a translator. After hearing Wang Hui's complaints, the young soldier smiled bitterly and said that in Kabul, there are indeed many people who have a close relationship with "students".

Their boss, Sharif, is a member of Yergubai.

Yeergubai is the son of Omar, the founder of the "student".

If the father dies and the son succeeds, then the leader of the "student" now should be Yeer Gubai, but the actual result is not.

The person in charge is Aza Hongda.

There are rumors that Yergubai may become the prime minister of the new "student" regime, but everything is rumor.

There are also many factions within the "students". We must coordinate opinions from all parties to preserve the "fruit of victory".

Since Dr. Muhammad is the director of the respiratory surgery department of the hospital and is so arrogant, he must have a strong backer within the "student", so he doesn't take Sharif seriously at all.

After hearing this, Wang Hui nodded slightly.

He didn't want to bother Sharif any longer because the other party was not afraid of taking medicine.

It is most likely that there are strong backers within the "students", or that they do not belong to the same faction as Sharif.

If Wang Hui forced Sharif to help, the effect might not be good, but instead push Sharif into an embarrassing situation.

This kind of favor cannot be used casually.

Wang Hui planned to seek help from the foreign affairs department if he had no choice.

Holding the note with the address written on it, Wang Hui and his group finally arrived at the pharmacy.

The vast array of containers are filled with various medicines.

The clerk leaned against the window and basked in the sun. Seeing Wang Hui and others coming in, his eyelids just slightly raised and he returned to his half-closed and half-open look.

Don't take the guests seriously at all.

Wang Hui felt ah in his heart.

This kind of pharmacies is just like some domestic hospitals secretly open nearby pharmacies.

In order to generate income for the hospital, doctors in each department will prescribe some medicine orders for patients to buy at designated pharmacies.

This medium-sized pharmacy is obviously similar.

And Wang Hui believes that there must be more than one doctor like Muhammad.

"Buy medicine!"

Wang Hui handed over the order and asked the translator among the armed personnel to help communicate.

The clerk took the medicine slip, took a look, and then asked listlessly: "Have you driven?"

"drive?"

Wang Hui was stunned, "Why do you have to drive?"

"Because the amount of medicine you want to buy is too large, you can't hold much with both hands."

“How much do you buy?”

Wang Hui was even more confused.

The medicine list written by Mohammed is harder to recognize than the ones handwritten by domestic doctors. It’s just a ghost-drawing talisman. God knows how much the above asked him to buy.

"Cod liver oil, ten boxes."

The clerk smiled and said, "There are a total of 10,000 US dollars."

Wang Hui narrowed his eyes: "Ten thousand US dollars?

Is your cod liver oil made of gold?

Also, I can't ask for ten boxes."

It's just a joke!

Wang Hui wants to curse.

Why did he get ten boxes of cod liver oil back?

Feed the fish?

"Then please leave."

The clerk did not give Wang Hui the opportunity to make conditions at all, and directly started to drive people with a cold face.

As the saying goes, a big shop bullies customers.

But sometimes, if the store is not big, you can bully customers.

You must never leave.

They have already come, and they must open the joints and prescribe the medicine back.

"Okay... ten boxes are only ten boxes, ten dollars, right... Li Hao, give it money!"

Wang Hui gritted his teeth and issued the order directly.

The clerk looked at the US dollar that Li Hao pointed out and smiled.

He turned around and went to the warehouse to start moving out the fish liver oil.

Wang Hui opened a box at will.

The box was neatly packed with cod liver oil in small paper boxes.

Judging from the text printed on the paper box, it should be Indian medicine.

Many medicines in Afghanistan are indeed purchased from India, mainly because they are cheap.

When Wang Hui opened the paper box and took out the capsule board inside, his face suddenly became much ugly.

Capsule plates are large and small.

There are ten pieces per board, twelve pieces per board, and eight pieces per board.

The size of the capsules is naturally different.

And there is no word on the capsule board.

If you take out a board alone, no one can guess what the capsule is for.

Wang Hui didn't want to stimulate the clerk anymore, so he turned his head and lowered his voice to ask the translator: "Can you take this medicine?"

The translator nodded helplessly: "Eat, you know, our country is not by the sea, we will lack the elemental ingredients of seafood, especially vitamins a and d..."

After he explained, Wang Hui understood.

These three "cod liver oil" are the first choice for some civilians in Kabul who are better than the extremely poor class, and are used to balance nutrition.

Isn't it very funny?

What good results can be achieved by regulating the body by relying on cod liver oil with unknown sources, unknown effects and unknown safety?

If you don’t eat something, you’re already burning a lot of incense.

This is the helplessness of the people in the war-torn countries.

Doctors who should have saved their lives and helped the wounded also began to cut their leeks.

People like Wang Hui who took soldiers to prescribe medicine were cheated of 10,000 US dollars.

Other ordinary people probably would have been squeezed dry by Muhammad.

Looking at the cod liver oil that may be worth less than a thousand dollars in front of him, Wang Hui couldn't vent his anger.

It is a so-called nutritional supplement that he doesn't want for free, but it is a must-have medicine for many Afghans. It's really ironic.

Two soldiers of Li Hao piled up ten boxes of cod liver oil together and prepared to call a taxi to come and pull it away.

Looking at this scene, the clerk quietly called and reported to Mohammed about the situation of Wang Hui and his group.

After the phone call, he smiled and blocked Wang Hui.

"There's something else?"

Wang Hui frowned.

"Dr. Mohamed just now told me that he needs to give you another medicine."

The clerk seemed a little embarrassed, "You have to buy imaginary ribavirin again."

Wang Hui frowned and looked at the clerk like this.

Li Hao exuded a violent aura.

Even the "student" soldiers who accompanied Wang Hui felt that the clerk was a bit too much, but because of his identity as a "ruling man", he could not express his opinions.
To be continued...