Chapter 8 The Mysterious Patient

  Although Yang Feng said so, these girls who have always been relatively strict with their family education still felt embarrassed to run into the bathroom to try out those shampoos and body washes. On the other hand, Yu Lan oil was quite popular among them.

  Dozens of beautiful young girls, in groups of three or five, gathered together, laughing and applying makeup to each other's faces. This scene made Yang Feng sigh with emotion, feeling that time was passing by quickly, his youth was gone, and after all these years of struggling, he was almost becoming an old man.

  The effect of the experiment is naturally not worth mentioning, although in this era, high society still takes a resistant attitude towards makeup, but this cannot stop girls' pursuit of beauty. Unfortunately, there are really too few things for them to choose from. It's worth knowing that the truly popular version of skincare products, Pond's Snow Cream, won't be developed until five years later, and it will take some time to cross the Atlantic from America.

  Nowadays, the noblewomen in Europe can at most ask a pharmacist to mix some oil and water for them. Something like Baoqilan is exclusively used by royalty. As for these young girls, they are fundamentally unable to come into contact with such things. After applying Yu Lan oil to their faces, the parched earth was immediately drenched in a torrential downpour. Within minutes, each of them let out cries of surprise and gazed at each other's visibly more delicate facial features as if in a dream.

  "Girls, how's the effect?" Yang Feng squeezed into their midst, grinning like a weird uncle. As soon as he finished speaking, he was roughly pushed aside by the girls, and then saw these girls pounce on the shelves like hungry wolves, instantly sweeping away all the skincare products, leaving Xue Fu Cheng and his old gang staring in amazement.

  "How much?" Lin Huo excitedly asked, her small face flushing red, as she piled two bottles of Yulan oil, three bottles of ***, two bottles of Hai Fei Si, and one bottle of body wash onto the checkout counter.

  "That'll be four pounds per bottle." The young and beautiful cashier, handpicked by Yang Feng from among thousands of candidates, said with a elegant smile.

  This price made Xue Fu Cheng take a cold breath, looking at Yang Feng with an incredulous gaze.

  Linhuo Ke didn't hesitate at all, took out a small purse and counted thirty-two pounds to hand over to her, while the other girls behind her were still urging her to hurry up.

  "A bottle of face powder worth a few taels of gold?" Xue Fu Cheng almost gritted his teeth and said in a low voice to Yang Feng.

  "You must understand, sir, that for beauty, any woman would go crazy, and little women are no exception." Yang Feng said with a straight face.

  "Excuse me, which one is Mr. Yang?" Just then, a cold voice suddenly sounded from the doorway.

  "I am he. Is there anything I can help you with?" Yang Feng looked at this pale and thin old man, who was wearing a black suit and had a stern expression, making him look like a vampire who just crawled out of some ancient castle.

  "Mr. Yang, there is a patient who is currently inconvenient to come here, I don't know if you have time to make a house call?" The vampire slightly bowed and said.

  "Of course," said Yang Feng, who had also gone out to make house calls more than once these days. After handing over the shop's affairs and sending off Xue Fu Cheng and others, he got into his own horse-drawn carriage with his medicine box. As he was about to leave, he turned to Lin Luo Ke, who was getting on a rented horse-drawn carriage with her classmates, and said: "Caroline, my jewelry will be officially on sale next Sunday. If you're interested, feel free to bring your friends over again."

  Lin Huo nodded at him with a smile.

  Two carriages, one in front of the other, soon left the city and turned onto a quiet forest path. After walking for almost half an hour, they arrived at a small, ancient-looking manor house. After getting out of the carriage, Yang Feng was led by the vampire to a study filled with cultural artifacts, where he met his patient, a young man in his early twenties with a pale face and a look of exhaustion from excessive drinking, clearly a spoiled rich kid, which made Yang feel a sense of sympathy for him.

  "Are you Chinese?" The young master looked at him with great curiosity, like a child seeing a new toy.

  "I think that's self-explanatory." His gaze made Yang Feng very dissatisfied, so he replied in a stiff tone, but looking at his expression, this guy always felt like something was off.

  "I heard that everyone in your place knows magic, is it true?" The young master continued to pester him with questions unrelated to his illness.

  "Yes, I'm going to use witchcraft to cure your illness. You'd better be careful, my medicine might just be made from the bones of a dead man." Yang Feng suddenly said with a sly smile.

  The vampire next to him immediately showed an angry expression.

  "Dead men's bones can really be used as medicine!" The young master asked with a look of eager anticipation, seemingly expecting to practice this with Yang Feng.

  "Of course not, I was just joking." Yang Feng immediately regained his elegant smile.

  "My god, what an idiot! He couldn't help but think to himself."

  He then lost interest in playing the fool, and the vampire told him that their young master had unfortunately contracted syphilis, which had not been cured for many years. The other day, he heard a French friend say that he could cure this disease, so he came to the door.

  "It's clear you've found the right person, just like your friend said, the medicine is just what the doctor ordered." Yang Feng said as he pulled out the medicine, which was very well-prepared, even including epinephrine for allergic reactions.

  "Don't you need to check on his condition?" The vampire asked with suspicion, the fool also curiously came over.

  "It's not necessary, but I have to do a skin test because there might be an allergic reaction to the medication." Yang Feng said calmly.

  "Damn it, who's interested in looking at your festering sores?" He thought to himself.

  The next process went smoothly, after the skin test showed no allergic reaction, Yang Feng gave Dafu an injection of penicillin with the old-fashioned steel syringe, and then observed for a while, without any unexpected situation, he began to pack up the medicine box.

  "Is it that simple?" The vampire said incredulously.

  "What is meant by 'the medicine arrives and the disease is gone'? This is what it means! Let's see the effect tomorrow morning, maybe we still need to give a few more shots." Yang Feng said as he handed him a business card saying: "In the future, if someone gets one of the diseases listed above, just go find me directly."

  "Can you really cure hemophilia?" The vampire asked with a strange expression.

  Yang Feng looked at him helplessly and said: "Go find a living thing."

  The vampire hastily asked someone to take out a sheep and bring one in.

  "Make a cut on the blood vessel!" Yang Feng said as he took out a bag of hemostatic powder.

  The next scene made the vampires and fools' eyeballs almost pop out, who has ever seen a fountain-like fresh blood stop in just tens of seconds?

  "This is only for external use, and there's another one that's for internal use. Hemophilia is because the human body lacks a certain coagulation factor, and that medicine can supplement this thing, but it needs to be refrigerated, so I couldn't carry it." Mr. Yang said with great satisfaction.

  "We'll take this thing!" The vampire said without hesitation.

  "Alright, one thousand pounds a bag, and five hundred pounds for the medical fee and medicine." Yang Feng shrugged his shoulders as he said this, to be honest, he was also a bit guilty when saying this number, after all, in France he used to sell it for one thousand francs, now increasing by more than ten times is indeed a bit black-hearted.

  However, to his surprise, the other party did not raise any objections at all. The fool didn't even notice what he was saying and simply took the bag of hemostatic powder, then curiously admired it. The vampire led him out of the study room and expressionlessly handed him a check for ￡1,500.

  "Rich people, they're really rich!" On the way back, Mr. Yang looked at the check in his hand with a sense of wonder and thought to himself that he should find ways to make more money next time, such as insisting on taking an aluminum alloy carriage.

  The next morning, he was picked up by the vampire again at that small villa. At this time, the idiot's condition had obviously improved, and Yang Feng gave him another injection before rushing back to the company.

  Lin Huo and her classmates' advertising effect was huge, starting from the second day, Jin Yuan company was crowded with customers, and as time went by, the number of people increased, and the level of customers became higher and higher. At first, it was only female students from Cambridge, but later on, even noblewomen from London joined in the rush to buy, forcing Yang Feng to run overnight again to transport another batch.

  "No way! From now on, we need to control the quantity and can't sell like this anymore. We have to adopt a pay-first-then-pick-up-goods model. Also, the price needs to be raised. The sales were so hot that Yang Da, the big merchant, immediately showed his true colors. After selling out three tons of daily chemical products, Jin Yuan Company had to tell customers who came to buy."

  "Respected madam, I apologize sincerely. I didn't expect these products to be so popular either, so now the supply is extremely tight. If you really want them, you'll have to wait for a while, and you'll need to make a reservation first." Mr. Yang, dressed in high-end attire, said elegantly to an angry baroness.

  "How much longer must I wait!" The baroness glared at him with a hateful gaze, her teeth clenched.

  "This, at the very least, will take two months. You probably don't know that these goods all need to be transported from far-off China. Telegrams sent from here to there already require several days' time, and then loading them onto a ship will take even more time." Yang Feng said with a smile.

  "So is there a way to get it in the shortest time?" The other party isn't stupid either, of course they understand this guy's purpose.

  "This, I can actually take some from other customers' goods and give them to you, but in that case, I will have to bear a great risk. You also know that reputation is the most important thing for me." Yang Feng said.

  The baroness looked at him deeply, took out five pounds from her small handbag, Yang Feng looked at her and shook his head with an almost imperceptible amplitude. The baroness then took out two one-pound coins, Yang Feng continued to shake his head, the baroness pushed that pile aside, then directly took out a ten-pound note, Yang Feng nodded with the same amplitude, the baroness glared at him, then took out a fifty-pound note again.

  Yang Feng looked at her with inquiring eyes.

  The baroness pointed at the Yu Lan oil, Hai Fesi, and Piao Rou shower gel, then stretched out two fingers.

  "It's my pleasure to serve you!" Yang Feng said with a smile.