More than ten days have passed, and the patients in the previous surgery have basically recovered, especially the "jade cannon". Now the sewing man says that he has recovered and has been completely cured by Dr. Chen.

He stopped working every day and stayed at the door of the temporary hospital every day to maintain order for Chen Xia.

Yan Jin was not short of money. When Chen Xia came to remove the stitches for him, he personally sent a piece of high-ice yellow jade, which made Chen Xia's mouth skewed.

He said, "How can you be so embarrassed? No, no," but in fact, he grabbed the yellow jadeite rough stone and refused to let go.

The best jadeite is green, followed by red envelopes, and yellow jadeite is only considered medium. But a piece of high ice-type yellow jadeite looks transparent and free of impurities, and maybe it is still a piece of glass, so the value is different.

It may not be precious now, and it will be treasures in the future, let alone this is in vain.

However, as the saying goes, if you have nothing to do, you must ask for something. After seeing Chen Xia smile and accept it, Yan Jinche spoke carefully:

"Doctor Chen, I wonder if you can give the old Myanmar opposite to you a look at it?"

Chen Xia was not sure about the situation at the border and said in embarrassment: "There is no problem with the surgery, but foreigners come to our country to treat the disease. How do they come here? Do you want a visa and passport or something?"

As soon as Chen Xia said this, everyone around him burst into laughter, even Yan Jinche laughed out loud,

"Doctor Chen, we are the neighbors next door with Lao Myanmar. We have free exchanges between ethnic minorities. Where can we need a passport? I haven't heard of it."

Yan Jinche said softly again: "I know a lot of old and Myanmar. They are so poor that they are dying, but they have a lot of jade in their hands, and they are all glass and high ice jade you want. As long as you promise to take the medical treatment, I will be responsible for helping you pick up and drop off the patients and will never cause you any trouble."

Chen Xia thought to himself, you are so enthusiastic, do you want to share jade with me? But he said politely:

"Brother Yan, why are you so embarrassed? If you want to pick up and drop off the patient, then you will lose a lot."

Yan Jinche waved his hand, "Doctor Chen, you don't know that I am the agent of these old and Myanmar in China. They need local people like me to serve as a shipping route for shipping to our country. So brother, I also have to curry favor with these old and Myanmar. If I serve them well, they will give me more good goods."

Chen Xia understood that Yan Jinqi was just a pimp, and Lao Myanmar was his master, but what did Chen Xia do? What he wanted was jade. No matter whether you were old Myanmar or American, you would not refuse anyone.

For the monkeys like Lao Myanmar, having milk is just a mother, who is not following? Surviving is the most important thing.

"Okay, Brother Yan, please arrange it. By the way, you have to find some diabolic buildings in the village to accommodate these patients. Many people cannot go back immediately after the operation. They also have to change the dressing on time every day, remove the stitches or stay for observation."

"Doctor Chen, you really feel good, so we'll make up."

So in the following days, Chen Xia's temporary hospital had some black and thin patients. These people looked exactly like the Dai people in Yunhazhai, and it was impossible to tell that they were from the other side.

In this way, Chen Xia was relieved. He came from later generations and was quite sensitive to smuggling. He didn't want to do some illegal things, and if he was arrested, he would die.

The surgery to Lao Myanmar brought many glass and high ice-type top-quality jade to Chen Xia, which was very rewarding.

Those who can come here to see a doctor are the little warlords or their families. These people have guns, territory and jade, but they just don’t have money or supplies, let alone medicine.

In places with poor mountains and bad waters, medicines cannot be transported in at all. Once transported in, they are sky-high prices, and only a few people can enjoy it.

There are even fewer doctors. Only big cities like Yangon have surgeries, and there are almost no surgeons in northern Myanmar.

The long-term war has destroyed everything in this country, so we must take it as a warning and cherish peace.

Chen Xia can only perform some simplest general surgery in this "field hospital". He is absolutely afraid to take some advanced surgery. He has to be responsible to the patients and even more for his personal safety.

For example, cholecystitis and gallstones are not afraid because he has minimally invasive surgery. If he changes, he will not dare to open his stomach.

After working on the operation for more than half a month, fewer and fewer people need to undergo surgery. The rest are either in no hurry or there is no jade at home.

For example, the people in Ruili had long heard that my sister had sued a miracle doctor from another province for surgery, but they couldn't do anything without jade.

In the following days, Chen Xia began to take the internal medicine route, and antibiotics became the best-selling medicine. Other antipyretics, antidiarrhea drugs, and cough medicines are also in short supply.

It’s still the same rule that you have to exchange jade for medicine.

The jade that Chen Xia received now can only be described as a daily gold pound. Of course, it will take years to appreciate. Now when you take it back, others only think it is beautiful glass.

After all, only Chen Xia knows the future value of jadeite.

On this day, an old Burmese sneaked into the village again. This person often came and exchanged jade for some medicines. Chen Xia remembered it after coming too many times. At first glance, he was a fellow man with him and was speculative.

His name is Aku. Aku is black and thin, wearing national costumes, with very bright eyes. He looks like a smart person at first glance. Of course, he can afford to suffer and make money.

Today he brought an irregular piece of raw stone, with a gray-brown skin, and the jade inside had been painted around. Chen Xia shone with a strong flashlight, and the green inside made Chen Xia's heart stop beating for a few seconds.

Chen Xia did not dare to look back, pretended to continue looking at the stone, and asked, "Aku, what's the point of this stone?"

"Doctor Chen, this is a good material for Moxisha, weighing 30 kilograms. You have also seen it. Jade has been painted all around. The glass type or high ice type is still necessary to be identified, but this color is definitely Zhengyang green or emerald."

"Fuck, maybe it's just that there's green on the surface. Cut it in and it's a big stone. You wait, I'll find someone to take a look."

Chen Xia was still a little rational. This kind of window-opening stone may not be as simple as it looks on the surface, otherwise there would be no window-opening stones. Chen Xia was not afraid of losses, but was afraid of being regarded as a fool.

Several old jade craftsmen in the village were called by Chen Xia. Chen Xia knew their level that this stone had no interest in them, and they could give a fair and just evaluation.

Dao Daguang and his men looked at it carefully with the strong light flashlight, and even turned the raw stone over and looked at it upside down. After discussing for a long time, they said to Chen Xia:

"Doctor Chen, this is a good piece of material. It looks like a glass-type Zhengyang Green on the surface. I haven't seen it for so many years. If I make a bracelet, I can get dozens of pairs."
Chapter completed!