Ji'an, the pharmacy salesperson downstairs in the community,
My daily job is to sell kaiselu to the uncle and cold medicine to the aunt.
He didn't expect that
He will also be reborn in India at the beginning of the century.
Now that we are here, then...
Caste?
Want to add ~
Human bones?
Want to add ~
Magic stick?
Want to add ~
Lizard?
Want to add ~
Generic drugs?
Want to add ~
Ganga beauty?
Want to add~, need to add~~
Come to cheat, come to sneak attack, come to rob, come to deceive, come with nothing...
Everything is in line with Indian characteristics!
A few years later,
Ji'an, who has a monopoly on Indian pharmaceuticals, saw Asan kneeling in front of him begging for medicine. He shrugged and said: I am not the god of medicine!
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(PS: Readers, please come in. This book will present you with a strange and true story about a magical country...)