It is difficult to say whether the large quantities of counterfeit drugs were produced in the small workshops of the poor kilns.

It may or may not.

Anyway, the salary in India is really low.

Workers like those who do laundry, earn less than ten dollars a day, which is still the income of a lot of work from day to night.

Garawa felt that the environment in this poor kiln was not good, and he wanted to take Ye Chen out of here, anyway he had already seen it.

"Doctor Ye, is there such a poor kiln in China?"

China's poor kiln?

Ye Chen had never heard of it.

However, he knows that China also has very poor places, but if it is a big city, there is no such place like a poor kiln.

If we compare these poor kilns with villages in cities, the environment in villages in cities may be better than these places.

Then there are the indigenous people in the villages in the city, who have a lot of money, whether it is rent collection or demolition, it is completely different from here.

"I shouldn't. The locals in those big cities in China are basically doing well."

"Well, it seems that I have to visit China next time."

As the saying goes, open your eyes to the world, if you just stay in your own country, you may not be clear about the things in the other world outside.

Although there is also well-developed Internet information, sometimes what you see may not be true.

"Doctor Ye, let's leave first, it's very dirty inside."

Garawa couldn't stay.

He and the bodyguards and Ye Chen were also preparing to leave here, when they suddenly saw an old man lying in front of them unconsciously.

Although someone was passing by or watching, but no one came close to pay attention to each other.

Garawa took a look too, and ignored it.

There are many Indians, and the caste is very complicated.

In Garawa’s view, it was basically Indian untouchables who lived in such a place, plus, he didn’t want to bother about these things, so he planned to leave.

"Is that person dead or alive?" Ye Chen asked.

"I don't know, maybe it's spiritual practice."

Like India, there are many different kinds of spiritual practice.

The most weird thing may be to maintain a posture for a lifetime, not to move, and then to be worshipped by others. Like the situation of the old man in front of him, in Garawa's eyes, it may be the same.

Therefore, he didn't want to bother.

However, Ye Chen had already seen that the other party's situation was not right.

When he stopped and put his hand on the place's nose, the breath looked very weak.

"He looks dying. Call the ambulance!"

"Doctor Ye, it's useless, the ambulance won't come to such a place."

The ambulance does not come to this place?

How is this possible?

Ye Chen couldn't believe it.

Do you just die here watching the place?

Ye Chen could only look at Garawa and his bodyguard, and said, "You pick him up, come aside, and I will treat him."

"Doctor Ye, you?"

"Faster."

Garawa hurriedly asked the bodyguard to pick up the old man, stepped aside, and after putting him down, Ye Chen checked the place again.

Seeing that the skin of this old man's whole body also looks very dark, I don't know if it is the lowest in the Indian caste?

However, after Ye Chen checked the opponent, what surprised Ye Chen was that there was a wound on the opponent's back. This was a knife wound, and it should have shed a lot of blood.

The other party had better luck and survived, and just happened to run into Ye Chen again.

Ye Chen hurriedly took out the silver needle to wake him up first.

Then he said: "Garrava, he obviously lost too much blood, or he should be sent to the hospital for a blood transfusion first."

"Doctor Ye, me?"

"Of course, don't you want to die?"

Garawa could only let the bodyguard go out with his back on his back, and then go to the hospital.

India has free medical care for all people, but this free medical care is not as good as imagined, otherwise it is impossible for patients to go to the streets outside to buy low-cost imitation western medicine.

Now I drove the other person to the other side by car. At that time, Garawa would have to pay the hospital, and the hospital would give the old man a blood transfusion. Otherwise, the old man would die at the hospital door.

At this point, Ye Chen discovered that it was the same in the whole world.

When Gallawa and the bodyguard hurriedly sent the old man out, Ye Chen did not leave with him, he was still here.

However, when the residents of the poor kilns around saw that Ye Chen had just taken care of the old man, these people admired the young man a little.

"Are you from China?"

Almost all Indians speak Indian English. Of course, this oral communication is much simpler than written.

"I am Chinese." Ye Chen said.

"Then was your Chinese medicine technique just now?"

"It is indeed Chinese medicine."

As for the word acupuncture and moxibustion, Ye Chen didn't know how to translate it better, because Galawa was not here, so he didn't translate it.

However, now he was greeted warmly by a middle-aged couple to their place.

The couple opened a family workshop and made things related to those fabrics. Once inside, Ye Chen saw many people working in it.

There are men and women of all ages.

Seeing that those children should not be fifteen years old, this is obviously child labor.

"Doctor Ye, what to drink?"

any drinks?

Ye Chen was a little scared. He couldn't stand the Ganges water and coffee. However, the couple were so enthusiastic, Ye Chen said, "Water."

The middle-aged woman went to pour Ye Chen a glass of water, but it seemed very clean and there was no peculiar smell.

"Is this Ganges water?"

"This is tap water."

Tap water?

However, the tap water seems to be filtered only, and these Indians should just like to drink raw water, it is not heated.

If you drink this kind of water, most people's stomachs and stomachs really can't stand it.

"Doctor Ye, don't you drink it?"

"I'm not very thirsty."

Ye Chen really didn't want to drink it.

In fact, Mumbai is close to the sea, but there are also rivers here, which look similar to those polluted rivers.

The residents of these poor kilns may have long been used to it.

"Do you usually drink water without heating it up?"

Hot?

One is that there is often no electricity in the poor people's kiln. Even if there is electricity, there is no electricity for a few hours in a day, and the electrical appliances are definitely not available.

Moreover, they feel that boiling water to drink is a waste of firewood.

"No, no need."

"I suggest that you boil the water and drink it after cooling it down."

"This is a waste of charcoal fire." The middle-aged woman said.

Ye Chen had no idea what to say.

He didn't drink any water, looked inside, and saw the men, women and children busy using those fabrics there, and even dyeing the fabric directly, which seemed to be done by hand.