"Hey, old man, have you thought about it?"
"Not urgent!"
It's the same sentence again. Along the way, 15 minutes are about to pass. Zhang Xiaoqiang got this "don't rush" from the beginning to the end.
"I'll go! Don't be in a hurry. I'm in a hurry. Old man, look at the time. If you don't hurry up, I'll..."
"Wait a minute!" With a raised eyebrow, the old man suddenly stopped Zhang Xiaoqiang's progress: "Go back."
"Pour? Where to pour?"
"Step back... to the left... Oh, yes, yes, right here."
Following the old man's instructions, Zhang Xiaoqiang stopped at a telephone pole.
"Here? What are you doing here?"
"Look at the note on the pole."
"Note?" Looking for it, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw a small advertisement with black letters on a white background on the telephone pole: "A veteran military doctor specializes in treating impotence, genital warts and gonorrhea... An ancestral formula, no surgery, no pain, traditional Chinese and Western medicine Treatment... What are you asking me to do here?"
"under!"
"Down there?" Zhang Xiaoqiang took advantage of the situation and aimed at "Second Master".
"Where are you looking!? Down below! Under the note!"
"Damn! You didn't tell me earlier!" Changing his gaze, Zhang Xiaoqiang continued: "...100 meters to the left in the narrow alley, what happened?"
"Well, it's quite close to us, let's go there."
"Where are you going?" he howled uncontrollably, and all eyes on the road suddenly fell on Zhang Xiaoqiang.
You must know that at this moment, Zhang Xiaoqiang was staring at the telephone pole. The small advertisement on it was only 50 centimeters away from him. Immediately, several passers-by covered their faces and smiled, and an old lady even enthusiastically stepped forward to pat Zhang Xiaoqiang on the shoulder. He kindly reminded me: "Young man, it's a big matter that concerns your children and grandchildren. It's better to go to a regular hospital for treatment. In the future, don't go to messy places."
"I..." Speechless!
He ran away quickly, but when he stopped, Zhang Xiaoqiang found that he had turned into an alley without knowing it.
Looking up, I saw a large "Red Cross" sign looming at the end.
At this time, the old man said with a cheerful smile: "It should be over there, let's go over there."
"Go there? What am I going to do?"
"What do you think? Of course it's a live broadcast. Besides, the injury on your body from being beaten the day before yesterday hasn't healed yet. It's time to ask the old military doctor to take a look. It kills two birds with one stone, hehehe."
"Old man, it's fun to play tricks on me, isn't it? Do you really think I don't dare to fall out?"
"Hey, you are so anxious and angry. Who just begged your father to worship your grandma and asked me to help you think of something? That's all, you can do whatever you want, don't drag me down. Your life is your own, you can decide on your own."
"I… "
Looking at the time on his wrist, another half minute had passed. Now Zhang Xiaoqiang had no way out, so he could only walk forward, and soon he arrived in front of the target clinic.
The clinic is not big, and the plaque on the roof has long since fallen off, leaving only the words "Brother is an old military doctor" in big, vague words.
"Go in." The old man urged again.
Zhang Xiaoqiang, who had no choice but to take a deep breath, walked into the house.
After entering the house, there is another plaque in front of you, which neatly reads:
An old military doctor in the capital has been practicing for 20 years. He has unique skills. He can light up light bulbs with his bare hands with 220V electricity in his hands. He also created his own Ponzi massage method, which uses palm wind and micro-electric massage to stimulate acupuncture points. He can cure all diseases and eliminate them at his fingertips.
There were a bunch of awards and honors underneath, and Zhang Xiaoqiang briefly scanned them. From Wudang, Shaolin, Emei, to Kunlun, Huashan, Kongtong, basically everything was included. The most ridiculous thing, he actually saw the Nobel Prize Award.
"What are you doing?" Just as he was astonished at the great achievements of the old military doctor, a deep voice suddenly came from inside the room. Zhang Xiaoqiang jumped back in fright, turned his face and swept away, only to find an old man leaning against him in the corner of the room. Study books on stool.
Not surprisingly, this person should be the "long-time military doctor" of the clinic.
"I... I see a doctor." Nie Yu, the old military doctor, said in an intimidating tone, and Zhang Xiaoqiang responded with some uneasiness.
"Sit down!" Putting the book on the table, the old military doctor pointed to the chair and stool beside the table and motioned for Zhang Xiaoqiang to sit down.
After sitting down, Zhang Xiaoqiang took a peek at the study work that the old military doctor had just put down. The title of the book clearly reads: The six major factions of rebirth besieged Guangmingding.
"What's your name?" The old Chinese doctor's calm voice came to my ears again.
Zhang Xiaoqiang quickly replied: "Zhang Xiaoqiang."
"Age?" asked the old military doctor.
"Twenty." Zhang Xiaoqiang replied.
"Gender?" the old military doctor asked.
"I... what do you think?" Zhang Xiaoqiang replied.
"Just a man, please leave your phone number?" the old military doctor asked.
Zhang Xiaoqiang replied.
"What's wrong with you?" the old military doctor asked.
"I..." I was speechless. Zhang Xiaoqiang wanted to say "guess", but after thinking about the electric shock stunt he saw on the plaque just now, he decided not to. He was afraid that the old man would slap him.
"Okay, no need to say more, let's go to bed!" Zhang Xiaoqiang burst out for no reason. Hearing this, Zhang Xiaoqiang almost spit out his overnight meal.
Can you imagine the shadow area in your heart when an old man with a wrinkled face says "go to bed" to you? In short, Zhang Xiaoqiang is quite sour and happy!
Following the direction of the old man's finger, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw a faded lift chair placed in the center of the back room. Although he couldn't see clearly from a distance, Zhang Xiaoqiang still managed to piece together the words "paint peeled off" from the back of the chair. There are words like "One haircut and no barber shop".
I go! This old man really has many skills but not too much trouble. He can use his room for many purposes.
"Oh, um... I don't care about hair... Oh no, forget about this massage. Do you have any other therapies that I don't know how to use?" Zhang Xiaoqiang was really afraid of being electrocuted.
"Of course," the old military doctor couldn't be vague. He opened the drawer and took out a medicine bag and threw it on the table: "This is a prescription that I personally prepared. It was passed down to me by an old Taoist I met while traveling in Wudang Mountain. Medicinal materials are expensive and I usually don't take them out, but seeing that you are suffering from a serious illness at such a young age, I will make an exception and sell them to you today. Take this medicine three times a day for three consecutive days and I will ensure that you are cured of the disease."
Staring at the medicine bag that the old man pushed in front of him, Zhang Xiaoqiang was stunned for a long time, and finally couldn't help but choke out a sentence: "Um... have you seen Zhang Sanfeng?"
"Asshole! Are you questioning my medical skills?"
"Oh, no, no," he subconsciously leaned back, and after opening the range of the old military doctor's palm, Zhang Xiaoqiang continued: "Old man, I'm not questioning your medical skills, it's just that... you didn't check anything Just give me the medicine, wouldn’t it be a bit..."
"Hmph! Boy, let me ask you, did you stay up all night last night?"
Zhang Xiaoqiang did not sleep all night last night because he was thinking about the old man's affairs.
"Did you have spicy strips, Coke, and instant noodles for dinner?"
I go! God!
"Did you do any strenuous exercise this morning?"
Didn't I just play one-on-one basketball with Wang Lei this morning
…
As the old military doctor asked a series of questions, Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes almost popped out of his head in shock. How could this be a doctor? This fucking Sherlock Holmes was alive.
After being stunned for a long time, he swallowed in disbelief and said, "You, how do you know these things?"
"Humph, Chinese medicine emphasizes seeing, hearing, asking, and understanding. I've noticed your problem since you came in." After saying that, the old military doctor moved his fingers: "Even if you don't believe me, you have to believe the evaluations of these patients."
In the direction of the finger is a wall covered with banners and letters of thanks. There are all kinds of beautiful words on the wall: "hanging pot to help the world", "wonderful hand to rejuvenate", "a hundred cures are effective"... "Bian Que is reincarnated".
And just when Zhang Xiaoqiang was impressed by the veteran medical doctor's unparalleled medical skills, an electric shock suddenly erupted in his head, and then a "stream of consciousness" marked in red suddenly jumped out:
"How dare you claim that Bian Que is reincarnated with such poor medical skills!? What a nonsense!"
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