Entering the pigeon market, he saw that people walking around were all covering their faces with towels. Li Donglai also took out a white towel from his waist and tied it on his head, leaving only two eyes exposed on his face.
On both sides of the Pigeon Market squatted dark-skinned commune members.
In front of them were corn noodles, peanuts, ground oil, soybeans and other grains.
In a dark corner, there were several middle-aged people standing with canvas bags.
Their waists are bulging, they must be carrying someone.
From time to time, someone came over and took out a few coupons from his arms. The middle-aged man touched the coupons, counted out a few banknotes from his bag and handed them over.
The price negotiation method in the pigeon market is very strange. The buyer and seller put a towel on their hands, then hold each other's hand together, and negotiate the price with their fingers.
Without the hustle and bustle of the traditional market, the entire pigeon market was as silent as a ghost.
Li Donglai slowly walked through the ghost world until he remembered all the exits in his heart.
Then I came to a member who had two ducks in front of him.
Under the surprised gaze of the uncle, he took the newspaper out of his arms and spread it on the ground.
Then use a flashlight to illuminate the newspaper.
What was written on the newspaper was two big characters, doctor.
This guy looks like a human being, how could he be a lunatic!
The uncle, a member of the commune, quickly put the duck into the bamboo basket and moved two steps to the side.
Don't take away my duck, it's my child's homework capital.
The black words on the newspaper looked particularly bright under the illumination of the flashlight on the dark street.
Those visiting the ghost market also stopped one after another. Although their faces were covered by towels, you could still feel the surprise on their faces.
This is a ghost market, a place dedicated to speculation.
If you, a doctor, don't go to the hospital for consultation, what will you do in Paoge City?
Could it be that he is a liar?
Most people who dare to appear in the pigeon market have experienced severe beatings from society.
I have been fooled, more than the white flour steamed buns I have ever eaten.
They looked around for a while, then shook their heads and left.
Boy, this is what my uncle left from playing many years ago.
If you dare to come to Pigeon Market to deceive people, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave today.
Yes, although Pigeon City is a gray area in the capital, it is not a place of lawlessness.
In the pigeon market, it is officially allowed to engage in small-time activities, trade agricultural products, and resell a few tickets.
Once weapons, antiques, or national treasures appear, the pigeon market is waiting to be flushed.
In order for the pigeon market to exist for a long time, each pigeon market will have a pigeon owner.
The pigeon owner of the Shengdemen Pigeon Market is an old man in his sixties. People in the pigeon market don't know his real name. They only know that his nickname is Wang Wuye, and it is said that he is the grandson of Wang Wu of Da Dao.
Before liberation, Wang Wuye opened a martial arts gym in Beijing.
After the liberation, the martial arts schools were disbanded, and many of the brothers became workers one after another.
However, how can people in the world endure loneliness? In addition, life for everyone is very tight.
After the rise of the pigeon market, Wang Wuye stood up again and led a group of old brothers to maintain the order of the pigeon market.
Of course, we also charge some water money along the way.
This money usually comes from ticket dealers who resell tickets. For these dealers, having a place to trade makes this extra expense nothing.
In a two-story building in the center of Pigeon Market, Mr. Wang Wu was playing chess with a young man wearing a general's woolen coat.
The young man gently placed the black piece on the chessboard and said, "Wang Wuye, my father asked me to thank you for the information you provided last time."
"You're welcome, your father and I are old acquaintances, so I should help you with this." Wang Wuye agreed and said slowly: "Don't call me Wang Wuye from now on, I'm just an old man."
The young man raised his head with a meaningful look in his eyes: "Then...I'll call you the fifth uncle."
"Fifth Master, don't you want to know who is the person who is reselling Yuan blue and white porcelain vases?"
Wang Wuye seemed not to have heard anything and said softly, "Gu Shen, you lost again."
Gu Shen looked at the chessboard and laughed dumbly, "Fifth uncle, your chess skills are much better than my father's."
"It's no comparison. Your father was a man who fought on the battlefield. I only did tricks on the bridge for a few days. There's no comparison at all."
As Mr. Wang Wu spoke, he began to put the chess pieces into the straw basket.
Gu Shen also counted the numbers at this time, and reached out to hold Wang Wuye's skinny right hand, "Fifth Master, if you flew to the star just now, wouldn't you be able to kill my dragon? Why did you choose to die?"
Corner, that way you can win by just one glance."
Wang Wuye retracted his arm and said with a smile: "Winning a hundred eyes is a win, winning one eye is also a win. Is there any difference?"
Gu Shen was stunned, thought for a long time, shook his head with a wry smile, "I seem to understand why my father asked me to play chess with you."
"Oh, that's because he thinks you're a bad chess player!"
The two were chatting when a middle-aged man wearing a blue shirt hurriedly walked in.
He glanced at Gu Shen, nodded and apologized, and then whispered something into Wang Wuye's ear.
Middle-aged man: "Fifth Master, what should we do?"
Wang Wuye's ears twitched twice: "What should I do? No way."
The middle-aged man hesitated: "But, this guy is obviously a liar."
Mr. Wang Wu said coldly: "He just said he was a doctor. Are you sure he is not a doctor?"
Middle-aged man:....
Mr. Wang Wu sighed: "The rules of the pigeon market are set by us. If we don't abide by them, how can we convince everyone. However, if he is really a liar, his flaws will always be exposed."
Middle-aged man: "I understand, I'll keep an eye on it right now."
The two of them didn't seem to avoid Gu Shen. Gu Shen also understood. He stood up with a smile and said, "There is a doctor in the pigeon market. I'm going to see him."
With that said, he and the middle-aged man left the small building together.
Mr. Wang Wu lay down on a chair and narrowed his eyes: "This child really looks like his father.
It's a pity that it lacks some stability.
People are like the grass on the wall. If they cannot stand firmly, they will be blown down by the strong wind."
...
In the darkness of Pigeon Market, Li Donglai squatted until his legs were numb. No one came to ask, and most of the people who came and went looked at him in the same way.
This look was all too familiar to Li Donglai.
In his previous life, he visited a client at the Fifth Psychiatric Hospital.
This client is a good-looking girl.
The little girl fostered a golden retriever dog in Li Donglai's pet clinic and agreed to pick it up in two weeks.
As a result, a month later, the little girl was nowhere to be seen.
Li Donglai dialed the number on the contract and found an impatient man on the phone.
When he heard about the golden retriever, he directly said that the little girl was sent to a mental hospital.
As for the golden retriever, let Li Donglai have full discretion. He can sell it or give it in.
This matter could have ended here, and Li Donglai only lost a little bit of dog food.
But he became curious, because he clearly remembered the last time he saw the little girl, the little girl called him "Pretty Boy" in an eloquent manner.
How could a person with such good vision end up in a mental hospital?
So, Li Donglai followed the information provided by the impatient man and came to the mental hospital.
Through the attending doctor, he learned about the little girl's illness.
In the eyes of the little girl, everyone is a golden retriever, including herself.
At that time, the attending doctors and nurses looked at the little girl in the same way.
Well, if I could go back to the original world, I would definitely use the Barefoot Doctor System on the little girl.
