They often come here secretly during get off work hours or even late at night, like thieves.
Every professional woman who walks into Xiaobei Clinic has a look of longing and anxiety on her face. When she leaves, she feels much more relaxed, with her head held high, as if she has regained her confidence.
Some of them are 3 or 40 years old, some are 17 or 8, some come in luxury cars, some come on buses and subways...
The only thing they have in common is that they are all more voluptuous.
That night, a tattooed man was sitting in the Xiaobei Clinic. His upper body was bare, revealing a tattoo of a green dragon spitting beads. He was frothing at the mouth and boasting, as if he had cut off the tail from the street. Who wouldn't give him the face of Brother Qinglong?
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It was obviously not the first time he blew it. None of the boys sitting around him listened carefully. They were all looking at the beautiful tattoos on Brother Qinglong's body with envious eyes.
This kind of large-scale tattoo, and such a detailed tattoo, is not something that little gangsters like them can afford. They don't have tens of thousands of dollars to get such a tattoo.
After Brother Qinglong finished bragging, he put on his clothes and lovingly touched the tattoo on his chest, on the dragon's head.
It can be seen that there is a scar on it, which runs through the dragon's head and is twisted and hideous.
"Fortunately, we have Dr. Xiao Bei here, and his skills are really amazing."
"Look at this wound, I have to arrange the tattoo neatly."
Brother Qinglong said with lingering fear: "The last time a friend of mine went to a big hospital, the tattoo didn't match up after being sutured. Guess what?
Crooked!"
"What a tiger that came down the mountain, but it was sewn up to look like Garfield Cat."
Brother Qinglong's words came from his heart. The younger brothers nodded solemnly and remembered them in their hearts.
I thought about it one by one. If there is a scar on the tattoo in the future, I will have to see Dr. Xiaobei.
Waiting for Brother Qinglong to get dressed, he held the shoulder of the boy next to him, threw down the money honestly, and then they walked out.
While walking, Brother Qinglong murmured: "The life of Dr. Xiaobei is good, but this place is unlucky and very gloomy. I feel exhausted every time I finish sewing, just like seven times a night."
Brother Qinglong just muttered, but it didn't stop him from seeing a 20-year-old, slightly fat professional woman with eyes outside the door, and whistled habitually.
The slightly fat woman sneaked into Xiaobei Clinic, faced a middle-aged nurse, and announced her purpose:
"Hello, I'm looking for Dr. Xiaobei."
"Lose~ lose weight!"
Middle-aged aunts are not surprised either.
If you come to this shady clinic, and you don’t look like the poor people living in low-rent housing nearby, you’re not gangster, and you’re a woman, you’re 99% here to lose weight.
Xiaobei's unique method is massage to lose weight. After he opened this Xiaobei clinic, the news spread like wildfire throughout Xiajiang City.
Many young ladies who can drive luxury cars will come to her, just asking Xiaobei to touch her.
The effect is also real money and not adulterated at all.
A middle-aged female nurse saw with her own eyes a 160-pound high school girl who lived nearby. After several courses of massage by Dr. Xiaobei, she lost weight to 90. From a pitiful person who was bullied all day long, she became a pathetic person in the eyes of many boys.
goddess.
She nonchalantly registered the fat woman and asked the woman to go directly to see Dr. Xiaobei. She wondered whether she should also let her chubby daughter come and have Dr. Xiaobei press the button.
"Doctor, hello doctor!"
"My name is Xiaolan, and I want to lose weight."
Xiaolan said hello to Dr. Xiaobei, who was wearing a white coat and black-rimmed glasses.
Xiaobei turned around and said coldly: "Take off your clothes and go to bed."