Lu Man had been deep in thought until the car door was opened and the cold wind blew in, making her a little more awake.
Looking at the dark place around him, Lu Man felt a little confused. He opened his eyes wide and asked, "Where is this?"
It seems to be a slum area, but it also seems to be an isolated place. The street lights flicker and dim, and a prostitute stands in a hidden corner, staring here.
"Come, I'll take you to see the iron doctor." Dong Jin smiled slightly and stretched out his hand to hug her.
Lu Man was a little confused. There was no hospital here, so what kind of doctor should he go to?
Dong Jin carried her through the dark alley and came to a two-story old building. He pushed open the rusty iron door and walked into the small courtyard with a creak.
The house was quite old, and the doorbell had long been broken. Dong Jin put Lu Man down, supported her with one hand, and knocked on the door with the other.
Soon, a loud voice came from the door, coming closer and closer, cursing and swearing.
Dong Jin looked at Lu Man with some embarrassment and smiled: "Don't worry, he has a bad mouth, but his skills in treating iron are quite good."
Lu Man also smiled coquettishly. Only she knew that her cheeky little face was burning and had already turned red.
"It's so cold that I can't let anyone live. Who the hell is that?" The door was forcefully opened, revealing an old face covered with wrinkles. He squinted and looked at the two people outside the door.
"Lao Zhang, it's me" Dong Jin greeted the visitor with a smile.
The old man named Lao Zhang saw Dong Jin's face clearly, then he stood up straight, snorted and said: "It's you brat again. I knew you were up to no good." He muttered and cursed, and pulled
He opened the door and let the two of them in.
Quite an old layout, with gray and black walls, dim yellow chandeliers, a few old black and white photos hanging on the walls, and even the tables and chairs are brown and black Eight Immortals tables.
It looked like a house from the 1950s and 1960s. Lu Man made the decision after looking it over.
"Don't say anything. You kid, come here this time. If you don't satisfy me, don't blame me for being rude." Lao Zhang said in a rough voice and glared at Dong Jin, as if he was quite dissatisfied.
Dong Jin smiled slightly, took out a small bottle of wine from his coat pocket, put it on the Eight Immortals table and said, "I know you are good at this, when did I forget it?"
Lu Man looked over and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. No wonder he got out of the car and walked a few steps before he went back and picked up this thing. It turned out to be a tribute to this weird-looking old man.
When Lao Zhang saw the small, palm-sized wine bottle on the table, his small eyes suddenly flashed with light. He grabbed the bottle in his hand, unscrewed the lid and took a sniff: "Fifteen years of Maotai, you are a wise boy."
He grinned, revealing teeth that were yellowed by long-term smoking. One of the upper front teeth was missing. Lu Man almost didn't smile when he saw it.
"Little girl, you can laugh if you want. You won't be afraid of internal injuries even if you hold your hands?" Lao Zhang snorted and squinted at Lu Man.
Lu Man immediately stopped smiling, straightened his face, and stood up: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it."
When she stood there, she didn't even think that she was a patient. When she exerted force, her left foot started to hurt. Her face suddenly turned pale and she almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Dong Jin's quick eyesight and quick hands helped her.
"Is everything okay? Why are you so careless?" Dong Jin grabbed her arm nervously and asked, then looked at Lao Zhang and said, "Uncle Zhang, look."
"I know, look at how nervous you are." Lao Zhang saw Dong Jin's nervousness in his eyes, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and then he stood up and walked towards the inside.
Lu Man looked at Dong Jin. Could it be that this eccentric old man was unwilling to treat her?
Before she could think deeply, Dong Jin helped her stand up again, and Lao Zhang shouted from the front: "Don't come in yet."
Dong Jin saw that she could not move even an inch, so he picked her up again and walked into the inner room, making Lu Man blush for a while.
In the waiting room, Lao Zhang was messing with something in the small kitchen. Lu Man only heard a rustling sound. Dong Jin explained: "Although Lao Zhang has a weird temper, he is very good at massaging wounds. Don't look at it."
This place is not that good, and it’s hard to find, but everyone in this area knows this place, and even the emerging big brothers often come to him for massages.”
"Really?" Lu Man exclaimed, Xinxing is a triad gang, but how could a high-class nobleman like Dong Jin know about it?
"How did you know?" she couldn't help but ask.
Dong Jin smiled and was about to explain when Lao Zhang came out with a dark cloth bag and glared at Dong Jin: "You bastard, you are saying bad things behind others again."
"No, I'm praising you." Dong Jin chuckled.
Lao Zhang snorted, sat on a small stool, and put Lu Man's injured leg on his knee. He looked at it first, then pressed it, until Lu Man cried out in pain, he then removed the dirty black cloth bag.
Apply on red and swollen ankles
"Ah" Lu Man cried out. The hot cloth touched her skin, causing her to reflexively want to withdraw her legs.
Lao Zhang pressed her feet hard and glared at her. Lu Man pursed her lips and did not dare to move.
The dirty and black cloth bag contained something unknown. It looked like small beads. It was hot and smelled of medicine. Lao Zhang took the cloth bag and kept pressing it on the red and swollen condyle until it was no longer hot and then started again.
Changed
After doing this for two times, Lu Man felt that her feet that had been unable to rest suddenly became much better and could be placed flat on the ground. She moved, looked at Dong Jin in surprise and shouted: "Brother Dong"
"Are you feeling better?" Dong Jin looked at her crooked smile with a smile.
Lu Man nodded vigorously. She didn't expect that this old man really had two hands. He didn't know what was wrapped in the black and dirty cloth bag. After he heated it several times, the redness and swelling disappeared a lot, and his feet were much better.
At first, she was still complaining in her heart that the thing hadn't been washed for who knows how many years, but now it seemed that it was her own villain's belly.
"Little girl, have you taken it?" Lao Zhang walked out of the kitchen again, holding an unknown leaf in his hand with a layer of ointment-like substance on it, and applied it to Lu Man's feet without saying a word.
Go up and bandage it up quickly
When the feet of a rice dumpling were wrapped, Lao Zhang stood up, clapped his hands, looked at Dong Jin and said, "Okay, let's change the dressing for three days in a row. Don't get wet, and eat less spicy and sour food."
"Thank you, Uncle Zhang" Lu Man thanked her sincerely
"Okay, okay, I'm a rough guy and don't understand this stuff. If you really want to thank me, just bring some good wine to the old man." Lao Zhang waved his hand and glanced at Dong Jin with disgust: "Go out and bring it to me.
If you come to your door, the old man won’t deliver.”
Dong Jin was not polite and said with a smile: "I'll bother you again tomorrow."
"Get out!" Lao Zhang curled his lips, turned around and walked into the kitchen to work.