Rebirth to 90s: Start from Scratch

Chapter 47 Shot like wind

Zhang Qianxiu asked Huang Enquan and Zhang Jiankang to keep the shop, buy some vegetables by themselves, and cook in Shudetang.

When Zhang Qianxiu walked into Shudetang, he saw the group of punks again.

The person injured by Zhang Qianxiu lies on a simple hospital bed, and the old Chinese doctor is stitching up the wound.

The little gangsters sitting on the side watching saw Zhang Qianxiu coming in, their expressions immediately gloomy, and they approached Zhang Qianxiu, ready to do it. Someone had blocked Zhang Qianxiu’s path.

The old Chinese doctor still kept his hands moving, and said: “If you do, just get out of here, and don’t come to me in the future.”

The gangsters were stunned when they heard what the old Chinese doctor said.

They are not Huang Enquan and their kind of messing around in small places, they are just bullying and fearing hardship.

These little **** can sometimes fight with each other at the first sight. Old Chinese doctors have always been their first choice after being injured.

A small **** looked at the old Chinese doctor and said, “Old man Ge, this kid hurt our person. It will not do you any good for you to protect him like this.”

The old Chinese doctor continued to stitch the wounded needle, and said calmly: “If you don’t believe it, you can try it.”

The gangster hesitated for a moment, and didn’t dare to really offend the old Chinese doctor. In the future, Zhang Qianxiu would have many troublesome opportunities. He pointed to Zhang Qianxiu’s nose and said, “Boy, you are lucky today. Sooner or later, you will be planted in… …what……”

The gangster hadn’t spoken yet, Zhang Qianxiu suddenly grabbed the gangster with his left hand and pointed at his finger, and pressed it forcefully, a clear “click” sound came, and the gangster suddenly screamed.

Zhang Qianxiu did it first, and the other punks couldn’t control so much, so they shot one after another.

Zhang Qianxiu slammed the dish he was holding.

“Hey…” It happened to be on the face of a little **** who had just rushed up.

The vegetables and meat suddenly scattered all over the place.

Zhang Qianxiu released his left hand and grabbed a stool as a weapon. With the experience of the previous two desperate attempts, Zhang Qianxiu leaned his back against the wall and started without any mercy. When the two stools went down, he smashed the heads of two young gangsters with blood flowing.

After all, double fists are hard to beat four hands, and other punks are also grabbing things as weapons.

In a blink of an eye, Zhang Qianxiu had already suffered four or five blows on his body, and he was in pain.

Zhang Qianxiu didn’t say a word in pain, but he forced it to make all the little gangsters hang on their bodies.

“Fuck me!” a little **** yelled, then turned around and smashed the small stool in his hand towards Zhang Qianxiu.

Zhang Qianxiu used the stool in his hand to block, caught off guard, he was smashed in the chest.

Suddenly, a figure rushed over, and no one had reacted yet, two punks were directly “knocked” and flew out.

Zhang Qianxiu calmly saw that he was an old Chinese doctor.

The old TCM doctor’s shots were clean and neat, but seemingly random shots contained extremely powerful explosive power.

In the time of two breaths, all the gangsters were brought to the ground, and none of them could stand up.

Zhang Qianxiu held the stool and looked a little confused. He didn’t expect the old Chinese doctor to be so good.

After finishing the work, the old Chinese doctor said to Zhang Qianxiu: “Young people must learn to meditate. The Tao Te Ching has a saying: if you hold on to it, you don’t need it. You can’t keep it forever. Jin Yuying The room, you can’t keep it. Rich and arrogant, self-defeating and retreating, and the way of heaven.”

Zhang Qianxiu’s whole body is in pain now, and he has never heard this paragraph of what the old Chinese doctor said.

Zhang Qianxiu couldn’t understand the true meaning of these things. He was a little embarrassed: “Old sir, I didn’t expect you to be so knowledgeable and so skilled.”

The old Chinese doctor said faintly: “In the past, an old boxer taught, many people will… few of them are alive.”

At the end, the old Chinese doctor’s tone looked a little lonely, and he turned around and continued to stitch the little **** on the hospital bed.

Zhang Qianxiu almost couldn’t hold it anymore, put down the stool in his hand, sat down by himself, took out a cigarette, and smoked it slowly to relieve the pain on his body.

Those little punks were lying on the ground in painful nests. Zhang Qianxiu looked at them, but there was no hatred in his heart, just plain dislike.

Ten minutes later, the old Chinese doctor stitched the wound and bandaged it again, got up and walked towards the door, picking up the vegetables on the ground.

Zhang Qianxiu said quickly: “Old gentleman, it’s all on the ground, I’ll go buy some more meat.”

“Washing and eating, you sit down, I will cook, they can stand up later, you will help me collect medical expenses, a total of three hundred and six.” The old Chinese doctor said and walked inside.

After a while, the gangsters slowly stood up, probably because they were beaten up by the old Chinese doctor, or because they were so painful that they didn’t continue to act on Zhang Qianxiu.

Zhang Qianxiu looked at these people and said lightly: “Medicine expenses, three hundred and six.”

The gangsters are either holding on to the wall or on the side of the table and chairs, standing is worthless.

A small **** squinted at Zhang Qianxiu. They heard what the old Chinese doctor said before. They were unwilling to take out the money. They counted three hundred and sixty yuan and threw them on the ground: “Count it yourself!”

Zhang Qianxiu frowned and glanced at the money on the ground. He was about to get angry when the old Chinese doctor suddenly walked out of it and said, “Take me away, you guys don’t come later.”

Those little gangsters glanced at the old Chinese doctor, after all, they didn’t dare to make any trouble, and in the end they could only help their companion who had just finished stitching on the bed to leave.

The old Chinese doctor picked up the money on the ground and said to Zhang Qianxiu, “Do you think that those little gangsters throw the money on the ground too much?”

Zhang Qianxiu didn’t know what the old Chinese doctor meant, but he nodded his head: “I have a little thought like this.”

The old Chinese doctor picked up all the money and said, “I will talk to you when I will eat. You young people are more angry and understandable, but you must have a degree. Any time is a kind of practice.”

After the old Chinese doctor finished speaking, he turned around and went into the kitchen to cook.

Zhang Qianxiu didn’t want to move at all, he felt pain when he moved, so he simply sat on the stool and smoked.

Now Zhang Qianxiu is familiar with the old Chinese doctor. The old Chinese doctor feels like an erudite elder.

Old Chinese medicine practitioners have knowledge bases that ordinary people can’t match, skills that ordinary people can’t match, and life experiences that ordinary people can’t match. Whatever they say, there must be his truth.

Zhang Qianxiu has always treated old Chinese medicine doctors with sincere respect.

When smoking a cigarette, Zhang Qianxiu remembered the words of the old Chinese doctor, “Hold on and make good, not what it is. You can’t keep it forever. You can’t keep it forever. You can’t keep it in a golden room. Wealthy but arrogant, we will bear the blame. It also retreats, and the way of heaven is also.”.

Zhang Qianxiu still didn’t understand what this sentence meant, but because it was said by an old Chinese doctor, he wanted to know the meaning of this sentence in his heart.

Suddenly, Zhang Qianxiu saw a book placed on the table, which the old Chinese doctor often reads.

Standing up, Zhang Qianxiu walked over and picked up the book, which was “The Analects”.

Turning to a page, the first sentence of the opening is that I have learned to read, and the Zi said: “Learning and learning from time to time…”

Yang Chenxuan doesn’t have much research on ancient prose. Those who look directly at them can’t really understand them, but they can read them with patience.