"Remember your vows, and remember that angering a 'god descendant' from the Eastern continent will have the consequences that even God can't help you."

McGrady nodded desperately.

"Okay, I remember hearing you just now that your home lives near Chinatown, do you know where there is a Chinese doctor's bone correction doctor?"

"I know, my father and uncle are working on the construction site and sprain their bodies. They always seek treatment for Dr. Song, but he does not have a doctor's license."

"It's okay, can you take me to find him?"

"Are you injured?" It was not until McGrady, who felt a little relaxed, that she realized that Zhang Lisheng's face had turned pale and bloodless.

"Yes, my scapula had been twisted a few sections by the fracture doctor."

"I'll drive you to find Dr. Song right away." McGrady was startled and drove the car toward the Tangren in New York.

The Chinese are a very special nation. As the only ancient nation in the world that has been passed down continuously for thousands of years, they have a strong sense of national pride and like to live in groups in any country to form communities with very similar living habits to China.

Because there was a dynasty in the history of China that had a close trade relationship with the West under the name of "Tang", these communities are conventionally called "Chinatown" by Westerners.

After coming to the United States, Zhang Lisheng was busy practicing and starting a career. He had never been to Chinatown in New York City. However, as a Chinese, he still had some understanding of Chinatown in New York.

I know that New York Chinatown covers an extremely vast area and contains dozens of streets, including 700,000 or 800,000 Chinese. It exists in its own system like a medium-sized Chinese city embedded in the New York metropolitan area.

There are various practitioners who master the unique life skills of China, such as Chinese doctors, pedicure masters, etc. In life, you don’t even need to understand English at all, and you can live your life smoothly.

On the way to Chinatown, McGrady's fear dissipated and she began to speak to Zhang Lisheng on his own initiative, "Did you really kill the bone fracture doctor, the most terrifying serial murderer in New York history?

Why did he attack you? Did he accidentally win the grand prize, and chose you as a target, or did you know each other long ago..."

"I feel very painful and don't want to talk. Can you just drive well?"

"I understand, understand." McGrady was silent for a while and suddenly said, "By the way, I will only ask you one last question, are you a 'dark' superhero like the Dark Spider-Man in the movie?

Now I suddenly feel that I was afraid of you just now and it seemed stupid.

I have read so many superhero comics and should have known for a long time that you are the kind of "power attribute" that looks evil and terrifying, but in fact, people are upright and withdrawn.

Law enforcement officers who despise the rules and let the rich and powerful criminals go away, and measure them with the balance in their hearts…”

"Shut your mouth." The huge pain on your shoulders became stronger and stronger. Zhang Lisheng retracted into his body in the car seat, and his voice trembled slightly.

McGrady glanced at him and found that his condition was really bad, so she stopped talking and added the accelerator under her feet to a bigger one.

The girl's driving skills are much better than Zhang Lisheng. The seven-seater RV is lightweight and is speeding on the highway at high speed, passing through the undersea tunnel like lightning. After a while, she comes to Chinatown, New York.

There are two civilizations at one intersection. The neon lights of Manhattan Jinling Office (Manhattan King-Ling Office) are also on the building, but there is already a shining sign of "authentic Yunnan mountain goods".

Moreover, even the architectural styles on both sides seem very different. The owners of Chinatown buildings seem to like to spend some money to build eaves on the outer wall and place a stone lion outside the door. The whole street looks full of Chinese style.

McGrath drove the familiar turn left and right in Chinatown, and stopped in front of a three-story white building.

The sign of the small building also reads six traditional Chinese characters "Spicy Chicken Restaurant".

Zhang Lisheng got out of the car panting, looked at the signboard on the small building, frowned and said, "This is a restaurant."

"Doctor Song's wife, Aunt Tian, ​​is a chef. Dr. Song himself cooks good dishes. They usually open restaurants to make a living," McGrady said, helping Zhang Lisheng and said, "Let's go in quickly."

The round table and square stools are embroidered with huge peony flowers on the tablecloth; the chandeliers used for lighting on the ceiling are all the Chinese lanterns; the floor is covered with floors imitating the city bricks; the cashier is also an old Chinese counter made of wood, and the spicy chicken restaurant is full of magnificence.

Behind the counter, a short and fat Chinese man with glasses and sparse hair stood up in a strange posture, shaking gently, looking through the newspaper boredly.

In such cold weather, there will be no customers in the restaurant, but before the closing time, he still stubbornly insists on opening business.

Hearing that the restaurant door was pushed open, the Chinese old man gently flicked his body straight, put down the newspaper and looked at the door, and said loudly: "McDy, why are you here so late?

It was your father and uncle who was sprained again. I told them that they could no longer do heavy physical work...

Child, why are you covered in mud and water? What's wrong?"

"Nothing is Dr. Song. I just slipped at the door and fell.

My dad and uncle are fine. I came here tonight to bring a new friend to you for treatment."

Hearing the girl's explanation, the Chinese old man breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head and said, "McDy, I am not a doctor in the United States and cannot treat people.

I usually give my neighbors a correct heart because everyone has no major problems, so it is convenient..."

When he heard that Dr. Song wanted to refuse, Zhang Lisheng suddenly said in Chinese with Sichuan flavor, "Uncle, I am also a Chinese. The bones on my shoulders are wrong. If you know the skills of bone correction, just treat them."

"Is your baby a native of Sichuan?" Dr. Song was stunned. This time, he looked at Zhang Lisheng carefully and asked in a sip of Sichuan Chinese.

When he saw this, he suddenly realized that the thin boy in front of him looked very wrong, and hurriedly said, "You guy, sit down slowly first, don't move the wound, I'll touch you first."

"Thank you, uncle." Zhang Lisheng slowly walked to the square stool closest to him and sat down.

Dr. Song hurriedly walked out from behind the counter, came behind the boy, gently stretched his hand from his cold neck, and rubbed Zhang Lisheng's shoulders several times.

"Hiss..." Dr. Song's face became heavier, "Your baby's left shoulder blade can be damaged very much. There are four joints staggered in front, three back, one right, two left.

It's really hard for your child to endure it until now."

"Is Zhenzhi, Uncle?"

"It can be cured, but if you want to get rid of the stubble, you can't use acupuncture to relieve pain. These or two joints can be tolerated, four..."

"I'm not afraid of pain."

"It's still a small matter. The most important thing is that you'd better rest in bed for at least ten days after the meeting, sleep on your right side. Otherwise, you'll have to stagger a few more times to form habitual dislocation, which is really troublesome."

"I know Uncle, I will try to be as careful as possible these days."

"Okay, your kid cares a little.

Also, the shirt needs to be cut off, otherwise it will touch the wound, and if you are not careful, it will be even more injured." The old man said carefully and long-windedly.

"Listen to you, uncle."

Dr. Song nodded, ran to the back of the counter, took out a pair of scissors and a bottle of medicinal wine from the drawer, ran back to Zhang Lisheng, helped him take off his coat carefully, cut his shirt, and rubbed his hot hands with medicinal wine. Sometimes it was as soothing as a dragonfly, and sometimes it was as hard as an old bear pounced on the tree and massaged Zhang Lisheng's shoulder.

‘Papapapapapapa…” After a sharp pain and a few crisp sounds, Zhang Lisheng felt his left shoulder relaxed and began to listen to his command again.

He tentatively moved his fingers gently. Although the muscles still felt a little tingling, his shoulders were no longer seriously injured.

"Uncle, your bone-correcting skills are a must!"

"That's right, I'm a college student in the first Chinese medicine massage at Sichuan Medical University. I studied under Mr. Liu Mocheng and Mr. Song Jinfa. That skill is still wrong, thinking back then...

I won’t talk anymore, I won’t even be qualified to practice medicine when I come to a foreigner. I can’t brag about it.

If my son hadn't settled in the United States and had to raise a grandson, we old couple would have to continue to run for him, and fools would come to such places.

By the way, what's wrong with you, your child?"

"I just slid in the snow, fell down my butt, and my shoulders were out of control..."

"No, if you fall, your butt is hit by the tail vertebra, and if you have a joint malfunction, it should be the pelvic bone...

Oh, I know, I must have bumped into something on my shoulder when I fell..." Dr. Song showed a sudden enlightenment and said to himself.

"It just hit the tree," Zhang Lisheng smiled and said, "Uncle, how much does it cost to fix your bones?"

"All of them are fellow villagers, and it's not easy to encounter in New York.

This time I will be spared." Dr. Song waved his hand generously.
Chapter completed!