doctor magician

Chapter 4

Xiao Ying found a suit from the suitcase.This is what his mother asked a tailor to order for him when he was admitted to university. Of course it is not a famous brand, and the fabric is not high-end, but it is a suit after all.He seldom wears it, except for school dances or something, so it's relatively new.

After putting on a suit and tie, he looked in the mirror, and he turned into a middle-aged man in his thirties.

Folding the white cloth he wrote yesterday and putting it in his pants pocket, he left the dormitory and went downstairs.Vigilantly looking upstairs, there was no movement, and then jumped out of the dormitory building.

He came to the bicycle rental store in the school canteen and borrowed a bicycle with his student ID card as collateral.Originally, their graduating class student ID card could not be mortgaged, but he was familiar with the owner of the bicycle shop, and after a few good words, he rented it for him.

Riding a Phoenix weighted bicycle out of school, I bought a pair of toad glasses for ten yuan at an optical shop.The lenses are so large that they can cover most of the face when worn on the face.And it's a very cool gradient lens. These are the color-changing glasses worn by the killer in Chow Yun-fat's "A Hero". Xiao Ying has always been envious.

When starting a business, everything should be frugal. He should not have bought such a luxury as sunglasses, but now the sunglasses are props for him to start a business, and he must have them, so he bought them.

Wearing sunglasses, he rode a weighted bicycle, and under the scorching summer sun, he merged into the torrent of bicycles.

Such a scene is hard to see after more than 20 years.At that time, it became a torrent of cars crawling like turtles.

Xiao Ying sighed all the way, and rode a bicycle to the train station.

The city he lives in is the capital of a province with a large population, and there is a long-distance bus station next to the railway station, so there are a lot of passengers.The railway station square is crowded with people, bustling people everywhere, besides the hurried passengers, there are also many businessmen and vendors walking with baskets on their shoulders.

Hotel girls and old ladies soliciting passengers at the exit are asking the passengers coming out one by one, mysterious ticket scalpers, people selling fake invoices and underground party joints pop up from time to time to ask a few words in a low voice.

Xiao Ying is very familiar with the train station. Over the years of studying, he would go back to his hometown from here every summer vacation and winter vacation. After the vacation, he would take the train back from his hometown.

He parked his bicycle in the parking lot, took the parking sign, and walked to an alley beside the square with his hands behind his back.

This alley is called "a fortune-telling street" by the locals, and there are hundreds of fortune-telling shops and stalls of various sizes.

The eighties and 90s were a restless era. A few rich people who got rich first became very rich, while most of the poor were thinking about how to make money.Leather bag companies are flying all over the sky, and everyone goes to the sea to make money. At that time, there was a saying that "those who are capable become bosses, those who are not capable set up street stalls, and those who are nonsensical go to work."

In this way, a fortune-telling market was born. Those who want to make money but have no connections want to spend a small amount of money to get advice from fortune-tellers, find a way to get rich, and join the ranks of the small group of people who got rich first. .The fortune-telling street at the railway station in the provincial capital was formed in response to the requirements of the times.

Of course, fortune-telling cannot obtain a business license, so most of the stalls here are unlicensed stalls, and the local business tax generally doesn't care.Among them, a small number of fortune tellers have also applied for business licenses, of course they have the title of such and such a consulting company.

In the past, when Xiao Ying was waiting for the train to go home, he had nothing to do and wandered around. He once came to the fortune-telling street, and stood aside with great interest to listen to other people's fortune-telling.Of course, what he heard was basically nonsense, but those fortune tellers had pious faces, nodded and focused, and seemed to believe it.Maybe this is what the bystanders know, he always sighed at that time.

But now, he wants to become one of them, not to tell fortunes, but to tell fortunes to others.It's just that he is different from other fortune-tellers. He doesn't count fortunes or fleeting years. He only counts difficult and miscellaneous diseases and gives advice to patients and their families.

In addition to the fortune-telling places on the street of the railway station in the provincial capital, there are also fortune-telling places outside several temples.However, Xiao Ying chose this place mainly because there is a train station and a long-distance bus station next to it, and there is a large flow of people. Patients from the whole province and even other provinces who come to the provincial city hospital for medical treatment have to pass through here.

At the same time, after leaving the railway station square, next to it is the Provincial Second People's Hospital, which is a well-known third-level hospital in the province, and patients come to see it in an endless stream.

He entered the alley, and the fortune-teller near the entrance of the alley was occupied first. He found an open space when he walked into the alley. He took out the white cloth with writing on it from his pocket and spread it on the ground. Press the four corners, and then sit down on the top of the white sheet, cross-legged.Through the sunglasses, looking at the passing pedestrians.

This street is full of fortune-telling stalls, and no one cares about his appearance.However, the words he wrote on the white cloth on the ground quickly attracted onlookers.

A fat middle-aged woman who was knocking on melon seeds was the first to be interested. She squatted in front of his white sheet, spitting out melon seed husks, while tilting her head and reading the words on it: "Difficult and difficult diseases, long-term cure; half-life Immortal, point me in the wrong direction. If it is not right, I will pay you ten yuan."

The fat woman spat out a melon seed shell, and said to Xiao Ying: "What a big tone, is it possible to pay ten yuan back?"

Xiao Ying sat cross-legged and did not speak, but nodded deeply.

At this time, an old lady came up behind the fat woman, patted the fat woman on the shoulder and said, "What are you doing? Are you fortune-telling?"

"Yes, yes, there is a rare thing - this fortune teller wearing sunglasses said that if the calculation is not accurate, he will give you money."

"Is there such a thing?" The old lady fanned a cattail fan, squatted beside the fat woman, read the words on it with great difficulty, squinted her eyes at Xiao Ying and said, "Young man, what are you doing?" Is it a gimmick to attract customers, or is it really not guaranteed to lose money?"

Still without saying a word, Xiao Ying took out a few ten-yuan bills from his pocket, placed them in front of him, and pressed them with a stone.

At this moment, the two women started talking loudly in surprise.

The woman's bluff attracted other people's attention, and a few people came over, seeing that Xiao Ying really put the money in front of him, with a completely unambiguous posture, they were immediately interested.

You must know that it is normal for fortune tellers to say that they are not sure about money, but if they dare to say that they are not sure about paying money, it is very difficult to see, not to mention wearing a suit, tie and sunglasses. Talking is even more mysterious and attracts the attention of these people.

A porter with a shoulder pole on his shoulders, grinning, showing a few yellow and scorched die teeth, turned his head and said to the people around him with a smile: "Maybe it's worth ten yuan, it's a good deal. It's more cost-effective than helping others carry the burden." There are too many, let me try - I say fortune teller, you calculate for me, how much money I have earned from today to now? See if you can calculate correctly. "

Xiao Ying still didn't speak, but stretched out his fingers and tapped lightly on the white cloth sheet in front of him.

The eyes of the onlookers focused on the line he clicked.The fat woman pointed and said with a smile: "Look clearly, he only counts the intractable disease that cannot be cured for a long time, and he will count it for you if you are sick, and he doesn't count how much money you make."

The porter of Huangbanya laughed a few times and said, "Well, I didn't pay attention, okay, then do you figure out what's wrong with me?"

Xiao Ying still didn't speak?Continuing to pretend to be deep, he stretched out his finger and clicked on the white cloth sheet, and everyone's eyes focused on his finger.

The fat woman laughed again and said, "Intractable diseases! ——You must be fine, only those who are sick will be counted, and they must be intractable diseases. People who have colds and diarrhea will not be counted for you."

Huang Banya said, "What is an intractable disease?"

The fat woman spat out a melon seed shell, which almost flew into the face of Huang Banya porter, and said with disdain, "Don't know about intractable diseases? You deserve to be a coolie and a porter. Let me tell you, intractable diseases are the doctors of the hospital." A disease that can't be cured,—isn't it, Big Brother?"

The fat woman seemed to have a good impression of Xiao Ying, who looked cool in a suit and sunglasses, and helped him speak.

Xiao Ying nodded deeply.

(End of this chapter)