In Nakajima Sukeo's story, Yu Baixing is a real Chinese folk wonder, possessing unique skills. Not to mention other things, the Japanese who followed him only studied for a little more than half a year. When he returned, he became an international-level needleworker. Master Zhi, from this we can deduce how powerful Yu Baixing is.
Of course, stories always have elements of exaggeration.
Moreover, Sukeo Nakajima is fine if he doesn't drink. He is quite dignified and shrewd, but after drinking, he is just a chatterbox, comparable to Li Hu.
The words of a drunkard are not necessarily reliable. For example, regarding his own affairs, Zhu Zhiyuan pressed the time to go over. As a result, he had to wait three extra days on the island before he arrived.
Big mistake, yes, small mistake, haha, it's hard to say.
But it doesn't matter, Zhu Zhiyuan is just trying to calm Gong Fenghuang's heart, it will work, so he doesn't have high hopes.
Yu Baixing is an old resident, and most people here know about it. When I asked at the entrance of the alley, I found out.
Entering, there is a small courtyard with the door open. When I look inside, there is a barber shop in the main room. There are no customers at the moment. An old man is sitting on a recliner in front of the rafters, holding a small radio in his hand. listen.
"Master Yu." Zhu Zhiyuan led Gong Fenghuang in and greeted him.
Yu Baixing had his eyes half-closed. Hearing the sound, he opened his eyes, took a glance, and said, "It's time to get a haircut. Sit down."
He said, sitting up himself.
"We're not here to get a haircut." Zhu Zhiyuan explained.
“What are you going to do without a haircut?”
Yu Baixing originally sat up, but then lay down again, squinting her eyes and looking at Zhu Zhiyuan and Gong Fenghuang.
Zhu Zhiyuan is tall and strong, and Gong Fenghuang is beautiful and fashionable. Their expression, temperament, and taste in clothing make them no ordinary people at first glance.
Yu Baixing frowned slightly: "Who are you?"
"My surname is Zhu, Zhu Zhiyuan." Zhu Zhiyuan did not mention Gong Fenghuang's name, but looked at Yu Baixing, "Master Yu, I came here this time to buy something from you."
"Buying something?" Yu Baixing rolled his eyes: "You go to the grocery store to buy something. Oh, you noble people like you need to go to the supermarket. Go out, turn left, and get on the main road. Wangfujing is not far away."
"Haha." Zhu Zhiyuan smiled.
He learned from Sukeo Nakajima that Yu Baixing had an accident while practicing medicine in his early years, his wife and children were separated, and he was in jail. His temperament changed drastically, especially his daily speech, which was a bit yin and yang.
"What I have is not available anywhere else." Zhu Zhiyuan looked at Yu Baixing and said in a serious tone: "The Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate, and the Sansheng Drink."
When he said these words, Yu Baixing's expression suddenly changed, and the recliner under him made a few crunching sounds.
But he didn't sit up, but looked at Zhu Zhiyuan with squinted eyes.
Zhu Zhiyuan also looked at him.
The four eyes looked at each other, a bit like the point of a needle pointing at a wheat awn.
"Not for sale." Yu Baixing did not deny it, but uttered two words coldly.
He couldn't tell Zhu Zhiyuan's origin, but Zhu Zhiyuan's expression and manner were different from ordinary people, and Gong Fenghuang next to him was not only stunning, but also had an aura of nobility, and his background was obviously not simple.
There is no point in lying to such a person.
So he didn't deny it, but he refused very firmly.
No matter who it is, he is not afraid.
"Same, one hundred thousand, total price two hundred thousand." Zhu Zhiyuan bid.
"Not for sale."
Yu Baixing spit out two words, just like spitting out two pieces of melon seed skin.
"The same price is 200,000 yuan, and the total price is 400,000 yuan." Zhu Zhiyuan was not discouraged and continued to bid.
"Not for sale." Yu Baixing still said two words.
"Same price is 300,000 yuan, total price is 600,000 yuan."
"Not for sale."
"Same price is 400,000 yuan, total price is 800,000 yuan."
"I already said I won't sell it." Yu Baixing was annoyed.
"That's it." Zhu Zhiyuan stopped bidding: "Then I'll go find Yu Rong."
"what you up to?"
Yu Baixing sat up and stared at Zhu Zhiyuan.
He is not tall, about 1.65 meters tall. He is old and thin. The skin on his hands is covered with bones, and not a few ounces of flesh can be seen.
Such an old man gives people the feeling of being knocked down by the wind, but his eyes are as bright as lightning, dazzlingly bright.
"I heard that he has found a girlfriend. The girl's family has a requirement that she buy an apartment before she will marry her daughter to him."
"What does it have to do with you?" Yu Baixing shouted coldly.
"It's none of my business." Zhu Zhiyuan smiled: "But I can tell him that his father has two skills. He would rather take them to the coffin than sell them to help him buy a house."
Yu Baixing looked at him hard, her eyes were like knives.
After a while, Yu Baixing said: "One million, one cent less will not be sold."
"Okay." Zhu Zhiyuan nodded without hesitation.
"Make money now." Yu Baixing added more money.
"Give me your card number." Zhu Zhiyuan took out his mobile phone.
Yu Baixing looked at him, turned around, went to the back room, and took out a bank card.
Zhu Zhiyuan faced the bank card and transferred the money.
But Yu Baixing did not activate bank notification.
"I'll check it out." Yu Baixing said, took the card and went out.
Watching him go out, Gong Fenghuang smiled: "A weirdo."
"He is a good man, but he was provoked."
Zhu Zhiyuan told the story of Yu Baixing and said: "He swore in prison that he would take what he learned into the coffin, because these things did not bring him any benefit, but caused his wife and children to be separated. Being in jail is an ominous thing.”
"Then he won't sell it."
"Haha." Gong Fenghuang's words made Zhu Zhiyuan laugh: "He has a mixture of love and hate. He said it was his medical skills that killed him, but the pride of his life was actually in his medical skills. He couldn't bear to sell them."
"Indeed." Gong Fenghuang also smiled.
She looked at Zhu Zhiyuan curiously: "The Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate, and the Sansheng Drink, right? What are these weird names?"
"The Thirteen Acupuncture of Guimen is an acupuncture technique. It is said to have been passed down from Bian Que. It is very miraculous. It specializes in treating mental illnesses, including many types of neurosis, depression, and mania. One acupuncture will heal you immediately."
"Is there such a thing?" Gong Fenghuang didn't believe it: "You must be boasting. Chinese medicine, like many traditional cultures, is very boastful."
"I don't know either." Zhu Zhiyuan said, "But Western medicine also has this skill."
"Do you also have Western medicine?" Gong Fenghuang frowned.
"Electroacupuncture." Zhu Zhiyuan said: "Some people whose hearts have stopped are actually not dead. They come back to life after a single electroacupuncture."
Gong Fenghuang immediately understood what Zhu Zhiyuan meant, and slapped him coquettishly: "Can't you talk to me properly?"
Zhu Zhiyuan laughed and said: "A woman like you should be spanked and fucked at the same time, so that you will be obedient."
Gong Fenghuang chuckled, his eyes charming.
"What is Sansheng drink?"
"Sansheng drink is three poisons."
"Three poisons?" Gong Fenghuang was startled.
"Yes." Zhu Zhiyuan said: "Poisons can actually cure diseases, such as arsenic, snake venom, and scorpion venom."
"I seem to have heard of it." Gong Fenghuang said: "What kind of poison is Sansheng Drink? The name is quite nice."
"The name is nice and the medicine is very effective." Zhu Zhiyuan said, "If the wrong person takes it, ninety-nine point ninety-nine percent will die."
"Yeah." Gong Fenghuang was startled: "It's really arsenic."
"The three poisons added together are a little stronger than arsenic." Zhu Zhiyuan said: "But if you understand and are right, but the opposite is true, 99.99% of people will take one dose. , it will get better.”
Seeing that Gong Fenghuang was a little unconvinced, he smiled and said, "There is a premise. It is for specific diseases. It is not a panacea. Any disease can be cured by taking it. This one is specially designed to treat stroke and hemiplegia."
"That's what I said." Gong Fenghuang stroked his chest: "I really thought there was a magic pill."
"There is no magic pill, but there are still some good things in Chinese traditional culture." Zhu Zhiyuan said: "Many people praise Western medicine. In fact, before the invention of penicillin, Western medicine did not exist. Before antibiotics, Western medicine only used three methods to treat diseases. Bloodletting, amputation, and a mysterious one, eating mummy powder.”
"It seems so." Gong Fenghuang nodded: "It is said that most of the mummies in Egypt entered the stomachs of Europeans."
"This is what Westerners have recorded themselves." Zhu Zhiyuan smiled: "China is also superstitious, but science also exists. Thousands of years ago, there was the Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic. Two thousand years ago, Hua Tuo could use anesthetics to scrape bones. To treat sores, if Cao Cao had a bigger belly and wasn't so suspicious, maybe he could have had a craniotomy two thousand years ago."
