"Remember your vow. At the same time, remember that even God can't help you if you offend a God's descendant from the Eastern Continent."
Maddy nodded hard.
"Alright, I remember you said you live near Chinatown. Do you know where I can find a Chinese orthopedic doctor?"
"Yes, my dad and uncle are working at the construction site. They sprained their bodies. We always look for Dr. Song to treat them but he doesn't have a medical license."
"It's alright, can you bring me to him?"
"You're hurt?" Maddy who was slightly relieved realized that Zhang Lisheng's face was pale without any color on his face.
"Yes, the joint of my scapula was twisted by Dr. Fracture a few times."
"I'll bring you to Dr. Song right away," Maddy was shocked and started the car to drive to Chinatown in New York.
The Chinese were a very special ethnic group. As the only ancient ethnic group in the world that had been passed down for thousands of years, they had a very strong sense of national pride. They liked to live in groups in any country, forming communities with very similar living habits to the Chinese.
Due to the reason that there was a dynasty that had a close trade relationship with the West in the history of China, those communities were used to being called Chinatown by the Westerners.
Zhang Lisheng had been busy with cultivation and starting his business since he came to America. He had never been to Chinatown in New York City. However, as a Chinese, he more or less knew about Chinatown in New York.
He knew that Chinatown in New York occupied a vast area with tens of streets. There were 700,000 to 800,000 Chinese living in it. It was like a medium-sized Chinese city embedded in New York's metropolitan area, it existed as a system.
There were all sorts of people who mastered Chinese living skills such as Chinese doctors and pedicurists. They did not even need to know English to live a smooth life there.
Maddy's fear faded away on the way to Chinatown. She took the initiative to talk to Zhang Lisheng, "Did you really kill Dr. Fracture, the scariest serial killer in New York's history?
Why did he attack you? Did he hit the jackpot by accident and chose you as his target? Or did you guys know each other since the beginning … "
"I'm hurting, I don't want to talk. Can you drive?"
"Yes, yes." After a moment of silence, Maddie suddenly spoke again, "Oh yeah, I'll ask you one last question. Are you a dark superhero like Spiderman in the movies?
Now I suddenly feel that I was very stupid to be afraid of you just now.
I've read so many superhero comics. I should've known that you're the kind of person with the 'strength attribute'. You look evil and terrifying, but you're actually upright and eccentric.
I despise those law-abiding law enforcers who let rich and powerful criminals escape. I measure them with the scales in my heart … "
"Shut up." The pain on his shoulder was getting more and more intense. Zhang Lisheng shrunk his body into the car seat and said in a slightly trembling voice.
Maddie glanced at him and realized that he was in a terrible state. She didn't say anything else and stepped on the accelerator.
The girl's driving skills were much better than Zhang Lisheng's. The seven-seater SUV sped on the highway at high speed and passed through the undersea tunnel as fast as lightning. After a series of twists and turns, they arrived at New York's Chinatown.
There were two civilizations at the same intersection. There was a neon sign of Manhattan Jinling Office on the building here but there was a shining sign of 'Authentic Yunnan Mountain Products' on the other side.
Moreover, even the architectural styles on both sides seemed to be very different. The owners of the buildings in Chinatown seemed to like to spend some money to build a cornice on the outer wall and put a stone lion outside the door. The entire street looked full of Chinese style.
Maddie drove through the familiar left and right turns in Chinatown and stopped in front of a small white three-story building.
The signboard of the small building had the words' Spicy Chicken Restaurant 'written in traditional Chinese characters.
Zhang Lisheng got off the car while panting heavily. He said while frowning after looking at the signboard on the small building, "This is a restaurant."
"Dr. Song's wife Aunt Tian is a chef while Dr. Song cooks well. They usually run a restaurant to make a living," Maddie said while holding Zhang Lisheng, "Let's go in."
There were round tables and square stools with huge peonies embroidered on the tablecloth. The chandeliers on the ceiling looked like Chinese lanterns. The floor was made of bricks that imitated the Chinese style. The cashier was also an old-fashioned Chinese counter made of wood. The Spicy Chicken Restaurant was full of Chinese style.
Behind the counter, an old Chinese man with glasses, a short and fat body, and sparse hair was standing in a strange posture as he flipped through the newspaper in boredom.
The restaurant would not have any customers at all in such cold weather. However, he insisted on opening the restaurant stubbornly even though it was not closing time yet.
Hearing the restaurant door being opened, the Chinese old man straightened his body lightly and looked at the door after putting down the newspaper. He said loudly, "Maddie, why are you here so late at night?
It's your dad and uncle who sprained their legs again. I told them that they can't do heavy labor anymore … "
"Kid, why are you covered in mud? What happened to you?"
"It's nothing, Dr. Song. I just slipped at the door and fell.
My dad and uncle are fine. I'm here tonight to bring a new friend to you for treatment. "
Hearing the girl's explanation, the Chinese old man was relieved and said while shaking his head, "Maddie, I'm not a doctor in America, so I can't treat people.
I usually do bonesetting for my neighbors because nobody has any major problems, it's convenient … "
Hearing that Dr. Song was going to reject him, Zhang Lisheng who was standing aside spoke in Sichuan Chinese all of a sudden, "Uncle, I'm Chinese too. I've misaligned the bone on my shoulder. Since you know bonesetting, please treat it for me."
"Kid, you're from Sichuan?" Dr. Song was stunned. This time, he took a good look at Zhang Lisheng and asked in Sichuan Chinese.
Looking at Zhang Lisheng, he noticed that the skinny young man's expression was off. He said immediately, "Kid, sit down slowly. Don't move your wound, I'll check it for you."
"Thank you, uncle," Zhang Lisheng walked to the square stool that was closest to him slowly and sat down.
Dr. Song walked out from behind the counter immediately and went behind the young man. He extended his hand into Zhang Lisheng's cold neck softly and rubbed both of Zhang Lisheng's shoulders a few times.
"Hiss …" Dr. Song sucked in a breath of cold air as his expression turned serious. "The injury on your left shoulder blade isn't light. The first in the front, the third in the back, the first on the right, and the second on the left, four joints are dislocated.
I'm surprised that you're able to endure it until now. "
"Can you really treat it, uncle?"
"I can treat it but I can't use acupuncture to stop the pain if I want it to be fixed properly. I can tolerate one or two joints, but four …"
"I'm not afraid of pain."
"Pain is a small matter. Most importantly, you'd better stay in bed for at least ten days after you're fixed. Sleep on your right side. Otherwise, you'll be in trouble if you're dislocated for a few more times."
"I understand, uncle. I'll try my best to be careful these few days."
"Alright then, be more careful, kid.
Also, this shirt has to be cut off. Otherwise, it will touch the wound. If we're not careful, it will worsen the injury. "The old man was meticulous and nagged.
"I'll listen to you, uncle."
Dr. Song nodded and ran behind the counter. He took out a pair of scissors and a bottle of medicinal liquor from the drawer and ran back to Zhang Lisheng's side. He helped him take off his coat carefully and cut off his shirt. He rubbed his hands with the medicinal liquor and massaged Zhang Lisheng's shoulder gently and forcefully like a bear pouncing on a tree.
'Clap, clap, clap …' After a series of sharp pain and a few crisp sounds, Zhang Lisheng felt his left shoulder relaxing. It began to listen to him again.
He tried moving his fingers gently. Although there was still a tingling sensation when he moved his muscles, his shoulder was fine now.
"Uncle, your bonesetting skills are amazing!"
"Of course, I'm the first junior college student of Sichuan Medical University's Chinese Osteopathic Medicine Department. I've studied under Mr. Liu Mocheng and Mr. Song Jinfa. How can my skills be bad?
Back then … Forget it, forget it. I'm not even qualified to practice medicine when I'm in the foreign devil's place, I can't even brag about it.
If it wasn't for the fact that our son has settled down in America and needs money to raise our grandson, we'd continue to work for him. Only a fool would come to such a place.
Oh yeah, why are you so badly hurt, kid? "
"I slipped on the snow and fell on my butt. My shoulder won't listen to me …"
"That can't be, my tailbone is on the ground when I fell on my butt. It should be my pelvis if there's a joint dislocation … Oh, I know now.
Oh, I know. His shoulder must have hit something when he fell … "Dr. Song had a look of realization as he mumbled to himself.
"I hit a tree," Zhang Lisheng said while smiling, "Uncle, how much does this bonesetting cost?"
"We're from the same hometown, it's not easy to bump into each other in New York.
I'll pass this time, "Dr. Song waved his hand generously and said.
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