Chapter 36 Seventieth Night's Eye of the Needle

Everyone is forced to do things they don't want to do.Either for work or for love.So I envy Ji Yan very much. He can always do what he likes without any worries. Although it is full of dangers and challenges sometimes, it undoubtedly makes his life very colorful. I am different, having a job means pressure, and that unit will not spend money to buy a second uncle to support it. I was unlucky today, and the boss appointed me an interview subject that I really dislike. In fact, I have experienced this kind of thing in college.But at that time, it was just a game newspaper in the school.My first interviewee was a man with glasses who had just won a championship in a provincial competition.When I was grinning and preparing to interview him for his acceptance speech, this classmate suddenly questioned me sharply and loudly.

"All the female reporters in your newspaper are dead?" Of course, that interview made me very unhappy, and I still have shadows, but this time I'm afraid I will feel worse than swallowing a fly. The guy sitting in front of me basically looked at the past, and all I could see was his round, smooth and round double chin like a baby's butt and his huge nostrils like two jacks.He has a pair of typical single-slit eyes, his short hair is neatly combed in front of his oily forehead, and he puts his hands together on the bulging belly in front. "I'm busy, better hurry up." He hummed.

This man is called Huang Zhuozi. I deeply think that his father is probably a butcher or has long preferred to eat pig's feet, and finally imposed his own preferences on his son.However, judging from his huge and fat appearance and his two thighs that seemed to have been swollen after soaking in formalin solution for a long time, the name was not biased.According to his own statement, he graduated from a prestigious medical university in the UK. In that country full of gentlemanly manners, he learned to be polite and treat others.In fact, there are many returnees of one kind or another in the city every year.It's just that when I asked him the name of his university with the admiration of the younger generation, Huang Zhuozi said impatiently and told me that such a country bumpkin would not understand.Fang Elbow also said that domestic Chinese medicine is rubbish, and acupuncture and meridians are all nonsense and deception. The people of the country have been deceived for thousands of years, and there is a tendency to rely on him to save the world. You should go abroad to study Western medicine.

"You should have an English name." I really didn't want to call him by his first name, it made me feel guilty.Because his name sounds quite similar to the name of a well-known domestic medical expert who advocates the uselessness of traditional Chinese medicine, it feels like blasphemy. "Yes!" Huang Zhuozi finally had a golden light in his eyes, as if he had been waiting for a long time, "In England they usually call me Rabisu, which sounds very pleasant to my ear." Mr. Rabisha proudly shook the huge circle like Fan Wei Fat head, flushed cheeks with excitement, this reminds me of a dish that my roommates often ate at dinner in college, it seems to be called braised fat head fish.

Based on the few English words I have memorized in my head, it seems that La must sound similar to a certain word, but I don't want to think about it, after all, there is not much time for interviews.It's just that this name sounds even more uncomfortable, so I have to continue calling him Huangzhuzi. He is engaged in the import and export of medical and sanitary equipment. To put it bluntly, according to his introduction and recommendation, he said that some foreign medicines and medical equipment were resold to domestic hospitals, that is, second-hand traffickers.It is said that relying on the friends and connections he made in the UK, Huang Zhuozi has been doing business selling British medicines and medical equipment to China for a long time.The name is resource sharing, and the major hospitals that spent a lot of money to buy these medical equipment wrapped in huge "foreign" names are all proud and happy to tell everyone that they can have British-made medical equipment in the hospital. It is a great wealth and reputation, just like a country brothel, if there are imported goods, the bustards are always the first to introduce and recommend to every guest who comes in with great joy.

While receiving a large amount of money, Mr. Huang Zhuanzi also gained a good reputation for helping the development of domestic medical equipment. It is indeed both fame and fortune.When he happily described his grand blueprint to me, I suddenly found a strange thing when I was sleepy. The high-achieving student who had returned from studying abroad sat across from him, and suddenly his huge body bounced off the already overwhelmed chair.This reminds me of a comment about Qinggong in the movie God of Cookery. His face turned pale with anger. "What a broken chair! There are still nails!" Mr. Huang Zhuozi pointed at the chair with his round finger like a sausage and cursed.I walked over to have a look strangely, the chair is very smooth, there are no so-called nails at all.

After I explained it to him, he also believed it, but he still muttered that there was a needle-like feeling on his buttocks just now.But after sitting for a long time, Huang Zhuo jumped up again. This time he refused to sit in that chair, so I had to change it with him, but the same thing still happened. Yellow Elbow's fat face suddenly twitched twice, and my intuition told me that he must have thought of something, but he didn't dare to say it. "I'll take my leave first, let's talk next time when we have a chance." He put on his coat, and just as I was sending him to the door, Fang Elbow suddenly turned his head and asked me, but his expression was a little different from before, as if he was flattering the meaning of.

"You seem to be good at solving those weird things, don't you?" I froze for a moment, then shook my head. "It's not me, it's just a friend of mine." Huang Elbow was very happy, but his cell phone rang untimely, he picked it up, and walked down while talking.When the door was closed, I seemed to hear a word vaguely. "Don't worry, people can't die, at most they feel a little uncomfortable." As the sound went away, I closed the door.But I originally thought that I would never meet this famous person, but things are often unexpected. The next day, Huang Zhuozi got my phone number from nowhere and said to go out for dinner together.I dare not refuse such an invitation from a great man.

After arriving at the restaurant, Huang Zhuozi chose a table by the window. After exchanging pleasantries, he was very straightforward and went straight to the point. "I hope you, ah no, it's your friend who will do you a little favor. If it's done, I can pay you a lot of money." It's rare to see someone ask for help in such a tone, as if He is giving me alms.I shook my head and said that Ji Yan seldom meets strangers, let alone do things he doesn't like to do for money, not to mention that he is not short of money. "Then, what conditions does he have to meet?" Mr. Huang, who was opposite, bit his plump lips and asked hastily.

"Unless, this matter can arouse his interest enough." I replied with a smile.Huang Elbow was happily relieved.The huge, towering belly undulated rhythmically like an accordion. His eyes and expression were actually quite different from the previous days, his face was full of humility and respect. But my nose is not high, my hair is not curly, and naturally I don’t have the colorful eyes of a Persian cat. I am just an ordinary yellow Chinese. There is no one with the surname Yang. I am a little surprised at his sudden reversal of attitude today. I wonder why in his capacity he should treat me like this, an ordinary tabloid reporter.

"It shouldn't take up Mr. Ouyang's precious time. Newspapers are time-sensitive, but I really have no choice but to hope that your friend can help." He took out his handkerchief to wipe his sweat, and then shouted The waiter said why the air conditioner is not turned on. I think with his size he would sweat profusely even lying down without talking. After yelling at the waiter, he returned to his previous state. "It's like this. I don't know why. In the past few days, no matter which part of my body, as long as I touch something, I will feel a needle prick from time to time. At first I thought it was a nail or something, just like the last time. In your office, I was very rude to get angry at you, but I found that there are no nails or spikes at all, but I have been suffering from them, just like those people who often wear points on their bodies. Everything feels like an electric shock." Mr. Huang explained in distress. "Oh? I haven't heard of this, so how about it, I'll take you to meet him." I became interested when I heard it, and I guess Ji Yan is the same. "That's great, when can I accompany you to meet that friend?" He smiled. "Just now." I don't like wasting saliva with him, and it happens that Ji Yan is also at home. Half an hour later, Mr. Huang and I arrived at Ji Yan's home. "Show me your hand." After Ji Yan listened to the description, she said to Mr. Fang with a blank face, and the latter stretched out his hand suspiciously. The palm, without saying anything, was still shining like ceramics. "Does every place feel acupuncture?" Ji Yan asked. "No, not like the face, but the arms, calves, and head are very powerful." Mr. Huang replied truthfully.Ji Yan looked at his arms and calves again. "Go back first, and come back tomorrow." Ji Yan waved her hand.Mr. Huang Zhuozi tentatively asked if he was all right, but Ji Yan ignored him and went straight into the room. I comforted Mr. Huang and told him to come back tomorrow. "What's the reason?" I turned around and asked Ji Yan. "This fat man, the pores all over his body are broken, and all the hair becomes like burrs when it dries. Do you think he often feels needles?" Ji Yan asked me back. "Can't it be cured?" "Is it necessary? You know him very well?" I shook my head after listening. "That's right. Where there is an antecedent, there will be a consequence. I told him to come over tomorrow, but in fact he might not survive tomorrow." Ji Yan said coldly, I glanced at the table, where there was a stack of In the newspaper, Fatty Huang's head was actually on it. I wondered what kind of newspaper it was, probably it was about medicine, I didn't pay much attention to it, Ji Yan is more or less a major, so it's not surprising that there are such things at home. Coming out of Ji Yan's house, the fat man on the other side was suddenly curious and puzzled. With Ji Yan's personality, he wouldn't be helpless, and he didn't want to say anything, so I had no choice but to find out by myself. up. There was Huang Zhuozi's contact number in his pocket, and a humming sound came from the phone after he connected. "My whole body hurts!" After saying this, the phone was hung up, and I had no choice but to walk towards his house by myself. Fatty Huang's house is very big, and it is indeed built according to the layout of an English-style house, but the cold gray outside and the fading sunlight always make people feel a little bleak and desolate, and the windows are closed tightly. .Although it is not far from the station, it is already close to the suburbs. There are not many people walking on the roadside, and they are all people living nearby. This house is very eye-catching among a bunch of residential buildings. Under the black iron spiked railings, we Ring the doorbell. The door opened soon. I didn't see the old housekeeper in a black suit on the TV, nor the young maids wearing a flock. Fortunately, all the doors can be controlled by remote control. This system must be expensive. . "Hurry up and write it down, my pain is getting worse and worse." I heard Mr. Fang's voice on the phone connected to the back room at the door.Immediately afterwards, the door opened. The long, black corridor is covered with a thick carpet, and there is no sound when you step on it, and it gets darker as you go in. I tried to fumble for the switch on the wall, but there was nothing. It is said that people with more severe myopia will have better eyesight at night. It seems that there is some evidence. I walked in with difficulty, and the afterglow from the window came in. A fat figure was sitting on the sofa in front of the light. superior. "Is that Mr. Huang?" I asked loudly, and my voice echoed in the spacious living room. He didn't answer, but he heard a faint groan. I walked over carefully, but I didn't expect to step on something on the ground.When I picked it up, it turned out to be a pile of clothes, all of which belonged to Fatty Huang. He shouldn't be sitting at home naked. Could it be that this is also the etiquette and hospitality of the British. Although some lunatics in the Eastern Jin Dynasty had stories of group promiscuity at home with guests, drinking and painting, that was just a madness caused by anesthesia with drugs such as Wushisan in a specific period.This kind of medicine for typhoid fever and pneumonia, which was mainly composed of stalactites, amethyst, white quartz, stone sulfur, and red stone fat, invented by Zhang Zhongjing, became a popular drug stimulant in that era. Ecstasy is similar. I finally touched the switch on the wall to the left of the sofa, and with a click, the room was instantly brightened. I got used to the darkness, and suddenly my eyes felt uncomfortable, so I covered it a little. The one sitting on the sofa was indeed a fat yellow man, and indeed he had nothing on his body except a pair of underwear. He was naked as if waiting to be slaughtered, with his fat head hanging down. I walked in and pushed him. As soon as my hand touched his shoulder, I suddenly felt like I touched a cactus, and my hand was pricked. His skin was actually covered with spikes.I took a closer look in surprise, no, it was his hair rather than the spikes.There is a lot of body hair on his arms, but now it looks very smooth, and there are many small holes densely packed, as if a handful of sesame seeds have been sprinkled on it. I saw that the remaining one of them slowly began to straighten, like a steel needle, and then sank into the pores by itself, and then the fat man suddenly raised his head and yelled at me like a pig. His face was almost distorted, exaggeratedly squeezed together with the slightly smaller facial features of the pancake face, as if a good sketch portrait of a character was roughly crumpled into a ball of paper, he was drooling , staring at me. The body almost like a mountain of meat pressed me over, but luckily I took a step back, otherwise I would be disabled even if I didn't die. Fatty Huang knelt on the ground, clutching my bag containing the manuscript. "Save! Save me!" Like a drowning man grabbing at straws.But there is nothing I can do. His eyelashes stood on end, too, as did his hair.The fat man stood up like an electrostatic device on TV, and his head was like a chubby hedgehog, which was a bit funny, but then I couldn't laugh anymore. Eyelashes pierced his eyes one by one and pricked them down. Then came the nauseating and piercing cry. Fatty Fang's eyes and the densely packed pores on the skin of his hands and feet began to slowly ooze blood droplets, one by one, crystal clear and glowing red. He was like a bloody BMW in the Western Han Dynasty, dripping with blood and sweat.It was like a bag full of water being punctured. He kept screaming, as sharp as a woman's cry, and I finally understood why the ancient bed of nails was called the most frightening criminal law, just like Ling Chi, the most tragic thing is not the one-shot death , but slowly tortured. But the ordeal was coming to an end.I stared blankly at the man in front of me, nowhere was he as domineering as before, but there was nothing I could do about him. "This is what he caused." A familiar voice suddenly sounded behind him.Looking back, it turned out to be Ji Yan, with a bag on his shoulder. "It's you? You've been following me?" I asked in surprise, but Ji Yan didn't answer, but walked up to the fat man to have a look. "It's too late, his eyes can't be saved, but his life is okay. If the hairs are inserted one by one, even my father and grandfather can't save him." Ji Yan shook her head and put down the bag. Inside was a row of silver needle. "Aren't you going to tie it down again?" I looked at the fat man, he couldn't cry out from the pain, and could only lie on the ground hoarsely and hum. "Well, he still has to suffer a little bit. Although he said he didn't want to save this kind of person, watching him die would be the same as him." Ji Yan seriously inserted the silver needles into the back of the fat man's neck and shoulders. Fatty Fang's groans gradually became smaller, and the hair on his head, which was already as hard as needles, gradually softened. "He's fine, but I'm afraid it will be a crime to take out all the hair on his body, and even if it's done, he may have problems with sweating." Ji Yan wiped her sweat, put the needle back, And helped Fatty dial the emergency number. "Let's go, we don't have anything to do here. I hate crowds. Before anyone comes, let's go back." Ji Yan put the bag back on her back and waved to me.Before leaving, he seemed to take a stack of things from the sofa. I talked to Ji Yan, moved the fat man to the sofa with difficulty, put on some clothes, and walked out of the English-style house. It was almost dark outside, and the street resounded with our footsteps. "You must know something?" I still couldn't help asking, although I'm not sure if Ji Yan will answer. "Well, this guy specializes in reselling some foreign medical waste and expired medicines. The outside is garbage, but after packaging, it turns out to be imported goods. Look how much profit there is in the middle. The medicines are okay, but the expired and two The needle used for the first time." Ji Yan suddenly stopped talking, and took out a neatly folded square newspaper from her pocket and handed it to me. Leaning on a street lamp, I saw a news item posted on it. A 12-year-old child was infected with hepatitis B after being injected with medicine at a nearby medical center due to a cold and fever. It is said that the needle was imported from abroad. Suffering from illness. "You're looking at this." Ji Yan handed me another one.This picture seems to have been seen at Ji Yan's house not long ago, and it seems to be a media interview with Fatty Fang. "I'm also thinking about the people of my country. Their technology is advanced, and even the waste products are better than ours. People don't often use computers and cars that are obsolete from abroad. These are just expired, and there is no serious problem." It was the fat man who answered the reporter's question about medicine.When the reporter asked him whether he would harm the health of the Chinese people, Fatty Fang replied in this way. "It doesn't matter, our citizens in mainland China are in good health and can bear it. They are not as delicate as foreigners." The fat man in the picture has a sincere face. "You should just let him be stabbed to death." I returned the newspaper to Ji Yan. "Some powers are miraculous, you can't touch them, but the results they cause are real, just like that fat man, there may not be any laws and regulations in this life that can clearly condemn him, but this does not mean that He is not guilty. Moreover, no one understands his sins better than himself." Ji Yan said, showing me a stack of things.I took it, and it turned out to be letters.There are mostly similar words written on it, such as you go to die, you will have retribution, you will be eaten to death by your own medicine sooner or later, and so on. "He receives hundreds of such things almost every day. He lives alone in such a big house and is afraid of being murdered by others. He doesn't hire any servants and doesn't have any friends. This guy is just such a person. He doesn't understand that the money he earns is like drugs, which can only bring a moment of pleasure. Under the long-term pressure, his body has naturally changed, and it is said that even his parents in his hometown hate him very much. Because of his parents, there is nothing more effective than the curse of his own parents. My silver needles can only relieve his physical symptoms." Ji Yan smiled, "As for how to cure it, it depends on him. In fact, he really looks down on him. The traditional Chinese medicine doctor saved him." I also smiled.Nothing in this world is absolute. You can be bold and brave to confirm one thing, but it is not so easy to completely deny something. A few months later, Mr. Huang, who underwent a full body operation, was discharged from the hospital. After paying off the medical expenses, he donated most of his property to the medical fund, and then disappeared without a trace. Some people said that he wandered around the countryside and made a name for himself. Barefoot Doctor, I hope so too.