"It's not good, it's not good, someone was hit and killed by the West Bridge!"
A neighbor ran into the People's Barber Shop in a panic.
"What are you talking about? The West Bridge is just a bridge and it doesn't move. How can it hit and kill people? Tell me carefully."
The older neighbor asked about the visitor.
"In Xiqiaotou, a tool truck hit and killed a bald man!"
"Bald?!"
Tang Qing frowned.
"The dead body of a young man with a shaved head is still lying on the bridge!"
"ah?!"
The razor Tang Qing was wiping fell to the instep of his feet, leaving a deep bloody mouth without him noticing.
"Let's go to West Qiaotou and have a look!"
The neighbors shouted out, leaving Tang Qing alone in the People's Barber Shop.
"A young man with a shaved head..."
"A young man with a shaved head..."
"A young man with a shaved head..."
These words buzzed in Tang Qing's ears, and her heart had never beat so violently.
She stood blankly in front of the large barber mirror, not daring to look at herself in the mirror.
"Hey, Master Wang, who are you scolding?"
"Why did I scold you?"
"You said that Master Jiujin specializes in shaving people's pubic heads. I happened to be shaving my head, so am I not going to die?"
The sentence "a young man with a shaved head..." superimposed on the conversation just now echoed in Tang Qing's ears again and again.
"ah!"
Tang Qing punched himself in the mirror, his eyes red and soulless.
"Bang!"
"Wow!"
The hairdressing mirror, which was half a man's height, was shattered on the ground, and Tang Qing's hands were bleeding.
"Master Jiujin, what's wrong?"
"Your hand is bleeding!"
"My feet are bleeding too!"
"Quick, go to the hospital!"
Neighbors who went to West Bridge to watch the excitement returned to the People's Barber Shop and were shocked to see Tang Qing like this. They were all talking and trying to carry Tang Qing to the hospital.
"Bald head, bald head..."
Tang Qing's eyes were dull and he muttered to himself.
"Master Jiujin, I'm here. I'll carry you to the hospital."
The young neighbor just now squeezed in front of Tang Qing.
"Ah?! You, you, you didn't, didn't, didn't get hit..."
Tang Qing looked at the young neighbor in front of him in surprise, his mood instantly changed from fear to excitement, and he quickly stopped the last word.
"Master Jiujin, you are overthinking it. The bald man who was hit by a tool truck just came out of it. He couldn't control his hands and reached into someone's pocket to take out his wallet. When he was discovered, he ran away in a panic and bumped into the car.
Then a tool truck hit the pier of the West Bridge, so it’s probably his own fault.”
The eldest neighbor talks.
People in Yancheng called the prison "inside", and accurate information later revealed that the bald man who was killed was a habitual thief.
"good!"
After saying the word "good", Tang Qing collapsed on the ground.
…
"Master Jiujin, are you awake?"
Tang Qing opened his eyes, and a bald head shook in front of him.
"Where am I?"
"Emergency room, why did you just go out and come in again?"
The bald head was replaced by a doctor in a white coat, who put salt water on Tang Qing's head.
"Why do you need to hang up salt water again? I'm fine."
Tang Qing struggled to sit up.
"Are you okay? There's so much blood flow, and the blood sugar is so low. If the blood sugar doesn't come up even after hanging up this bottle of salt water, I need to do a CT scan to find out the cause of the disease."
The doctor pressed Tang Qing's shoulder.
"I'm really fine. Just give me a bandage and some anti-inflammatory medicine."
Tang Qing still remembered it.
"Lie down and lie down. If this bottle of salt water hangs on, your blood sugar won't rise, and you won't be able to shave your head again!"
The doctor had a straight face.
"No? Don't scare me!"
Tang Qing had to lie down.
While the doctor was applying salt water to Tang Qing, he warned Tang Qing:
"Am I trying to scare you? I am responsible for you and the customers who come to your place to get their hair shaved. Do you know? If your hypoglycemia has become a disease, then you will never be able to work as a barber again."
"Doctor, I just didn't eat all day yesterday and didn't sleep last night. I'm tired. Don't you know this?"
"But based on your behavior in the barber shop just now, I suspect you are suffering from hypoglycemia."
"Impossible, I'm in good health. Hey, how did I behave in the barber shop just now? What was my behavior?"
"You were unable to concentrate in the barber shop just now, were flustered, agitated, comatose, etc. All of this is enough to prove that you are suffering from hypoglycemia."
"Hey, doctor, how do you know what I did in the barber shop?"
"Master Jiujin, it was Lao Longtou who told the doctor."
A bright bald head flashed behind the doctor. This bald head was the young neighbor, and the old dragon head was the eldest neighbor.
"Old Dragon Head, where are the others?"
"He and other neighbors have gone back to the People's Barber Shop and said they would help you clean up the mess."
"Why are you still here?"
"Old Dragon Head asked me to take care of you here."
"I don't need to take care of you. You should go back quickly and tell Lao Longtou and the others not to clean it up. I will clean it up myself after I go back."
"Master Jiujin, I'd better take care of you here."
"You go back, I'm here."
"Cousin, please take care of me, Master Jiujin. I'm leaving."
Baldhead walked out of the infusion room.
"Cousin? Are you his cousin?"
Tang Qing then carefully looked at the doctor in front of him.
Tang Qing has had a weakness since she was a child, that is, she doesn't dare to look at the faces of strange men. If a strange male customer comes to her shop to get her hair done, she never looks at his face, only his hair.
It stands to reason that the haircut for a customer should be determined based on the size and shape of the customer's face.
Tang Qing later decided to only cut the hair of men in the neighborhood and style women's hair, and did not take any business from strange men under the age of forty.
Of course, various beauty salons are now the most popular in the streets and alleys of Yancheng. Young men would not choose to have their heads shaved at Tang Qing's People's Barber Shop.
The biggest reason why Tang Qing dared to face the doctor who treated him with salt water at this moment was not only that he was a bald cousin, but more importantly, he was wearing a mask that covered most of his face, leaving only his forehead and a pair of eyes exposed.
Tang Qing could tell from the doctor's broad forehead and the blurry eyes behind his glasses that he was a very scheming man.
When the doctor saw Tang Qing looking at him, he simply pulled down his mask, revealing a pair of white and neat teeth, and said with a smile:
"Master Jiujin, do you still remember me?"
Tang Qin looked at the doctor carefully, shook his head and asked:
"Have we met?"
The doctor put on the mask again and said with regret:
"Master Jiu Jin, you are so forgetful. It seems that I am plain and unattractive. No wonder you refused me when I came to the People's Barber Shop for a haircut."
When Tang Qing heard what the doctor said, he searched hard for his shadow in his mind, but couldn't find it, so he had to say nonchalantly:
"Is this happening?"
The doctor raised his eyebrows and said:
"I've been here more than once!"
Tang Qing heard that the doctor's tone was obviously full of displeasure, and thought, no wonder when he put the saline on me just now, the needle poked so hard. It seems that you have to be careful when doing things. No one can offend him, otherwise when will
If you fall into his hands, you will suffer.
Tang Qing is good at association and likes to think of that thing from one thing to another.
Her late husband once joked that if Tang Qing had better grades in Chinese, she could become a writer and write novels.
Tang Qing observed the doctor while searching for signs of him coming to the barber shop.
I saw that he had a very standard figure, about 1.7 meters tall, with a Chinese-shaped face, glasses, and a mole at the corner of his mouth. Unfortunately, his eyes were not clear.
Tang Qing heard his grandfather say that when looking at a person, you should first look at his eyes. The eyes are upright and the heart is upright, the eyes are kind and the heart is kind, the eyes are disgusting and the heart is evil, and the eyes are evil and the heart is evil.
Tang Qing estimated that the optician was not very old, probably less than forty.
"I'm so sorry. My craftsmanship is old and I only know how to shave the heads of my neighbors. You people of status should go to those high-end hairdressers."
"People of status? We doctors are not just like you, serving the people!"
"Your style is so high!"
"You, Master Jiujin, have a noble style!"
While the two were chatting, a man hurriedly came into the infusion room and asked in a hurried tone:
"Where is a toilet?"
The optician looked at the man a few times and replied calmly:
"Go straight forward, then turn!"
"Hello……"
Tang Qing saw that the person was none other than Li Li, who had pretended to be Mr. Li to scare him last night. He wanted to say hello to her, but she had already walked out of the infusion room quickly.
Tang Qing got up and wanted to chase him, but he forgot that he was wearing saline water. He got caught by the infusion tube and the needle almost fell off.
The bespectacled doctor held Tang Qing's shoulders, inspected the needle, and said:
"What? Seeing her hypoglycemia immediately turned into hyperglycemia? Aren't you scared enough by her?"