In the past, people had to order fruit plates to listen to stories in teahouses, and what they heard was just random gossip.
To listen to the story today, you need to close the curtains and light a kerosene lamp. If it is a rainy day, they light sandalwood to remove moisture. The most interesting thing is to play a piece of Yue Opera', from "Eighteen-Mile Farewells" to "Yingtai Crying at the Grave", and the story will end.
This story began during the Republic of China period.
There is a most distinguished place in Hezhou City, called Xiaotong Guan, which is next to the concession area and is the headquarters of the military commander. It was built by the soldiers of Hezhou City after they defeated the Japanese invaders for the first time. Because of the character
"tong" in its name, it was also called "Xiaotong Que Tai " by people.
On this day, two Ford model cars drove out of Xiaotong Guan, passed Jiangwan Road, and drove straight to Jishan Road, only stopping at Dejiu Hospital.
Two rows of soldiers with guns got out of the car first, and then a foot wearing leather military boots landed. Above the military boots were long legs, and above that was a tall body wearing a long cape over the military uniform, and above that was a pair of very sharp eyes.
It's Duan Yelin, the commander of Xiaotong Guan.
He led his men all the way into the director's office.
No one dared to stop him along the way, even some young nurses and patients didn't dare to speak.
When Director Hu saw him, he quickly poured tea and smiled: "How come the Commander has time to come here?"
Duan Yelin didn't say a word of nonsense at all, "I heard that you used expired medicine on the injured soldiers?"
Director Hu immediately understood the purpose of the visit.
With wars going on everywhere these days, public hospitals have long been insufficient, and his private hospital has also received many wounded soldiers. However, the wounded soldiers are poor, and the government only provides subsidies to public hospitals. He, Director Hu is not a saint, so how can he be willing to do such a thing?
"Commander, don't say it like that. Those medicines are all good. Even though they've been stored for a long time, but they can still be used! I really don't have the money to buy those expensive medicines.
The patients downstairs who have paid are also patients. I can't take their medicines and give them to others."
Duan Yelin sneered, "If you didn't deliberately keep the medicine in the warehouse and sell it at a high price, how could it have expired? Director Hu, this is a hospital, not a place for you to raise prices."
Who's Director Hu? He's also close to the Chief of Staff, so naturally he has a rather proud temper. He said with a fake smile, "There will always be patients. And if we want to treat patients, we have to feed the doctors first, right?"
Duan Yelin stood up, walked in front of Director Hu, and looked down at him: "Laozi is leading my brothers in the battle on the front line, and you're playing a life-threatening game with me in the back.
I think you're really tired of living!"
Director Hu also got angry, slammed the table with a bang, pointed to the door, and shouted, "If the Commander doesn't like my hospital, fine, I will have those wounded soldiers cleared out today! As for you, find a place to settle by yourself!"
When these words came out, Duan Yelin was silent for a moment, then he laughed in anger and walked out.
Director Hu sat down, drank a cup of tea and smoked a cigarette. When he looked at his pocket watch, he realized it was already mealtime, so he hummed a little tune and went out.
He had just stepped out of the hospital gate and hadn't even walked a hundred meters yet when
"bang!" something happened.
A Ford car crashed into him from behind, and Director Hu rolled to the side like a little chick, hitting the ground and losing consciousness, with his arm bones broken, sustaining serious injuries!
Then the car window rolled down, and Qiao Song in the front passenger seat turned back and asked,
"Commander, how should we handle this?"
Duan Yelin glanced at him and sneered, "Send him back to the prison in Xiaotong Guan. Only expired medicine can be used to treat him. When he is cured, he will be released."
"Yes, then where are you going next?"
"Heming Medical Hall."
Heming Medical Hall is located on the side of Jiuxi Alley, it occupies most of the alley. It is the property of the Xu family.
The Xu family was originally a prosperous family, but many of them died in the chaos of war in the early years, leaving only a single son. When he was around ten, he went to Hezhou City and was raised in his uncle's house. Within a few years, his uncle's family also died out, and the family business fell into the hands of the young master of the Xu family.
Some people said that the young master of the Xu family had a tough fate and brought misfortune to others. However, since the Heming Medical Hall opened, he gradually earned merit by saving lives and curing illnesses, and over time, no one said that anymore.
When Duan Yelin walked into Heming Medical Hall, the originally bustling medical hall suddenly became silent.
Ordinary people were afraid of officials and soldiers, it had become ingrained in their very being. So those waiting to see the physician lowered their heads and kept silent, while the medicine boys also focused intently on their work.
At this time, a person in a gray Changshan came out of the inner hall. He was very slender, with fair skin and pale lips. He was holding a bunch of mugwort in his hand. When he came out and looked up, he showed no surprise whatsoever.
This person is Xu Hang. Xu Hang gives people the feeling that he was born to be in this medical hall.
His body is full of the aroma of medicine. Now compared with the people holding knives and guns in the room, he is even more stand out.
It wasn't the first time Qiao Song had met Xu Hang, the young master of the Xu family, but every time he met him, he was always shocked by his imposing manner. Then he turned around and whispered to the new recruits,
"Keep your heads down, don't look
around!"
Xu Hang walked to the chopper and chopped the mugwort bit by bit. The juice of the mugwort stained his hands, which was very pleasing to the eyes.
Duan Yelin strode forward and said to Xu Hang, "I asked someone to pick you up, and you even dared not come?"
The mugwort had been chopped up, Xu Hang put it into the mortar and said lightly, "You see, the medical hall is very busy."
"You are indispensable, you're not even seeing patients!"
Xu Hang glanced at him and asked, "What are you doing here?"
Duan Yelin smiled a bit rogue and also a little unhappy, "Can't I come to see a physician?"
Xu Hang then pointed to the line that almost reached the door and said, "Then take a number and wait over there. Like you said, I'm not seeing patients."
"I want you to be the one to see me."
At this time, Physician Zhou, who was attending patients, stood up, stroked his beard as he bowed to Duan Yelin, then politely spoke, trying to smooth things over: "Commander, where are you feeling unwell? Shall I take a look first?"
Duan Yelin didn't even glance at him and impatiently said, "Sit down, it's none of your business!" Then he snatched the mortar from Xu Hang's hand and threw it aside, "Are you deliberately trying to pick a fight with me today?"
Xu Hang's hands were empty, so he picked up a handkerchief from the table to wipe his hands, looked up at Duan Yelin, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "This is the medical hall, if you are not sick, then leave."
These words completely enraged Duan Yelin, who had already been irritated at the hospital today. He grinned without any warmth, then grabbed Xu Hang's hand, pulled it hard, and said, "No matter if I am sick or not, Laozi wants you to treat me today!"
Everyone just assumed he was looking for trouble and lowered their heads, not daring to speak.
The next moment, Xu Hang's slender body was pulled by Duan Yelin into the back room. As soon as the curtain was drawn, Duan Yelin pressed him against the wall and kissed him deeply.
Duan Yelin's kisses were always very direct. His tongue darted in, teasing Xu Hang's tip, then moved from the leftmost tooth to the rightmost, kissing him so intensely that Xu Hang's pale face began to flush slightly.
"Umm-"
No matter how many times, Xu Hang's reaction was always a mix of wanting to resist but being unable to. His whole body stiffened, his hands clenched into fists, yet all he could do was endure being bitten and licked.
Xu Hang's brows were slightly furrowed, giving a look of mild displeasure, which only made the battle-hardened Duan Yelin enjoy teasing him even more. He deliberately kissed with audible smacks to embarrass Xu Hang, and whenever Xu Hang couldn't help but turn his head away, Duan Yelin would deepen the kiss.
When he finally let go, Xu Hang was clearly a little exhausted, turning his face to the side with a hint of helplessness.
Duan Yelin smiled, pinched Xu Hang's chin, forcing him to look at him, and said, "Now can you speak properly?"
Xu Hang didn't answer. Duan Yelin asked again, "If you still don't answer, right here, I'll just..."
Duan Yelin smiled with satisfaction, brushed Xu Hang's lips with his thumb, lifted the curtain, and went out.
It wasn't until he heard the soldiers' footsteps marching away in unison that Xu Hang wiped the moisture off his mouth with his sleeve, scrubbing so hard that his skin turned red.
But even if all the mugwort in Hezhou City were used, it still wouldn't soften Duan Yelin's temper.