Not The Sideburns I Know Chapter 177

Ryan did not go far, but went to the next door Liuguo Hotel to get a room, slept until the next afternoon, took a hot bath, and came back the same way he left. When he came back, he saw Ervin, the old monk, sitting down, as if he had fallen asleep with his eyes open. Ervin used to have a few other things to entertain himself besides singing, such as listening to records or reading comics. In winter, he would sometimes cut a few pounds of good mutton and light a charcoal stove, so he could spend the whole day grilling and eating. But after his ear disease, apart from singing on stage, he could only sit in a daze. In order to prevent the ghosts in the play from possessing him, he had to maintain the emptiness and tranquility of his body. Things that he thought were fun in the past were no longer fun now. He did not notice Ryan coming in. Ryan knocked on the door with his fingers and trembled twice: "Change clothes, bring your Exxon film, I have an appointment with a doctor for you."

Ervin was happy to see that there was no cold war between the two as usual. He looked at Ryan with a smile and said softly, "I have seen all the doctors in Peking. Let's not go to the hospital, let's go eat something good."

Ryan didn't care about his nonsense. While changing his clothes, he said, "It takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone. How long has it been since you were injured? You're too lazy to treat it? No matter if it's Chinese or Western medicine, you just took medicine for a week and you say it's useless and want to change doctors. Even gods can't cure you!"

Ervin had just pinched someone's neck yesterday. Now he felt guilty and had no arrogance. He listened to him, changed his clothes and went to see a doctor, and did not dare to argue. Ryan drove the car himself, and there was no one else in the car. Ervin put his fingers into his collar and touched his neck, and then touched his cheeks and lips, which were all the places where he had fought last night. Because he was still unsatisfied, he was imagining. Ryan sneered: "Don't touch me, dog paws, I'm afraid you will bite me." Ervin said: "Not only will I bite you, I will also eat you!" After the conflict last night, the word "eat" seemed subtle. Ryan was silent for a while, and said seriously: "Boss Shang, you can do anything with me, but don't think about this matter. I fancy you, not a man. If you think it's unfair, we won't touch each other in the future." Ryan's words were illogical. But Ervin didn't think of how to refute for a while, and he punched Ryan mercilessly, sitting there unconvinced. By the time he arrived at the hospital, he was already very familiar with Western medicine. He automatically explained the cause and effect, and put his ear close to let the big searchlight shine in. Shang Lang had hearing problems, and within a month, the whole country knew about it. The barefoot doctors of traditional Chinese and Western medicine in Beiping were even more eager to show off their skills to cure his acute illness and become famous. Fortunately, Shang Lang came to seek medical treatment, and the doctor treated him very carefully. When he returned home, Ryan personally poured him water and watched him take the medicine, but Ervin shook his head: "I don't want to eat." Ryan held the water cup with eager eyes: "You are in a bad mood again, right? It's a waste of my energy!" Ervin ignored him and shouted to himself: "Xiao Lai! Bring all my medicine! In glass bottles!"

Xiao Lai agreed, and then held out a basket of small brown medicine bottles. Although Ervin didn't know what the English labels meant, he could still recognize the letters. He searched the basket for the medicine he had prepared today, and he could find two or three bottles of the same color and type for each.