North American Rough Police: Starting from the Los Angeles Patrol

Los Angeles Chinatown is the third largest Chinatown in the United States after New York and San Francisco. It retains many Chinese-style buildings, such as Chinese archways, antique Chinese buildings, etc.

However, as more and more Chinese come to the United States and to Los Angeles, Chinatown has become increasingly declining and gradually abandoned by the Chinese.

Because Chinese life is no longer limited to Chinatown, large-scale Chinese communities have formed in places such as the San Gabriel Valley and Irvine in Orange County, and their scale has far exceeded that of Chinatown.

However, in Chinatown, you can still find many of the most authentic and authentic Chinese things, such as Chinese food and Chinese medicine.

Locke is closer from the Cortina neighborhood than from Beverly Hills because Chinatown is just below Elyson Park.

Arriving in Chinatown, Locke parked his car outside and walked in from the archway with Li Bo. For an instant, he seemed to have entered another world.

There is a sitting statue at the entrance. There are some antique Chinese buildings on both sides of the street, but they all look dilapidated and have signs of time.

Moreover, the ground is very dirty, and there are many things on the street. The environment is not generally bad, and it is incompatible with the Los Angeles outside.

Unlike the San Gabriel Valley, there are no white or black people here, they are all Asian.

Yes, not only Chinese, Locke also heard Korean and Vietnamese.

Locke frowned subconsciously when he saw the dilapidated environment of Chinatown, and suddenly felt in his heart. No wonder Li Bo didn't let Marianne Jethanna and the others come over together. There is nothing to see here at all.

Li Bo looked a little disappointed and said: "When I studied abroad, Chinatown was not what it is now. Chinatown was very prosperous at that time..."

While walking inside, Li Bo introduced the food in Chinatown, saying that there are many authentic Chinese food in Chinatown, such as Sichuan food, Cantonese food, Shanghai food, Fujian food, and Shandong food.

Li Bo took Locke and turned into an alley and came to the entrance of a medical clinic. The plaque had been mottled and peeled off, but the three incised characters of Huichun Hall could be vaguely seen.

As soon as he entered the alley, Locke smelled the smell of herbal medicine. He couldn't help but be a little surprised. It turned out that Chinese medicine not only includes acupuncture but also medicine!

As soon as Locke entered the door, he saw rows of cabinets, and the scent of medicine in the air became stronger. He soon found the source. There was a charcoal stove in the corner, and herbs were stewing in a pot for making soup on the stove.

"What do you want? Do you have an appointment?"

Next to the medicine cabinet, an old Chinese aunt was pushing a strange tool to extract medicine. She spoke with a strange accent, but I could understand her.

Li Bo replied: "I made an appointment with Mr. Sun..."

The old aunt looked at it again and said, "Then go up!"

Walking along the narrow stairs to the second floor, Locke immediately saw an old man wearing a white Tang suit with white hair and beard practicing a slow martial art. This must be the old man Sun he was going to meet today.

Three words immediately flashed in his mind, Tai Chi!

Li Bo signaled Locke to wait, so the two stood at the stairs, and Locke took the opportunity to look at everything in the room.

The space on the second floor was much brighter than the first floor, and there were antique shelves everywhere. He had only seen this style in the movie "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon."

Well, I originally went to see this movie because it featured two Chinese Kung Fu superstars, Jetlee and Johntang.

Li Bo introduced Locke in a low voice: "Mr. Sun comes from a family of traditional Chinese medicine in Baodao. He used to be from the mainland. He went to Baodao during the Liberation War and later came to the United States. His children have all flourished in the United States. He stayed alone in Chinatown. I have known him for almost ten years. I dislocated my joint that time. Western medicine said I needed surgery, so I had to try Chinese medicine. The result was cured instantly. I have been coming here intermittently over the years..."

Mr. Sun didn't keep the two of them waiting for a long time. He quickly stopped working and asked Li Bo: "Mr. Li, I haven't seen you for a long time. I didn't ask on the phone. Why are you feeling uncomfortable this time?"

Li Bo shook his head and said: "It's not me, it's my son. His name is Locke..."

Mr. Sun looked at Locke with stern eyes and praised him: "I didn't expect your son to be so old. He is so handsome. Can he speak Chinese?"

Locke nodded and said: "Yes..."

Mr. Sun smiled at Li Bo and said: "Hey, it's pretty standard! Not bad, not bad. Nowadays, those who grew up in the United States, especially those of mixed race, can speak Chinese less and less. Come, sit here..."

As he spoke, he led the father and son to the consulting table on one side.

After signaling Locke to sit down, Mr. Sun asked: "I heard your father said that acupuncture is needed. Are you feeling uncomfortable there? Tell me about your symptoms. Maybe acupuncture is not needed..."

Locke turned his head and glanced at Li Bo. His father didn't make it clear.

He hurriedly said: "I saw a video of Chinese acupuncture on the Internet and thought it was very magical, so I wanted to see it with my own eyes..."

Mr. Sun was startled and looked at Li Bo. Li Bo quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't make it clear on the phone. Mr. Sun, how about you give me acupuncture..."

"Are you okay? Why do you need acupuncture?"

Mr. Sun was speechless and said with a smile: "It's okay. There are no patients anymore anyway. It's rare for young people to be interested in this!"

He stood up and took out a needle bag from the counter at the back. After opening it, there was a long row of needles of various types displayed inside, some were big and thick, some were as thin as a hair, and many had different shapes.

Locke recognized the needle used by Spike at a glance, but Spike improved it and removed the thicker part of the needle head, leaving only the slender part of the needle tail.

Seeing that Locke was really interested, Mr. Sun took out a needle and handed it to Locke, "Although acupuncture has been popular in the West for many years, many white people still think it's magical, and they are always amazing and shouting magic, using our traditional Chinese medicine Theoretically, acupuncture promotes the circulation of Qi and dredges meridians. In modern scientific terms, it conducts electricity and magnetism..."

Locke looked at the needle in his hand and determined that it was Spike's unimproved flying needle. After looking at it, he could restock it and just buy this kind of needle.

He asked: "I saw in the video that some doctors slowly inserted the needle into the body, while some doctors did not touch the human body and inserted the needle into the flesh like a dart..."

Mr. Sun smiled proudly, picked up a needle, lit the alcohol lamp on the side, the needle tip quickly passed through the flame, and wiped it with alcohol cotton, "Stretch your hand over..."

Locke guessed what he was going to do and his eyes couldn't help but shrink. This injection was not a one-time use. Isn't it too hasty to only rely on high temperature and alcohol for disinfection?

But in order to learn the flying needle technique, there is no other way. He can't ask his father to be the experimental subject!

Locke stretched out his hand in front of Mr. Sun, and Mr. Sun thrust his hand down. The light and fluffy needle actually stabbed into Locke's handwriting. It was indeed amazing.

Locke was about to ask how this was done when the system panel suddenly changed. The flying needle learning card disappeared, and there was an additional skill in the skill list, flying needle (L1 proficiency).

Many flying acupuncture techniques and techniques suddenly appeared in my mind. This is no longer a simple acupuncture flying acupuncture technique.

Spike improved the flying needle technique, turning the flying needle that could only be thrown in a short distance into a long-range attack weapon that could fly four to five meters. I have to say, this guy is really a genius.

Seeing that Locke was distracted, Mr. Sun smiled and said: "The flying needle technique is very simple to say, it is fast, accurate and stable, but if you really want to get started, if you don't practice for five years, eh..."

Locke pulled out the needle from his arm, imitated the flying needle technique used by Mr. Sun just now, and inserted it into his arm through the air, once, twice, three times...

He nodded and said: "It's indeed a bit difficult!"

Mr. Sun was lost for a while, then raised his head and asked Li Bo: "What does he do? Is he studying medicine?"

Li Bo was already a little numb to Locke and replied: "He is now a lapd..."

Mr. Sun stared at Locke with burning eyes, "If you are really interested in acupuncture, I can teach you!"

Locke looked hesitant. His goal had been achieved, so why should he learn acupuncture?

At this time, the old Chinese aunt downstairs came up with a bowl of steaming potion, "Mr. Sun, your potion is ready!"

Li Bo asked with concern: "Mr. Sun, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

When Mr. Sun saw that Locke didn't answer, his expression darkened. It was a pity for this talent, but then he smiled with relief.

He took the medicine bowl and said with a smile: "It's an old problem. When autumn comes, my lungs feel uncomfortable..."

Locke stared at the Chinese medicine in Mr. Sun's hand, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind. Although he inherited Spike's African medicine formula, when the medicine comes out in the future, he cannot promote it as an ancient medicine from Africa.

Africa is poor and backward, and its mortality rate is so high. This kind of propaganda is not convincing at all.

The dark bowl of Chinese medicine decoction in front of him inspired him. He could describe his medicine formula as being from China. With 5000 years of traditional Chinese medicine inheritance, the origin of the formula was perfectly solved.

Locke nodded and said, "Okay, I want to learn Chinese medicine from you!"