Slag Gong Revenge Plan [Rebirth]

Chapter 80

Shen Zhuo didn't say good or bad for a while.

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Probably because seeing Shen Zhuo stunned for a long time, Tang scratched his head, and said to Shen Zhuo embarrassedly: "Mr. Shen... I don't speak Chinese very well, did I offend you just now?"

Only then did Shen Zhuo recover from the long hesitation, he paused for a moment, and smiled gently: "I can even use 'offend', and I already speak Chinese very well."

It seemed that Tang was rarely praised so much, his face turned red, he didn't even know where to put his hands, and finally he said to Shen Zhuo very awkwardly: "No, no. Let's go to the doctor, Mr. Shen, Cen has already Made an appointment with his own personal doctor."

Shen Zhuo's scalp hurts whenever he hears Cen Jin's name, let alone see Cen Jin's own personal doctor.

In case he really saw something good or bad, he didn't want Cen Jin to be the first to know.

"No need." Although the little assistant who was sent was quite kind and amiable, Shen Zhuo was never a person who would change his mind just because of a little assistant.

"Come in first and wait for me." Shen Zhuo opened the door of the room a little, then took two steps back to make way for a space, and said very politely, "I'll change clothes, and then you take me to find a pharmacy."

Shen Zhuo had a severe headache, and he was too lazy to chat with Tang Duo. He turned around and walked into the room to change clothes, but he was grabbed by the person behind him with his right hand within two steps.

"No! Mr. Shen," Tang hastily stretched out his hand to grab Shen Zhuo, with such force that Shen Zhuo, who was almost defenseless, took a step back abruptly.

Tang also seemed to realize that he was pulling too hard immediately, and immediately reached out to support Shen Zhuo's waist, and immediately said, "That's not the case, Mr. Shen. Many medicines in the UK need to be prescribed by the doctor, and you His complexion is really not good, let's go see a doctor, shall we?"

Shen Zhuo staggered backwards when he was pulled, but he was actually not embarrassed, and according to his previous personality, he wouldn't even be angry.

But today's day is really special. First, he was tossed about once at the airport, and then Xu Yi continued to toss him. After all, he calculated that he hadn't had a rest for almost two days.

He was extremely sleepy at the moment, but he couldn't rest normally because of the severe headache.

And just now he was dragged again, as a man, he was pulled back and forth so easily by another person of the same gender, and Shen Zhuo was already very sensitive about this.

Almost at the same time, a nameless anger surged out of his chest irresistibly.

"Let go." Shen Zhuo turned around and stopped, lowered his gaze, looked at Tang's hand holding him, and raised his eyebrows coldly, "Is that what you do as an assistant?"

Tang grabbed Shen Zhuo's hand and froze for a moment, then let go immediately, and said at a loss, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry...Then let's go out and find a pharmacy, okay? I'm sorry, Mr. Shen."

Tang's tone was so sorry that Shen Zhuo, who was in a state of rage, finally fell silent.

The anger stagnated for a moment, Shen Zhuo let out a long sigh, rubbed his tense forehead, and said in a soft voice: "Forget it, I'm not in a good condition today. It has nothing to do with you, don't take it to heart. "

"No!" Tang stared round his eyes and waved his hands again and again, "It's because I can't speak. Then, Mr. Shen, you can clean up. I'll wait for you here."

"En." Shen Zhuo nodded, turned around and went into the bedroom to change clothes.

The streets of England are already filled with the bleakness of autumn, and the fallen leaves are falling on the gray streets with the autumn wind, looking gloomy and dull.

Tang drove the car in the driver's seat, leading Shen Zhuo through the streets, and finally stopped at a relatively remote place that looked like a small pharmacy.

"I've heard of this place before...it's an old man who drove it loosely." Tang took off his seat belt first, and then went around to Shen Zhuo's side to help him open the car door, "Let's go and have a look. "

Shen Zhuo was a little devastated about running so far to buy medicine, and followed Tang out of the car and walked into the drugstore.

Indeed, it should be a very old pharmacy. The owner is an old man with white beard and hair. He can't tell whether he is seventy or eighty.

Tang led Shen Zhuo into the store. There was only one counter in the store, which was a very old-fashioned wooden countertop, and there was a creaking sound when he put his hand on it.

Shen Zhuo quickly withdrew his hand, peeked at the elderly shopkeeper a little guilty, and found that he was talking to Tang and didn't look this way, so he relaxed a little.

The owner, the old man, seemed to be of pure British descent, wearing a pair of old-fashioned large-frame glasses, and his deeply wrinkled face also had deep lines unique to Europeans and Americans.

Tang and the old man communicated in full English, and Shen Zhuo couldn't understand it, so he rubbed his temples and walked around the store to see if there was any medicine that he usually took in China. If you don't want to, let Tang tell the owner that it's taken care of.

But the names of the medicines are all in English, and the medicine bottles are not the same, Shen Zhuo went around and got nothing good, so he had to go back to the counter.

Tang was still talking to the old shopkeeper. The two of them didn't know what they were talking about. The old shopkeeper suddenly took a look at Shen Zhuo, then turned around and said something to Tang.

Shen Zhuo has been in the entertainment industry for a long time, and he has always been very sensitive to such inexplicable gazes. He glanced at Tang and asked softly in Chinese: "What did he just say?"

Tang waved his hand, first said something to the shop owner, and then explained to Shen Zhuo: "He said that looking at your face, you are not in good health, so he chatted with me a few words."

Shen Zhuo choked up for a moment, glanced suspiciously at the old shopkeeper standing in front of him, then looked away, and said to Tang helplessly, "...Isn't it true, you foreigners are starting to pay attention to facial expressions now? In two years you Do you have to take your pulse when you see a doctor..."

Tang's face seemed a little embarrassed, as if he wanted to say something but didn't say it.

He looked at Shen Zhuo hesitatingly, but before he could speak, the old gentleman next to him said: "Young man, if you want, I can take your pulse. But I haven't had it for a long time. Pulse~"

Shen Zhuo stood there, speechless.

Tang could see that Shen Zhuo was in a bit of a bad mood, and saw that the old shop owner seemed to have no intention of giving up on Shen Zhuo's pulse, so he quickly acted as a peacemaker in the middle: "Mr. Shen, don't be angry! This old man The owner of the shop has been to China in the old society, and stayed there for a long time, and was apprenticed to a famous Chinese medicine doctor, and returned to England after the war!"

--yes?

It was posted like this on all the Chinese medicine clinics he had seen before in England.

Shen Zhuo had a severe headache and was a little irritable in his heart, but he was used to being polite and polite, so he didn't show it on his face. He just smiled at the old shopkeeper, and turned to Tang and said in Chinese: "Please ask this question directly. Does the shopkeeper have any medicine for neuralgia, if not, forget it. I am not going to buy it either."

It hurts so badly that it hurts!

Shen Zhuo felt more and more that he and Britain were really at odds. It seemed that nothing good had happened since he came here, and basically he suffered extraordinarily every time.

Tang quickly nodded to Shen Zhuo, then walked to the counter and said a few words to the owner, then turned around and said to Shen Zhuo: "The owner asked if you have any allergies?"

Shen Zhuo shook his head: "No allergies, and basically no allergies."

The old shop owner didn't wait for Tang to translate for him this time, but asked Shen Zhuo's situation in very bad Chinese.

This old man from a foreign country can speak Chinese.

Although it seems that he rarely speaks Chinese, even Yinping and Yangping can’t be distinguished, and the Chinese characters he spits out look like broken syllables, but unexpectedly, his pronunciation of pathology is still accurate: “The symptoms are Insomnia, headache? Head, where does it hurt?"

Shen Zhuo didn't pay attention to it just now, until the old shopkeeper spoke to him, he realized that the shopkeeper's teeth were almost gone, his speech was windy, his wrinkles were deep, showing a kind of vicissitudes.

"It hurts from the scalp to the innermost part." Shen Zhuo spoke slowly, "It may have something to do with my fatigue during this time."

The old shopkeeper nodded, and asked intermittently: "Is there any obvious pain in the body?"

"No, oh, it might be a little sore occasionally. It should be considered within the normal range."

"How long has this symptom lasted?"

"Ah... It's been a long time, maybe half a year of insomnia." Shen Zhuo thought for a while before saying, "I don't know if Tang told you clearly just now, I want to prescribe some painkillers."

The old shop owner sat on the cushion behind the counter, raised his eyelids to look at Shen Zhuo, and slowly opened Lufeng's mouth into a circle, and said slowly: "Young man, I heard a piece of advice from someone who came over, you shouldn't take painkillers , you should see a doctor."

Shen Zhuo was extremely speechless, he was silent for a moment, and said politely and gently: "Mr., I know my physical condition very well. There is no need to see a doctor. If you have painkillers here, please open a box for me. If not, then we will leave first."

"When I was in China, I heard a word from my master." The old shopkeeper adjusted his glasses, then stood up tremblingly by the side of the counter, and took out a cup from the bottom of a counter with trembling hands. He took out a medicine box and put it in front of Shen Zhuo.

Then he sat down again, took the Today Times from the side, opened it in front of him, and added the following sentence: "Listen to people's advice and eat enough. Young man, you don't listen to the old man, you want to Bitter."

The author has something to say: Su Zhaza: So I didn't play in this one?

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I heard you all think Tang is good? ? ?Cen Jin adjusted his glasses and smiled silently in the distance.