123 The real gang (1/2)
Fat man drives all the way to a big yard behind a small building in the back, and immediately some young men in white coats come to help carry vegetables, fruits and meat.
He stands aside, shouts and points how to move for a while. Then he pulls me and Dorra inside.
”That's the dining building. The first floor is the big dining room. I don't need to take care of it. There's no technical anyway.” I notice that if he has walked a little longer, his left leg seems to be lame and he just walks less quickly.
As he's walking ahead, he rubs his left thigh vigorously and says faintly, ”Upstairs is a small restaurant hall. The standard inside is not lower than that of the big restaurant outside. It must be high enough level guests or management to come in. The top floor is a small banquet hall. It's only served during the holidays or when the superiors come. I cook the dishes myself at these times.” He smiles and says, ”You know that we southerners love and dare to eat, which is famous all over the world.”
Next to the dining building is a small courtyard with a small building inside. The door is unlocked. He leads us in and goes directly to the second floor.
”This is where I live. The second floor is usually empty. The first floor is where the rest of my restaurant lives. This is the safest place.” He looks at me and says, ”You can rest assured. I can't garentee whether your enemies have relationships with the police, but even if they have, it is unlikely that they will go inside the police station to search.”
He leads us into the room, and I find out that he's living in a large place. As soon as he enters the door, he points to an old-fashioned cloth sofa and says to me: ”Sit down!” Then he points to Dorra: ”Girl, and you.”
Then he turns out a small bottle in the cupboard drawer and throws it to me. As soon as I catch it, I hear him says: ”This is traumatic medicine, really good one. It's much better than yours.”
He looks at Dorra's injured hand and says, ”Young people still have to take good care of their bodies. Don't think it's okay to be hurt. That's because of you're young. When you get older in the future, you'll have a harder time!” He gives me a glance and says, ”Did you hurt your leg?”
I'm dazed, say: ”Yes, I fell off the day before yesterday when escaping and hurt my knee.”
He nods: ”When I saw you walking, that leg seems to move a little unnaturally. I give you a bottle of medicine and wipe it by yourself.”
He sighs and goes into a room inside. A moment later, he takes out a porcelain bottle and gave it to me.
”There are three rooms here. This is the living room outside. There are two rooms inside. The one inside is my own room. You don't go in! The other room will let you live. You just rest here first.” He then pours two glasses of water down.
I help Dorra to change the medicine on her hand first. Then I roll up my pants and examine my knee.
A large piece of congestion in the wound hasn't dispersed yet. It's purple, but now it's already swollen.
He looks at it and frowns, ”Why are you so careless...” Then he walks up to me and grabs the bottle in hand. ”Let me make it for you.” Then he looks up at me and says, ”Maybe it hurts a little. You just have to bear it.”
He carefully pours some light yellow medicine liquid on the palm of his hand, with a strong taste of medicine, and it smells vaguely with a touch of sweetness.
”Bah!” He rubs his palms a few times and they're turning red. Then he slaps on my knee. I'm too painful to grin on the spot.
His hands are full of calluses, hard and thick, and he rubs them vigorously on my knees, constantly adding some liquid medicine.
”This medicine needs to be rubbed evenly so that it can be distributed under the skin.” He does not care about the painful expression on my face at all, ”My medicine is very precious, you have no place to buy it on the market.”
He rubs for a long time, almost rubbing off a layer of skin of my knee. But I do feel much more comfortable, feeling my knee is as hot as be burned.