Chapter 370: Fighting with the Boxing Bodyguard

The next morning, Tang Man started to wake me up in English:

"TeacherWangoodmorninglet'sgototherestauranttogether."

I understood half of it - Good morning, Teacher Wan - and I understood the rest of the sentence a little bit. Let's go to... the restaurant?

“OK.”

I got up, rinsed my mouth and face, and got dressed. When I opened the door, Tang Man was standing in the hallway. When I got to the restaurant, I still had a bowl of noodles and two glasses of juice.

She was used to eating anything. She grabbed four or five snacks and a glass of milk. As she ate, she explained what had happened the previous night. She explained that the group was from Hunan, a tour group of relatives. The girl's name was He Lulu, and her father, He Yong, worked in Guangdong making lighting fixtures.

"Oh, Boss He, I made some money and took my wife and relatives out for a trip."

"Yes, do you know what Boss He did?"

I thought about it and shook my head.

Tang Man laughed. After a long laugh, she said, "He slapped himself three times, saying he forgot to ask your name and where you're from. His wife was relatively calm. She grabbed his hand and said, 'Miss Tang is here. They're together. Ask her.'"

I said, "I understand. Time is life, and saving lives is our top priority."

"He will definitely contact you today."

I nodded.

Tang Man asked: "This is the first time I've seen your method of saving people."

We had all finished eating, and I stood up and said, "Let's talk while we walk."

"Actually, the Crooks don't have to pick us up by car. We can just walk there," said Tang Man.

"Okay, call Phil."

Tang Man asked for my opinion: "Don't come to pick me up from now on. Take a walk and increase your activity level. What do you think?"

"Yes, we can learn English and see the outside world at the same time."

"Maybe there's another drowning person on the beach, and you can be a hero again."

I laughed out loud. "That's not ruled out. Now that you've reminded me of this, I'll have to carry a needle with me at all times."

"I'll call first." After that, she dialed Phil and talked for a while.

After hanging up the phone, Tang Man said, "Phil said she couldn't make the decision and had to consult Crook. Today's car has been dispatched."

"I'll bring it up with Crook in person later."

We walked outside the hotel, where the car was parked, and got in. Tang Man asked, "What do you mean by a mouth needle? Like the flying needles in the movies, where they fly out and the bad guys fall to the ground?"

"No. It's an acupuncture needle. Like yesterday, if I had brought a needle with me, I would have inserted it into the girl's perineum. She would have been stimulated and vomited out all the fluid in her abdominal cavity with a "wow" sound."

"So powerful?" Tang Man was skeptical.

I don't explain. Anything that requires constant explanation is likely false. For example, if a wife asks her husband what he did last night, the more detailed the husband's explanation, the less reliable he is.

I didn't explain, and sure enough, she was stunned. She turned her head and kept looking me up and down. This was a subtle psychological process—trying to judge the truth of someone you don't know well enough based on your existing experience.

When we got to Crook's house, everything went on as usual. The cupping only took ten minutes, and we waited in the outer room of the ward.

This time, Tang Man didn't say anything. She was just playing with her phone. My phone rang, though. It was a Chinese number, and another unfamiliar caller. I guessed it was He Yong.

Walking out into the corridor, I lowered my voice and said, "Hello."

The other person said, "It's Mr. Wan, right? Oh, it's you. Thank you so much, really, you are our family's savior..." As he spoke, the person on the other end started crying.

Let him cry, don't interrupt him, this is a normal way to vent emotions. Some people always like to comfort others when they are crying, which is counterproductive and will make them cry more violently.

After he cried for a while, thinking that crying like this was not a solution, the other party stopped crying and said, "Mr. Wan, we behaved very badly in a foreign country. We were too flustered. We are sorry."

At this time, I comforted him, "Don't take it to heart. I completely understand. Saving lives comes first. You're okay now, aren't you?"

"Okay. Everything is fine now. Thank you again. We're traveling with a tour group and are rushing to Mactan. I'll add you on WeChat. Let's chat on WeChat."

"OK."

After adding WeChat, He Yong did not speak immediately. It was estimated that at this time, they were hurriedly gathering, everyone was running to the car with large and small bags, and the tour guide was counting the number of people.

Unlike me, who has a car every three steps to pick me up? A person who can take their whole family on an international trip alone should be considered a small business owner with an above-average income. But this kind of whirlwind tour with a group is really tiring.

This kind of hardship may continue for another ten years. When his daughter's generation becomes middle-aged, the country will be strong and individuals will be wealthy. Maybe they can get a private, one-on-one tour guide, see whatever they want, and stay in a place for as many days as they want.

That's called wealth freedom travel.

"Okay." Tang Man came outside and called me.

I walked into the room and saw that Tang Man had removed the cupping jar and wiped away the blood. Cruz was lying on his back, looking better than before.

I walked to the bed, lifted a corner of the quilt, pulled his hand outside, and looked carefully at the blue veins on his hand. The blue color was gradually fading, and a hint of light red could be vaguely seen on a vein on the back of his hand near the middle finger.

Tang Man was very dedicated and also bent down to stand beside me.

As a doctor, I think Cruz knows that his health is getting better day by day, so he trusts me very much now. His eyes are slightly open, trying hard to open them, and the corners of his mouth are moving, trying hard to speak.

I asked Tang Man, "You're getting better day by day. How do you say that?"

Tang Man understood what I meant and didn't say it to Cruz, but instead whispered it into my ear twice. Perhaps it was because I had been surrounded by English every day these days, and after hearing it twice, I was able to speak.

The reason I wanted to say it myself was because the doctor's words had a completely different effect than what someone else said. I said softly:

"You're getting better every day."

Cruz tried to speak, but couldn't. A tear rolled down his cheek. Phil quickly handed him a napkin. I wiped Cruz's tears and left the room.

Crook had been working on something in the study. When he heard footsteps, he came out.

I said, "He's getting better every day." (He's getting better every day.)

He was surprised, and Tang Man was also surprised by my flexible application of what I learned.

Crook spoke excitedly. Tang Man told me: Crook was very happy. He said this was good news and wanted to thank me for learning English because of his eldest brother's illness.

Then, through Tang Man, I asked Crook to skip the pick-up. Crook shook his head violently, gestured constantly, and spoke a long and excited stream of words.

After Tang Man translated it for me, I was completely stunned. Not only did his family have to pick me up and drop me off by car, but they also sent a special bodyguard to live next door to me. Except for activities in the hotel, every time I go out, I have to be accompanied by a bodyguard.

I was shocked. After thinking for a long time, I couldn't remember any bodyguards following me. Could it be the driver?

Yes, it was the driver. I used to wonder why that car was always parked in the hotel's coconut grove. I thought, why doesn't this car have to do anything else? It just sits there every day, serving me alone?

Seeing that I hadn't spoken for a long time, Crook spoke louder, gesturing at the same time.

Tang Man translated for me: "Crook said he had to ensure my safety."

After hearing this, I said to Tang Man, "Tell him that I will fight his bodyguards this afternoon. Please ask him to send three of his strongest bodyguards to fight me."

Before translating, Tang Man asked me twice: "Really? Can I translate directly like this?"

"Please translate it to him word for word."

Tang Man looked me up and down and said, "Teacher Wan, don't joke. His bodyguards have all practiced boxing."

My face turned red: "Why are you so long-winded?"

Tang Man blushed. She was very smart. For the sake of the Chinese people's prestige, she translated everything in a loud voice.

Crook laughed and went on and on. Tang Man relayed: Crook said he knew Chinese Kung Fu, maybe acupuncture, maybe Chinese medicine, and it was amazing, but it wasn't Chinese boxing.

I laughed out loud and said, "I once won the first place in Chinese boxing."

Crook didn't believe it.

I provoked him: "If there is no game this afternoon, I will return home immediately."

After hearing the translation, his eyes widened.

After a long silence, he said, "Okay. One."

Tang Man and I got in the car, and she stared at me again. I said, "Why do you keep staring at me? You're like a crazy fangirl."

Her face flushed all the way to her neck as she said, "No matter how I look at you, you look like a scholar."

"You're not mistaken at all. I am a man of letters."

She stopped talking. She probably couldn't figure it out. I could still fight the bodyguard.

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