Fang Minghao walked up to Cheng Jiulang and kicked him lightly, warning, "Call me Brother Hao, what kind of Brother Hao is that? It's all so inappropriate. Don't think I don't know what you're thinking."
"Alright, Brother Hao, you're awesome!" Cheng Jiulang was agile and successfully dodged his kick.
"Little monkey," Fang Minghao said with a laugh, not taking it too seriously.
Fang Minghao, nicknamed "Mouse," sigh, that's the name his parents gave him, what can he do but accept it?
However, not just anyone dares to call him that nickname. First of all, you have to consider whether you can withstand his iron fist.
Shang Zimu got out of the car and subconsciously observed his surroundings first, a habit he had developed over many years of combat.
With its blue bricks, small tiles, and horse-head walls, the alleyway is filled with groups of children playing. When a large car is parked at the entrance of the alley, it immediately attracts their attention.
The timid ones huddled under the eaves, peeking out cautiously, while the bolder ones watched them warily, some itching to try.
Upon seeing the children, Shang Ziming's usually aloof face softened slightly. He approached them and asked, "Little friends, are your parents home? Ahem..."
He wanted to ask an adult about the situation through the child, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he couldn't stop coughing.
"Uncle PLA soldier, what's wrong? Are you sick?" The little boy's eyes sparkled, as if they were filled with stars.
"Yes, a little." Shang Ziming nodded.
The little boy immediately said, "Then you should go to the clinic to get your shot right away."
"Hey, you know quite a lot, kid." Fang Minghao walked over and, hearing the little boy's words, decided to tease him. "This uncle's illness can't be cured at the local clinic. But I've heard there's an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor here with superb skills. Do you know which one?"
Upon hearing this, the little boy's eyes suddenly flashed with surprise, followed by terror. He turned and ran, shouting as he ran, "Run! Bad guys are coming!"
His shout immediately caused an uproar, with the children in the alley running and shouting along, making a chaotic mess.
Fang Minghao was dumbfounded by the scene before him, and spread his hands innocently, saying, "I didn't do anything."
Yes, he only asked one question, how did that make him a bad person?
"Let's go take a look." Shang Ziming seemed quite calm and composed about this.
The little boy ran into a house that was clearly somewhat dilapidated.
Shang Ziming and his group soon arrived at the front of the house. At that moment, an old woman walked out of the yard.
The old lady's hair was gray, but she combed it very carefully and neatly. Although her clothes were patched on top of each other and faded from washing, they were very clean.
"Who are you looking for?" she asked warily, looking at them defensively.
"Auntie, cough cough, excuse me, cough cough..." Shang Ziming coughed again before he could finish speaking.
Seeing this, Fang Minghao quickly offered his help, "Auntie, we're looking for Hua Shancheng, the renowned physician Hua. Do you know where he is?"
“We don’t have that person here. You’ve come to the wrong place.” A hint of disgust flashed in the old woman’s slightly cloudy eyes. Although it was quick, it did not escape Shang Ziming’s notice.
Shang Zimu's eyes seemed to be deep in thought.
"How could that be? We've already checked, this is the place, there's no mistake. Ma'am, please think about it again. We came here specifically to visit Dr. Hua..."
"Haozi, stop talking." Shang Ziming stopped his incessant chatter and said to the old lady again, "Auntie, sorry to bother you, cough cough."
"Let's go."
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