Ever since Qingshan Clinic became popular online, there have always been netizens who want to see her beauty, pretending to be patients and coming to the clinic for treatment. They talk about all sorts of things instead of getting to the point, inquiring about Qingshan's privacy, asking for her phone number, and some even secretly taking photos of her.
Whenever he encountered someone like this, Qingshan would send Yin'er or Uncle De to deal with them and then kick them out of the clinic. Qingshan thought Cheng Liang was also a crazy fan who came to cause trouble, so he put down his brush and stared at him with an unhappy face: "Then what are you doing here?"
"I...I...I just wanted to ask...ask you...um..."
Cheng Liang was squirming in his chair, his face flushed red, not daring to look at Qingshan. Qingshan felt that he was like: "Yin Er, kick him out!"
Yin'er jumped up, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth, and pounced on Cheng Liang, ready to bite his collar and drag him out.
"No, no, no, I'm here to remove the tattoo!"
Cheng Liang was anxious, his adrenaline surging, and he finally shouted out a complete sentence before Yin'er bit his collar. Qingshan waved his hand, and Yin'er lay down again to watch the fun.
Cheng Liang touched the back of his neck and thought to himself, it was a close call. The hot air exhaled from the wolfdog's nose just now blew on his neck. If he had been a second later, he would have suffered a lot!
Qingshan's expression softened as he said, "Tattoo removal? What's going on? Tell me in detail!"
Cheng Liang thought for a moment, unbuttoned his sleeves, rolled up his shirt, and bared his left arm for Qingshan to see. On the inside of Cheng Liang's left forearm was a large blue-black tattoo, barely recognizable as a descending tiger. The coloring and painting technique were ordinary, barely better than a stick figure. The tattoo was quite large, covering the entire inside of his forearm. The tiger's tail trailed two inches above his left wrist, where there was a scar the size of an egg, likely from a burn.
Cheng Liang's expression was gloomy. He said, "Doctor, please don't laugh at me. When I was in junior high school, I was close to some gangsters. I was young and ignorant, so I got a tattoo..."
Qingshan nodded. In the early 1990s, there were no proper tattoo parlors in China. Most tattoo artists were part-time hair salon clerks. They had no proper equipment and no painting skills. It was a rare achievement that this tiger going down the mountain was not tattooed as a dog going downhill.
Cheng Liang continued, "Later, I changed my ways, cut a clear line with those hooligans, worked hard, and was admitted to Capital Normal University. I'm graduating this year and plan to become a teacher. But I participated in several job fairs, and although my resume and written tests passed, I was eliminated at the interview stage. I was puzzled, and then the principal of a private school privately told me that many companies now don't want employees with tattoos. Teachers teach and educate, and they are role models, and they must set an example. Even small tattoos are not allowed, let alone the patterns that cover my arms."
"I went to a cosmetic surgery clinic and wanted to have my tattoo removed with laser. I'm prone to scarring, and the laser burn left a large scar on my arm, even uglier than the tattoo. The doctor suggested peeling off the skin on my forearm and transplanting a similarly sized piece of skin from my back onto my arm. But that's too expensive for me. Seeing other classmates find jobs, I was worried. I saw a post online saying Qingshan Medical Clinic specializes in treating difficult and complicated illnesses, so I... wanted to ask if there was any... lotion that could remove tattoos..."
So that's how it is. This is a Chinese medicine clinic, and tattoo removal is not a routine treatment. No wonder he hesitated at first and didn't know how to start.
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