Chapter 690 More money is needed!

"This is how much I drank." Ji Xiang sighed with emotion.

"Little brother, you don't understand. Drinking alcohol may not be a good thing for the body, but for the spirit, wine is the flesh of the gods."

Ji Xiang heard what the strong man said was interesting, not vulgar, but slightly artistic, which was completely opposite to the dragon on his back, so he smiled and asked, "Your wife is very aggressive, isn't it a kiss?"

"That bitch!" the strong man said bitterly.

Ji Xiang wanted to say why he didn't want a divorce, but he swallowed his words again.

Ji Xiang still knows the importance of persuading peace or separation.

"Little brother, do you have something to say?" The strong man looked rough, but his thoughts were extremely delicate. He turned to look at Ji Xiang.

"Don't move, the scales you just aligned are now crooked when you move." Ji Xiang said quickly.

"Oh oh oh, I got it, don't move." The strong man said, "Little brother, do you want to ask me why I don't want a divorce?"

"Hey." Ji Xiang didn't admit it, but he didn't deny it either.

"Let me tell you, I don't have much self-control and I didn't drink much when I was a kid. But when I was studying abroad, I suddenly became depressed in a strange environment."

Depression!

Ji Xiang immediately thought of his recent empathetic experience.

The inner world of patients with mental illness is terrible. They may seem normal, but no one knows what kind of suffering they go through every day.

"Do you think I shouldn't be the kind of person to study abroad?" The strong man laughed, quite proudly.

"Uh, not bad."

"When I studied abroad, there were very few pheasant universities, and academic qualifications were valuable. It's not like now, when you have three melons and two dates at home, you can just go out and get a diploma. But recently, it seems that diplomas are no longer useful. Think about it, how can it be possible when these things are so common?

It still works.”

The sturdy man talks a lot and is very easy-going.

"That's true, where did you study abroad?"

"In the UK, I took the exam myself. Even though I was in the second grade in form and had tattoos when I was young, I was considered a top student."

"Awesome." Ji Xiang began to sew the scales on the strong man's back.

"When I went to study abroad, I was very depressed. I was just acclimated. Later, some classmates held a party, so I tried drinking a few bottles of beer. I felt dizzy, and the feeling of depression disappeared all of a sudden!"

"How should I put it, relax your emotions, enjoy the state of drinking, and the whole person goes from one extreme to the other."

Ji Xiang listened to the strong man telling him about his experience of studying abroad, and his eyes were already a little blurry under the white lights.

Suturing is indeed a small job, but a strong man requires that the scales should be aligned while doing cosmetic sutures. This requirement is simply too much!

Even for Ji Xiang, who can discern every detail, this is a big job.

Mainly because the tattoos last for a long time. From young to mature, strong men have a lot of fat tissue under their skin, which has long squeezed the scales to the point of deformation.

It is quite difficult from theory to practice to align and sew every piece perfectly.

Even Ji Xiang felt it was more difficult than performing surgery on Neymar.

Then there was the strong man talking about his drinking experience, from drinking to fight depression when he was studying abroad, to drinking more and more, almost to the point of alcoholism, and finally getting married.

After getting married, his wife didn't let him drink that much, but there were many social events, so he couldn't help but drink.

All kinds of experiences were recounted like countless treasures, and Ji Xiang felt like a priest, listening to people's confessions.

These are two jobs, so you need to pay extra!

Ji Xiang thought to himself.

Every stitch, be it beauty suture, Ji Xiang did it perfectly.

In more than two hours, he finally restored the broken dragon completely and overcame the interference of the transformation.

Looking at the stitched back, Ji Xiang was quite satisfied.

"Okay, I'll pay you later for tetanus."

"My mother-in-law is also doing it for my own good. If it weren't for her, I would have drunk and froze to death." The strong man finally concluded.

He stood up and looked back several times, but he didn't see it.

Ji Xiang took a photo with his cell phone.

The strong man looked at the photo and was quite satisfied.

"Little brother, your skills are really high! You're awesome! I didn't expect you could sew so well."

"good."

The strong man put on his clothes and went out. At the door, a middle-aged woman in her forties glared at him fiercely, grabbed his ears and pulled him into a corner to scold him like a son.

Ji Xiang looked at the quarrel between the couple and smiled slightly.

"Xiaoji, you've worked hard today." Meng Qingfei said feeling guilty and embarrassed.

"My eyes are a bit blurry, the footlight in our treatment room is too bright." Ji Xiang complained kindly.

"Usually, larger sutures are sent to the inpatient department. Three or five stitches are done in the emergency room. I didn't even notice the brightness of the footlight."

"Teacher Meng, that couple is quite interesting."

Ji Xiang looked at the strong man in the corner who was being lectured by his ears and said.

"Hey." Meng Qingfei smiled.

Ji Xiang briefly told him his life experiences as told by the strong man.

"That's it." Meng Qingfei said, "Speaking of tattoos, I know a girl who is twenty-three or four years old and has a tattoo on her arm. Her parents asked me to introduce her to a boyfriend."

"I chatted with the girl for a while and asked her what she wanted to look for. She said something normal would be fine. Because she had tattoos, it was difficult to find a boyfriend. She also complained that everyone discriminated against tattoos and she was a good girl.

With."

"I asked at the time, why didn't you look for it in your tattoo circle?"

Ji Xiang grinned.

It seemed that Meng Qingfei was not willing to spoil that girl.

Meng Qingfei shrugged, "She never came to see me after that. But if you have a tattoo, just wash it off. Who is still young and frivolous?"

Saying that, Meng Qingfei looked at Ji Xiang.

It seems that the person in front of me has never been there before.

"Tattoos also have different places. There are many explanations for the tattoos on the lower abdomen. A boss mentioned it when he came down for consultation." Meng Qingfei sighed, "I really don't understand what young people are thinking now."

"Small belly, that seems to be a habit in some circles. If you encounter someone, just don't touch them as much as possible." Ji Xiang said.

"I heard from the bosses that when they meet people with tattoos on their lower abdomen or lower waist, they will be very careful. Especially emergency patients, they will be tested for AIDS and syphilis as soon as possible. The probability of being positive is very high, so it is better to be careful."

Ji Xiang didn't know much about this. He just knew that a certain circle would tattoo some weird patterns on the lower abdomen and lower waist, like some kind of ritual.

The couple in the corner had finished their "communication", and the woman came back with the dejected man.

"Doctor, I'm sorry to trouble you." The woman said politely, "Please write down the bill for me, and I'll pay it now."

After saying that, she turned back and glared at the man.

The man is as honest as a little sheep.
Chapter completed!