Dreamland Guide

It was late at night in the Pacific time zone of the United States when the event at the Wallis Annenberg Center for the Performing Arts ended. The cheerful laughter of the lovers who just returned from the Hollywood Bowl filled the streets of Los Angeles, and in the dark corners, you can always see shaky drunks and heavily makeup prostitutes.

This is a time of romance and sordid coexistence. It is the best time for a lover’s tryst and a drug dealer deal.

After leaving Beverly Hills, Hou Biao stared nervously at the road ahead, listening to the safety warning from the earphones.

A drunk rushed out and rushed onto the front of the Cadillac driven by Hou Biao. Hou Biao did not brake, and always firmly grasped the steering wheel with both hands. The head of the car slammed the drunk away, and the body of the car only quaked slightly, and it continued to move forward steadily.

Two men in black rushed out of the night and dragged the drunk man who had been hit by the car on the side of the road into the shadow on the corner of the street. This is the person sent by the Los Angeles gang. Without them, Hou Biao would never have had such an easy journey.

Mei Yiqiu was indeed tired, and when he returned to the presidential suite of the Hilton Hotel, he soaked himself in the jacuzzi. The scent of roses reminded him of his pipe. He miscalculated the comfort of the bathtub in the presidential suite and thought he would go out soon, so the pipe was placed on the table outside.

He heard the knock on the door, Mei Ziqing shouted outside the door: "Professor, how are you?"

"I'm fine!" said the professor lazily, "I just miss my pipe a little bit!"

Before long, Mei Ziqing pushed open the bathroom door, came in with the pipe that had been refilled with shredded tobacco, put the match and pipe on the table next to the bathtub, and smiled:

"I thought you were asleep! You have never taken such a long bath before!"

When Mei Yiqiu saw the pipe, she was refreshed, dried her hands with a towel, put the pipe in her mouth, and said:

"It's so lacking! It's never been so lacking. The thoughts of these rich people and politicians are more elusive than the position of electronics!"

The professor struck a match, put the flame into the pipe mouth, and took a pleasant sip.

Mei Ziqing walked behind the professor, squatted down, put her hands on his shoulders, and kneaded gently.

The professor snorted and exhaled a long white smoke: "Comfortable!" I don't know if he said that the cigarette is comfortable, or Mei Ziqing is comfortable.

Mei Ziqing smiled and said: "Teacher, get up, I will help you press it, it is indeed too lacking!"

"Oh?" Mei Yiqiu suddenly remembered that this was her student, not the masseur she had invited, and waved her hand quickly, "Forget it, forget it, you're tired, no need."

"Teacher, do you think my technique is unprofessional?"

"No, your hands shouldn't be used for this."

"But you are my teacher. It is an honor for the students to do things for the teacher. As long as the teacher wants, the students can do anything..."

Mei Yiqiu suddenly interrupted her rudely: "Don't say it, no matter who I am, you shouldn't do this with your hand! The hand of a scientist is precious, noble, and irreplaceable! You should use it to hold it. Live in the stars, move atoms, and disperse the dark clouds in the universe, not to massage a bad old man!"

Mei Ziqing had never seen a professor so harsh, and she was frightened at a loss: "Professor...I..."

Mei Yiqiu waved his hand: "I may be really too tired... you go out first." He felt that his shoulders were indeed a little sore, so he added, "If you want to give me a massage, find a professional person. Oh, it’s better to be a man. Also, it’s better to know a little bit of Chinese medicine, oh, it’s better to be cupping, I might smoke too much!"

Mei Ziqing asked incomprehensibly: "What does smoking have to do with cupping?"

Mei Yiqiu said: "The lungs control the fur, and cupping can clear the turbidity of the lungs... Oh, you don’t need to understand this. You have to specialize in surgery. Don’t learn from me as an old man. I have to learn a little bit of everything. If I specialize in one item. ,maybe……"

He glanced at the ceiling, sighed, and stopped talking.

Mei Ziqing left. Not long after, Hou Biao came in and asked, "Professor, did you call the doctor?"

"Doctor? Oh, yes, did you come so soon?" Mei Yiqiu felt that she had been soaking for a long time, so she got up from the bathtub, put on her bathrobe, and asked, "It's a man and a woman. Do you know cupping and acupuncture?"

Hou Biao said: "Man, I don't know if he will be cupping. I need to verify his origin to ensure your safety."

Mei Yiqiu said, "Don't be so nervous, you just stand by the side, I just want to have a massage, and then a cupping."

Hou Biao said: "Professor, you can't let your guard down. Today's exhibition is obviously a conspiracy. Why don't you let me check them?"

Mei Yiqiu has heard Hou Biao talk about what he encountered at the exhibition: "There is nothing to check, these paintings are Ronald Cohen's private collection. Since Cohen does not show up, naturally he has taken precautions. We don't need to talk to them. Hard knocks in the front, it is easy to fall into passiveness. Aoki and Professor Su are not there, our strength is too weak, you, me, Ziqing..."

Hou Biao said: "There are also people from the Los Angeles Chinese Gang."

"Oh yes, I should thank them." Mei Yiqiu got dressed and walked out of the bathroom. "You can arrange for me. Before I go back, I'm going to visit Mr. Wolfe. Oh, listen. Say he is unwell, then see his son laughing at Wolf."

Hou Biao took down the professor's instructions, then helped him open the door and accompanied the professor to the bedroom, where Mei Ziqing was waiting.

At this time, the voice of the subordinate came from the headset: "The person has been verified, the background is okay."

Hou Biao nodded to Mei Ziqing, and Mei Ziqing asked the professor, "Should I invite that Chinese doctor in now?"

Mei Yiqiu said, "Okay, let him in. Oh, how did you find him so quickly?"

Mei Ziqing said: "My friend in Los Angeles recommended ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Although he is Japanese, he likes Chinese medicine very much, and he often does massage and acupuncture."

Mei Yiqiu nodded and said, "I hope your Japanese friend and I have the same understanding of Chinese medicine."

Mei Ziqing smiled and said, "You'll know if you try."

After she finished speaking, she went out and brought in the doctor waiting outside in the living room.

This man was thirty or forty years old, and he stood there smiling when he walked in. From the wind and frost on his face, he could tell that he was an experienced person. His hair is very short, and a few hints of whiteness can be seen on the temples. Wearing a crisp cashmere windbreaker and a clean scarf around his neck, he looks very energetic and friendly on the whole, giving people a sense of stability and trust.

He said: "Hello, Professor, I have been admiring your name for a long time!"

Mei Yiqiu said, "Fortunately to meet, where did you learn Chinese medicine? What will you do?"

The man said: "Sir, I'm self-taught."

"Self-taught?" The professor was a little surprised, but he also admired it. "Very few people are willing to admit that they are self-taught. They usually say that they are inherited from a famous old Chinese doctor, or simply ancestral."

"Yes, sir." The man's answer was simple, as reliable as his appearance.

"Then what did you do, why did you study Chinese medicine?"

"I am a surgeon and graduated from Erasmus University in Rotterdam. I studied Chinese medicine to verify that different methods and concepts have the same goal in scientific practice."

"What about the effect?"

"Very good, sir."

"Well, my instinct tells me that you are more reliable than those who claim to have practiced medicine for generations and rejuvenate." Mei Yiqiu knocked on the pipe. "What's your name?"

"My name is Huang Liang, sir."