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Original Stories of “Doctor Cang”
CHAPTER 2 THE MACHINE
Scene 1:
My guard was on as I crossed my arms, staring at her and said:
“Listen, kid. I know young girls in your age are easily overwhelmed with a relationship，being dumped, losing virgin and unpredictable period which may even turn out to be pregnant, by accident of course. But none of these has anything to do with MY SHOP. This shop is a liquor retail store. No drugs, no soda, no condom nor any other stuff but simply alcohol. So if you’re looking for a transmigration machine, I suggest you to go ask your Daoist friends who really know about the transport to some wicked-wicked wonderland with a very open immigration policy. That’s what I call transmigration!”
I stopped for a second, well two seconds. Then I addressed:
“Now get out. My shop is rated PG-18，and what a regret that you’re only 16. NOT ALLOWED.”
I was done, waiting for her to move. But instead, she stood still and asked:
“Are you a Doctor?”
Now she just gave me that look as if I were a liar.
“Of course, yeah, I’m a Doctor.” I said, with proud.
“Really? A Doctor of what?” She even started to judge me now.
I had to cross my arms again, thinking while explained to her:
“Well…I study human behavior, by observing their activities and reaction in a socio pattern connected with…”
“Aezo said you watch porns.” She interrupted, in a very rude way.
F**K!
I sat still, elbows on desk, pointing at her. Just when I was about to argue, but given it a second thought, I suddenly realized something:
“Wait…did you just say ‘Aezo’?”
By no mistake, there was only one of a kind called Aezo. The dumb boy worked in my store. He came up with this stupid name after two champions in League of Legends, Ezreal and Ekko. So he called himself Aezreak, a bloody jackass name. Later on he changed it to a short version, Aezo, for not being so jackass.
“He is my classmate.” She explained.
“So he told you about the transmigration machine, right?” I checked.
“So there is one, isn’t it?”
I was amused, smiling and correcting her guess:
“It’s not a machine, not even a bit of it, you idiots…”
“So there is one! You just admit it!” She was so hurried, not waiting for another second. Then I saw her smashing my desk with a brick-thick of cash!
Holy shit!
Before I realized, she just rushed through and made her way to upstairs, stepping on the stairway with heavy noise.
Immediately, I stood up, after her and yelled, not forgetting to grab the cash on desk.
“Wait! You stop! That’s for VIP client only!”
Then her voice traveled back from upstairs: “I don’t care! I’m running out of time! They are here!”
I was hesitated for a second, questioned: who are “they”?
Scene 2:
I made my way quickly to upstairs, finding her close to the window, looking out, seemed scared.
I came up to her, looking out as she did. That was when I saw a fancy new model of BMW 7 series that happened to stop in front of my store.
4 doors open, the driver and other 3 passengers all got off. They looked exactly the same like those mafias in a gangster movie, dark sunglasses, tide straight suit, oxford shoes.
“Please don’t let them find me!” She suddenly grasped my arm, begging me for not turn her in.
“Please! Please! Please…don’t…” she almost cried, shaken while struggling.
“Leave it to me.” I said, with calm.
But she was too scared to let me go, fingernails like daggers stabbing into my skin. Jeez, a female could be so powerful when she caught a man.
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But I had to go. I heard the ring bell when they walked in.
“Stay here.” I said, then giving her a little touch with my fingertip.
By just touching her hand, a sparkle of my power leaked out on my fingertip, like an electrical shock, but harmless.
I struck her hands off, leaving her in a shock look, and went downstairs.
（To be continued…）
Billhallow first of all, thx a lot man. As far as I know, Qidian does not hav such service that allows users to create an original novel base. They only recruit translators for the time being. But Im totally cool with it. Forum works for me lol
CHAPTER 3 THE DOCTOR
Scene 1:
I led my way downstairs. That was when the four men in black found me and gave me a “hey-watch out” look, as if I were falling down on my stairs.
Honestly, I did not understand why they were just staring at me like I was totally alien. I thought I would not have to remind them of this liquor shop, alcohol only.
I came up to my front desk, facing these men, and said:
“Hey sir, how can I help you?”
But no response, in silence for a few seconds, long enough to make me feel awkward, then someone among the four finally spoke:
“Who are you?”
Who am I? What a f**king idiot would ask like that? They came all the way to my shop, stepping in like the agents in Matrix, full guard on, making it such a high profile, just to ask me who I am? Not even the sheriff would come up with such a stupid question.
“Well, I’m a liquor retailer as you can see, or not see, if you just keep that goggles on forever. Is it really memory loss resistant?” I said, without mocking. I swore.
“What are you doing upstairs?” Then he questioned, with a f**king poker-faced look that made me want to punch it.
“I was eating. Definitely not in front of my customer, because of my personal preference of spicy food like garlic, Chinese onion, jalapeño and curry, my breath was like, errrr... so I eat upstairs, always.” I totally made it up, just to see how he will respond.
“She’s here.” But one of the other guys seemed to figure it out. He was looking at his cell like it was a GPS tracking for signal.
Then they had a cross look at each other for a second, after which the guy spoke with me suddenly moved, making his way toward me like a furious bull. Before I was able to move, he caught me and locked my neck, forcing me to choke.
Face to face, he said: “Listen, you motherfucker. I’m gonna kick your f**king ass right after I finish this job. You have no idea who the hell you’re dealing with.”
Meanwhile, the guy with GPS headed to stairway, followed by the other two.
That was when I decided not to hold back anymore.
“Well…okay, okay…I…I change my mind…you know previously when you asked me who I am, I lied…I’m not a liquor retailer, actually…”
By seeing through the dark shade on his sunglasses, I found his eyes getting wide open as my eyes turned scarlet, like a blood-moon reflected on the dark shade.
“I’m a Doctor, you son of a bitch.”
Scene 2:
Finally I was pissed off. My anger growing fast as my eyes turned scarlet. That happened every time when I was gonna use my power. So before this bastard could even figure out what he was facing, I suddenly struck him with a punch right on the stomach. By unleashing the power of thunder, my fist was sparkling while I hit him with a pulse like lightning bolt. Only the bolt was in red.
Then he was totally f**ked up, high jump in the air by force, and bounced to the ceiling with a sound of crash. I wondered whether it was his back or head hitting the ceiling first that made such a noise. But who cared? So much worse for him was even better for me.
The other three were just about to reach the stairs when the crash to be heard.
They stopped, all in a shock when they turned around, only to find their fellow being dropped on ground, passed out.
“Now you guys look so much better than Agent Smith. So tell me who wanna go first?” I joked, for being funny.