Private beauty care doctor

I didn't flirt with Xiao Yao'e, or flirt with Vivian.

Nothing else but not allowed.

Guan Feng, Ban Xian, and many other people's situations are unclear!

Although the second uncle didn't say it directly, I could feel the deep worry in his eyes.

My brothers are suffering.

I can't enjoy this blessing.I can't keep this tenderness!

Tan Cun put on a big pajamas, and said with a stunned expression: "Mr. Ji, what time is this, are you sure we have to leave?"

I said, "It's [-]:[-] in the morning, and there's a direct flight to Chongqing at the airport at [-]:[-] in the morning. It's useless to talk, let's go now."

The old man opened his mouth slightly, and said, "Okay, okay, let me change my clothes first."

Next, I went to the room of Yagyu and accountant Yamada, and woke them up one by one.

About half an hour later, we checked out, left the hotel, and took a taxi to the airport.

Before returning to Hong Kong, Vivienne had worked with the mainland public security organs to help me reissue a series of documents related to my identity.Therefore, when I arrived at the airport, I reset Ji Baida's name, bought a plane ticket, and checked in the luggage. In short, after a lot of work.

Finally, I got on this early morning flight.

The plane arrived in Chongqing at about [-]:[-] in the morning.

As soon as I got off the plane, my phone rang.

At first glance, the second uncle is here.

I accept.

"What's the matter, uncle?"

"Guan Feng lost contact."

I asked my second uncle, "How long has it been?"

Second Uncle: "Almost, it's been 48 hours. Besides, he lost contact with me in Lhasa. I originally wanted him to find someone. But now I don't know if he has found someone."

I said, "Who are you looking for?"

Second Uncle: "A guy named 'Little Beijing', he lives in Bajiao Street, and has been in charge of taking people to Medog."

Me: "Okay, I see. I can almost arrive in Lhasa today."

Second Uncle: "Hurry up, Guan Feng is not familiar with the situation in the country, and he is running alone, I'm afraid something will happen to him."

I smiled: "Didn't you walk through Medog before?"

Second Uncle: "Don't mention that! He walked by, but he didn't say who he walked with."

I froze for a moment: "Could it be you?"

Second uncle: "Okay, let's talk about this another day! You can reach Lhasa as fast as possible."

"Ok, received!"

After hanging up the phone, I got up and said to Tan Cun, "Let's go, we'll book a flight to Lhasa right away."

"Ah... my legs, I..."

I winked at Liu Sheng.

The latter understood, stepped forward to support Tanimura, then packed the suitcase, and we went to the ticket gate.

Afternoon, 14:30.

When our plane landed in Lhasa, I helped Gu Cun get off the plane from the cabin.

Tanimura said excitedly: "The snowy plateau is so beautiful! The place I've longed for all my life..."

Ten seconds after saying this, Tanimura was lying on the stretcher.

The airline's ground handling arrangements are very thoughtful, with stretchers and oxygen bags specially prepared for people whose bodies are not adapted to the high-altitude climate.

Tanimura was on oxygen.

At the same time, Yagyu and Yamada also felt very uncomfortable.

We are in the lounge of the airport.

I sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out my hand to caress Tanimura's hand and said, "Mr. Tanimura, listen to my advice, no, you can just buy another ticket and go back."

Tan Cun stared at his eyes, turned his head tremblingly and said: "Mr. Ji, we haven't bought this equipment, we haven't prepared anything, what should we do? How do we go inside? I...I think It’s really dead. I’m going to see my family’s ancestors.”

My heart skipped a beat.

"Well, Mr. Tanimura, if you don't mind, you and Mr. Yamada will find a recuperation place near here to adapt to the high-altitude climate, and then Mr. Yagyu and I will prepare the tools we need for this trip. What do you think? ?'

Tanimura: "Okay, okay, this is pretty good."

After inhaling oxygen for about half an hour, he gave another injection, and then gave the old devil some Rhodiola rosea capsules. The old guy finally returned to normal.

After expressing my thanks to the airport, I took the big backpack, supported the old devil, left the airport, took a taxi, and went straight to the best hotel in Lhasa.

The style of St. Regis is a luxurious Tibetan style.

The price is very expensive, anyway, if it were me, I would rather stay in a youth hostel.However, there is an old devil paying for me, so what am I afraid of, just spend a lot of money.

When we arrived at St. Regis, we asked about the room. We asked for a suite and two standard rooms.

The suite is for the old devil, and someone needs to take care of him. That person is not me, and Yamada is also.

Devil Yamada doesn't talk much, and belongs to the kind of person who is particularly scheming.Moreover, this person looks like an uncle in his 40s, but his body is extraordinarily strong.And, through observation along the way, I found that this person has no accounting rationality.On the contrary, his eyeballs often flicker with a kind of samurai fanaticism and bloodlust.

This product!It's a stubble.

The room was arranged.

It is already night.

I asked Yamada to arrange dinner for the old devil, and I left the hotel with Yagyu, took a taxi at the door, and went straight to Bajiao Street.

In the car, Yagyu asked me in English.

"What are we going to do?"

I said to him, "Yagyu, let me ask you a question, do you want to help Tanimura or me."

Liu Sheng sighed: "Mr. Ji, I have nothing to do. Mr. Tanimura begged me and told me to accompany him and ensure his safety."

I sneered: "Can we guarantee his safety? Brother Yagyu, you are studying kendo, you should be able to see what kind of guy Yamada is."

Liu Sheng: "Well, Mr. Ji, I understand what you mean."

I said: "We are not very clear about Tanimura's intentions, but I need your help now."

Liu Sheng: "Sir, I understand."

In the car dealership, I looked at the street lights and felt very at ease.

Yes, back in China, I have a sense of belonging to find a home, this, let’s talk about it in the local language, is very down-to-earth, I feel that nothing is a big deal.

It's not like the United States, where you always carry your courage and worry about it all day long!

comfortable.

I leaned back on the taxi sofa and felt completely at ease.

The car soon arrived at Bajiao Street.

Pay and get off.

Barkhor Street, also known as Barkhor Street, is the most important commercial street in Lhasa.

Right now, although it is night, many businesses on the street are not closed. In addition, groups of donkey friends, including foreign friends, can be seen along the street, wandering from store to store on the street.

I pulled Yagyu and joined the army of shopping.

But my purpose is not leisure, I want to find someone.Who to look for, Little Beijing.

Guan Feng disappeared on the line of Putting Little Beijing.

The main job of Little Beijing is to be a guide, leading people across Medog.

Such a person, where does he usually appear on Bajiao Street?

I thought about it, and by the way, outdoor goods stores, these places must be able to find out something.

I searched along the street.

Soon, I found one, went in, and asked people if they knew a person named 'Little Beijing', who often took people to the Medog line.

The person inside shook his head, saying he didn't know him.

Well, go ahead, the next one.

That's it, looking from house to house.

When I found the fourth store, the owner also said that he didn't know me. I was disappointed, and when I was about to turn around and leave, suddenly, there was a purple-faced Tibetan boy in the store, who turned around.

"Are you looking for Little Beijing?"

The young man's tone was very unkind.

I smiled: "Yes, we are donkey friends from other places, and we want to find Little Beijing."

Young man: "Why are you looking for him?"

I……

Yes, the attitude of the other party is very horizontal and aggressive.

I thought for a while and said, "I want to ask him to lead the team."

"Where to go?"

I muttered in my heart, this, check the account?Why ask so clearly.

I hesitated for a while, but still said, "I'm looking for Little Beijing, and I'm going to Medog."

Unexpectedly, as soon as the word Motuo was uttered, several people present immediately focused their attention on me.

Ouch, this is not right. Could it be that I have offended someone?

The young man sneered at this moment: "Motuo can't go there, it's blocked."

I said, "Why?"

Young man: "He's dead. A few days ago, he died and disappeared. Several Chinese explorers like you have disappeared, so the place is now closed."

I thought for a while and said, "It's closed, I want to see Little Beijing too."

A smirk appeared on the young man's face: "Okay, I want to see Little Beijing, come with me."

Although, I knew very well in my heart that this Tibetan boy had no good intentions.Even though, the proprietress in the store kept gesturing to me behind the counter, which meant, young man, hurry up and don’t mess with the Tibetans here.

But I don't want to let go of any chance.

Besides, it’s not the first time we’ve come to Tibet. I understand the rules here!

The boy and I came out of this outdoor goods store.Walk straight along Bajiao Street for a while, and then turn into an alley.

In the alley, I saw a light box from a long distance, with Chinese characters written on it, handicrafts, Tibetan knives, dzi beads, agate, jade and other signs.

This should be a small shop.

The young man led us to the door of the store, and then he was not polite and pushed the door open.

Liu Sheng and I followed behind him and went into the shop for a look.

Hehe, I'm drinking now.

In the room, a table was set up, and there were four or five tall Tibetans, shirtless, sitting around and drinking.

Right now, the weather is very cold.

But these few Tibetans didn't feel the cold at all, and there was no fire in the house, so they were half naked, drinking heavily.

The young man entered the room and turned his head to look at me, which meant to let me stand here and not move around casually.

Then, in Tibetan, he spoke a few words to one of the fat Tibetans.

Tibetan, I know a few common expressions.

I can hear him talking, we are looking for Little Beijing!

The fat man muttered something in a Tibetan language that I couldn't understand, probably a local dialect.

Then, he raised his head, and then slowly got up.

Five seconds later, Liu Sheng and I surrounded the Tibetans in the room!