I went berserk in the movie world

Chapter 10 Don't be nervous, take a deep breath

Song Sheng is preparing to return to his old ways and find a place to fight in underground boxing matches.

However, he was new to the area and didn't yet know where such professions were located.

Such things are not made public, and ordinary people are unlikely to know about them. As for those gangsters, even if they did know, they probably wouldn't tell you easily.

Considering the one-year timeframe of the mission, Song Sheng decided to try a different approach first.

Asking a doctor is worse than asking someone else.

In a place where people make a living by their fists, especially in underground boxing rings, injuries of varying degrees, or even deaths, are bound to occur.

If someone is injured, then there must be someone specifically to treat their injuries.

Such people are unlikely to go to regular medical clinics, partly because regular clinics charge high fees, and partly because they are more likely to attract police officers.

Song Sheng wandered around some of the nearby alleys, not asking about the boxing match, but only asking, "Are there any places nearby that offer bone-setting services, preferably at a low price?"

After searching all afternoon, the only valuable pieces of information I got were two: one was about cheap, unlicensed clinics, most of which were located in Kowloon Walled City.

Due to historical issues, that area is a no-man's-land.

Some qualified doctors from the mainland could only open unlicensed clinics in the Walled City because their licenses were not recognized by the British Hong Kong authorities. Their low fees created a special business chain between the lower classes and some black market operators.

Another thing was that, near dusk, Song Sheng found out about an unlicensed clinic near Sham Shui Po.

Since it was nearby, he went over to take a look.

The clinic was located in a narrow alley, with no sign in front of it, only a faded white curtain hanging at the entrance.

The door was ajar, and Song Sheng pushed it open and went in.

The strong smell of medicinal wine mixed with the bitter taste of some kind of plaster entered my nasal cavity.

The inner room was small. There was a wooden bed against the wall, and some yellowed bottles and jars, as well as bandages and splints, were all piled up in a wooden box.

An elderly man was sitting on the edge of the bed, giving a massage to a shirtless man with a back covered in yaksha tattoos.

Perhaps hearing someone come in, the man who was lying on the bed gasping for breath also stopped.

The old man continued working, glancing at the injured person before asking directly, "What injury?"

Song Sheng touched his head: "The extracranial keratin needs to be removed."

"What?" The old man wondered if he had misheard and turned around.

The man on the bed also looked over, and sneered, "Damn it, you've come to the wrong place. This is a traditional Chinese medicine clinic for treating injuries and sprains. What are you doing here with your extracranial protein removal surgery?!"

That's right, you have to go to a barbershop to get a haircut.

Song Sheng: "Okay, then I'll ask you something."

"..."

"Young man, this is a place to treat injuries, not a teahouse."

Song Sheng took out three yuan from his pocket and placed it on the low table next to him.

Although there were only three pieces, it was enough for an ordinary traditional Chinese medicine practitioner to make two or three house calls. He was only asking about a trivial matter, so this should be enough.

The old man glanced at it but didn't reply.

The man in bed was quite talkative; turning his face away, he said sarcastically, "Tsk tsk, that's a lot of money."

Song Sheng glanced at him, then reached into his pocket and took out two more yuan. He said sincerely, "I'm sorry, I don't have much money right now. I was just asking about a small matter. I will repay you in the future."

The old man was silent for a few seconds, just about to speak.

The man then chimed in, "I thought you'd be asking for a lot, dressed all high and mighty, but what you brought out wasn't even enough for my meal!"

"I was just asking about something trivial," Song Sheng sighed, then turned to the man with curiosity and asked politely, "Boss, your meals are so expensive, are you eating shit?"

The man, who had a smile on his face just a second ago, suddenly sat up from the wooden bed like a beast released from its cage.

The ghost tattoo on his back extends from his shoulders to his chest, and it seems to come alive when he breathes, revealing a ferocious appearance.

The shirtless man walked up to Song Sheng and berated him, "You son of a bitch, what did you just say—"

chi chi-

Before he could finish speaking, the sharp butterfly knife swiftly stabbed twice into the man's stomach, causing him to swallow his last words.

The man's eyes widened suddenly, one hand clutching his stomach in disbelief as he stared at Song Sheng's smiling face, instinctively backing away: "You, you—"

Song Sheng had already neatly closed the butterfly knife in his hand, and as he put it back into his pocket, he gently comforted her:

"Don't be nervous, take a deep breath."

I avoided the vital areas, and if I seek medical attention as soon as possible, I'll only need to lie in bed for a month or two.

"Boss, you've got plenty of money, just treat it as a vacation."

After saying that, right under the nose of the somewhat flustered old man, he took back the five yuan and turned to leave the illegal clinic.

If we can't find the answer here, we'll try somewhere else.

There are plenty of unlicensed clinics in the Walled City; you can't always run into these troublemakers.

However, it's best to change your clothes before going to the walled city.

Wearing a suit and tie is considered somewhat conspicuous at this time, and people are even mistaken for rich people.

Don't you know I'm dirt poor right now?

……

Song Sheng changed into an ordinary black Tang suit with a front opening, along with a pair of comfortable cloth shoes, and then took a stroll through Kowloon Walled City.

The walled city was home to all sorts of people, and although some areas were quite chaotic, there were still distinctions between different floors.

Ordinary residential areas are relatively peaceful, but the places are like mazes.

Due to the influx of a large population in the past two years, residents continue to add buildings, resulting in an astonishing building coverage.

Inside the walled city, the environment was damp and dark.

There are almost no gaps between the buildings, and most areas never see sunlight, so the streets on the ground floor must be lit 24 hours a day.

Water and electricity supply were also problems. The British Hong Kong authorities refused to provide public services, and local wells posed a potential cholera risk. As a result, the water supply for tens of thousands of people in the entire Walled City could only rely on a few public water pipes connected from outside the city.

The electricity source was also unreliable, as it could only be obtained by secretly connecting to the streetlight cables outside the walled city, and power outages were commonplace.

Even so, these resources for daily life had already been firmly controlled by the gang forces.

After entering the walled city, Song Sheng inquired briefly in the residential area and quickly found an unlicensed clinic.

To be more precise, most of the clinics in the Walled City were illegal clinics.

Judging from the tone of the nearby residents, this clinic is quite famous in the area.

Song Sheng climbed the stairs, which were stained with household oil, and when he arrived at the clinic, a burly man in a rough Tang suit immediately came up to him and stopped him, asking, "What are you doing here?"

Song Sheng was slightly surprised: No, even an illegal clinic has a security guard?

Suddenly, a woman's cold voice came from the inner room of the clinic: "Ah Hu, don't disturb Uncle Shui's business."

After hearing this, the burly man politely stepped back.