Closer to 40 than 37.5
A few days ago, the two friends Fei Zhu and Xiao Hu went on a train journey to Chongqing to visit the Chinese Traditional Doctor Baba Xiao Hu and his wife. The expected 4.5 hour Chinese time journey took almost 6 western hours, but the hardseat would be pretty comfortable if it wasn’t for some bendan people who apparently don’t understand no smoking signs. The carriage was filled with smoke and Fei Zhu’s sweater was screaming for the washing machine.
Around 9pm the two friends finally arrived at Dr Baba’s small clinic and they headed out for some Chicken Pot right before the restaurant closed. Your dear friend ordered some rice and Dr Baba tried to get the flying pig drunk by doing ganbei’s all the time. But the beer was to weak, so the Fei Zhu pretended to feel a bit tipsy, since he is indeed a very polite Pig.
The next day, Mama Xiao Hu cooked some delicious Chinese food and once again Fei Zhu was flying. In the afternoon, the two friends went downtown to have a look at the Yangtze River. While Fei Zhu was teaching the Xiao Hu how to dance, Xiao Hu catched somebody’s spit with her paw and the two friends went running for a bottle of water to wash the spit of the paw.
After the exhausting journey downtown the two friends decided to go back to the clinic. At the dinner Dr Baba asked many tricky questions and tried to get your dear friend drunk once again. This time using some Chinese wine mixed with medicine. He was partly successful, but the Fei Zhu pretended not to be drunk, since he is indeed a very polite Pig.
The following day the two friends took the train back to Chengdu and the expected 4.5 hour Chinese Time journey took 4.2 western hours. To celebrate the reluctant acceptance, they ate some spicy vegetables (a famous Sichuan dish).
The following day the Fei Zhu was supposed to continue to work on his javascript project. But suddenly he started to feel ill and after checking the temperature, Xiao Hu convinced him to go to the hospital. The hospital Doctor wanted to check his blood, but Fei Zhu refused and said he only catched a minor cold. But apparently a 39 degree Celsius fever is not to be taken lightly in Zhongguo. So the doctor wanted to give yours truly a shot. The cost was not a problem for the Zhu (3.3 kuai qian) but the embarrassment is something that the Zhu will find hard to forget. The hospital nurse forced the Zhu to lie down on a bed and expose his behind to the rest of the world, including two older people lying in the bed next to the Zhu. The shot went in to the pig’s behind, while the Xiao Hu laughed.
Afterwards the two friends went to buy some medicine. After taking the yellow pills, your dear friend started to feel bad in the stomach and fart a lot. The fever was still there and by morning the Fei Zhu was shitting water. The stomach started to hurt more and more and the two friends finally came to an agreement that the flying pig should stop swallowing the yellow pills. Instead they headed for the pharmacy to buy western medicine instead of going for the Chinese Traditional Yellow Pills. After some more shitting that evening, the pig stomach started to feel better and at night the pig was sweating like a pig. After checking the temperature they decided that the pig was back to normal after two days of stomach fever inferno.
Next time the Fei Zhu will remember the golden rule: “I’ve got a fever and the only cure is more cowbell”
