There once lived in a small town in China a man named Hok Lee. He was a
steady industrious man, who not only worked hard at his trade, but did
all his own house-work as well, for he had no wife to do it for
him. ‘What an excellent industrious man is this Hok Lee!’ said his
neighbours; ‘how hard he works: he never leaves his house to amuse
himself or to take a holiday as others do!’
But Hok Lee was by no means the virtuous person his neighbours thought
him. True, he worked hard enough by day, but at night, when all
respectable folk were fast asleep, he used to steal out and join a
dangerous band of robbers, who broke into rich people’s houses and
carried off all they could lay hands on.
This state of things went on for some time, and, though a thief was
caught now and then and punished, no suspicion ever fell on Hok Lee, he
was such a very respectable, hard-working man.
Hok Lee had already amassed a good store of money as his share of the
proceeds of these robberies when it happened one morning on going to
market that a neighbour said to him:
‘Why, Hok Lee, what is the matter with your face? One side of it is all
swelled up.’
True enough, Hok Lee’s right cheek was twice the size of his left, and
it soon began to feel very uncomfortable.
‘I will bind up my face,’ said Hok Lee; ‘doubtless the warmth will cure
the swelling.’ But no such thing. Next day it was worse, and day by day
it grew bigger and bigger till it was nearly as large as his head and
became very painful.
Hok Lee was at his wits’ ends what to do. Not only was his cheek
unsightly and painful, but his neighbours began to jeer and make fun of
him, which hurt his feelings very much indeed.
One day, as luck would have it, a travelling doctor came to the town.
He sold not only all kinds of medicine, but also dealt in many strange
charms against witches and evil spirits.
Hok Lee determined to consult him, and asked him into his house.
After the doctor had examined him carefully, he spoke thus: ‘This, O Hok
Lee, is no ordinary swelled face. I strongly suspect you have been doing
some wrong deed which has called down the anger of the spirits on you.
None of my drugs will avail to cure you, but, if you are willing to pay
me handsomely, I can tell you how you may be cured.’
Then Hok Lee and the doctor began to bargain together, and it was a long
time before they could come to terms. However, the doctor got the better
of it in the end, for he was determined not to part with his secret
under a certain price, and Hok Lee had no mind to carry his huge cheek
about with him to the end of his days. So he was obliged to part with
the greater portion of his ill-gotten gains.
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