382 Underground Doctor

"Pick up the car for him and go to my family's restaurant. It's all Halloween and it should be closed at this time."

Xu Xiaoxiao and Qin Guan spread their white coats on the floor, each with a head, and used this as a stretcher to drag Han Zhuojiu towards the car. Me?"

Cong Nianwei bit her lip, a little worried: "Let's go together, I'll just stay by the side and not talk."

The two nodded, and Cong Nianwei got into the car ahead of time and opened the door as wide as possible.

Who knows the quality of this white coat is really not a choice of conscience. If Madeinchina would not have such a problem, the coat in this hospital would never be broken if a person lay on it.

But this is the United States, these clothes are all sex goods, this is not torn... torn...

Han Zhuojiu was originally lying on the gown, but after it was torn, he fell directly on the ground and fell so hard.

uh-huh! boom!

He was originally injured, but this time he fell directly and passed out. Xu Xiaoxiao bared his teeth, and regardless of the opponent's injury, took advantage of the opponent's unconsciousness, dragged him into the car two or three times.

Xu Xiaoxiao in the car made a few phone calls before closing his eyes and recuperating, because if he wanted to take a shortcut, he would naturally pass through the community where Qin Guan was in danger.

The Halloween carnival that is everywhere is not so lively here, and the spooky fluorescent lights add some spooky atmosphere here.

A luxury version of Rolls Royce, at first glance, does not belong to this city's fat sheep passing by, it should make the ghosts and monsters of this block eager to try it.

But the car drove for a full two blocks. This road should belong to the local black gang. Usually, when a luxury car like this passes by, these black people will definitely rush out and pluck their hair.

But now it is eerily quiet, Xu Xiaoxiao looked at this street with a serious expression, because of his understanding of New York, even if no one snatched his car from this road, at least a few cynical people would run over Guild members, just point your middle finger at the inside of the car.

But now here, there is nothing...

Qin looked out of the window. He was keenly observant and found a few people lying motionless at the corners of several houses. Only their clothing, or the hem of their coats, or a shoe could be seen through the car window. feet.

However, Qin Guan, who was unwilling to be troublesome, remained silent. After all, this is not China.

It took only a few minutes to reach the destination, the vehicle turned the corner, the back doors of the restaurants in Chinatown had been fully opened, and the long old dining tables had now been spread out.

The white disposable medical sheets are stacked neatly on the table, and the emergency kit for external use is quietly opened on the iron shelf beside it. The quite complete equipment shows the professionalism of a medical practitioner.

"What's the matter? I'm so expensive, but that stingy old man has never used me once."

Sitting on an Eight Immortals chair was a young Asian man with coquettish curly hair, wearing a clean gown, and a half-drooped mask hanging from his ears.

This should be the best private doctor in New York that Xu Xiaoxiao said.

"Help me save someone..." Xu Xiaoxiao didn't talk too much nonsense, the driver and staff over there had already moved the bloody Han Zhuojiu onto the bed sheet.

"Hey! Let me take a look first, let's talk about the price..."

A few large pairs of scissors cut Han Zhujiu's whole body of clothes cleanly.

"I said there's no need to cut off the underpants, there's a girl here..."

Qin Guan blocked Cong Nianwei behind him, fearing that his girlfriend's eyes would be dirty.

Zhou Jingtao on the side frowned. Although his face was covered by a mask, his impatient eyes showed that Qin Guan dared to question his dissatisfaction.

But when Zhou Jingtao's gaze suddenly fell behind Qin Guan, his eyes suddenly shone brightly.

At this time, Zhou Jingtao didn't care about the wounded under his hands, and even his voice began to tremble.

"Oh! Beautiful girl, it is my worst sin to let you see such filthy human beings. Quickly, pull the plastic curtain over here."

Zhou Jingtao's eyes turned towards Cong Nianwei like X-rays, shooting up and down, startling both Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei.

"Oh! God, oh! My beautiful oriental girl, your foot is hurt, how can it be so bad!"

While talking, she planned to take off her mask and walked towards Cong Nianwei: "No, the lady here needs my help even more..."

You are so open-eyed and talking nonsense, your medical professor gave you the spirit of saving lives and healing the wounded are all fed to pigs?

Suddenly, Han Zhuojiu, who was lying on the bed sheet, opened his eyes. He grabbed Zhou Jingtao who was about to leave: "If you don't help me, then I'll just break your neck!"

The meandering and ferocious Buddha holds the compassionate Buddha seal on Han Zhuojiu's chest, and the descending tiger on his arm is as powerful as Han Zhuojiu at this time.

Zhou Jingtao, a well-informed black doctor, didn't care about the threat of a gangster full of tattoos.

"Believe it or not, you went to see Hades as soon as I went down with the knife? Heh...uh...Brother, where is your pain? Did you get shot? I'll heal you right away. I like helping the wounded the most."

Zhou Jingtao's originally dismissive expression changed his attitude immediately when he saw a tiny tattoo on Han Zhujiu's body.

The Black Star Club is still the leader. The shining black Big Dipper tattoo on his chest means that the person lying on the table is the most ferocious gangster in New York Chinese. There is no one, the Black Star Club.

This mutual help Chinese group composed of special forces and retired soldiers from mainland China has replaced the original Hongmen boundary in New York in just two years, and has firmly established roots in Chinatown.

It is Black Star's standard to destroy people's whole family if they disagree with each other. It may be because they are used to the cruelty of war, but those who offend them will not be left alive.

This is also the reason why Zhou Jingtao is really afraid. This is a group made up of lunatics, and there is no reason at all.

The rest of the matter is naturally much simpler. Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei sat on the small bench in the restaurant obediently, watching Zhou Jingtao flying up and down inside the transparent plastic sheet.

If there are knowledgeable people in it, they will be amazed at the speed and precision of this Asian black doctor. When the degradable suture is perfectly knotted by Zhou Jingtao, the wound treatment for Han Zhuojiu will be completed. up.

Fortunately, there were no bullets or penetrations in the wounds, most of them were bruises and wounds from sharp weapons, otherwise, the price of emergency blood packs on the black market alone could make Han Zhuojiu drink a pot.

Xu Xiaoxiao, who had always been full of confidence, only appeared after the operation. Of course, he still had a thick kraft paper bag in his hand.

"How many?"

"Old rules, fifty thousand in cash!"

"Master, isn't your appearance fee 5,000?" (To be continued.)