Chen Zhao looked at the forest on the roadside, then turned to look at Mowgli: "You're not planning to take me to the wilderness and abandon my body in the wilderness, are you?"
"Are you Chinese so fond of random thoughts?"
"No, it seems like this is the case in your American movies and TV series."
"So you can only see it in movies and TV shows." Mowgli rolled his eyes.
After passing the winding road, it was already dark.
At this time, the car stopped.
"Are we here?" Chen Zhao asked.
"No, you can only walk later."
"It's not in the woods, is it?"
"Yes, we can only hide here now."
"Are you sure you have brought enough cash to pay for my consultation?"
"In our line of work, we always prepare several strongholds in advance, and we always prepare enough supplies and cash, just to prepare for this kind of moment."
After walking for more than ten minutes, it was a bit hot in the forest, and Chen Zhao was a little out of breath.
"Would you like me to carry the toolbox for you?"
"No, the guy inside doesn't like others to approach him."
"The guy inside?"
Chen Zhao opened the tool box and Raymond climbed out.
Hiss—
Mowgli took two steps back in fright when he saw this colorful snake.
But it was just a shock. Mowgli looked at Beelzebub, Wanda and Carrie beside him.
"When you go out to practice medicine, do you take your pets with you?"
Mowgli looked at several playful pets. He obviously didn't know that there was an evil existence floating above his head.
"I'm used to it. If I leave them at home and go back the next day, I will contact the decoration company."
"I had a dog before."
"Then what?"
"I was hung on my doorstep by my enemies."
"I thought you would tell a touching story."
"Then I found the enemy that day and hung him at the door of his mother's house."
"..." Chen Zhao decided to change the topic: "Mowgli, you are bald at this age. This is a very bad phenomenon. Do you plan to have a long-term treatment? I can make you grow thick hair again."
"I shaved it off myself, asshole."
"Really? Actually, you don't have to be embarrassed. Baldness is a common disease. It may be hereditary or skin disease. But I think you really need to get it checked out as soon as possible. After all, sometimes baldness is A sign of impotence.”
"I don't need it, my sexual function is very good, you don't need to worry about it."
"Really?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
Mowgli was a little confused. He walked in the forest for more than half an hour and seemed to have almost forgotten about the injury on his abdomen.
Apart from giving him a black potion with unknown ingredients and stitching up his wounds, Chen Zhao seemed to have done nothing else. How could his injuries stabilize so quickly
You know, Mowgli was often injured, and he had a rough idea of the extent of his injuries.
He had suffered minor injuries before, and even with anesthesia, bandaging and treatment by professional doctors, as well as blood transfusions, he would not be able to move freely for several days.
But now, Chen Zhao just gave him a simple treatment, and he no longer felt pain.
This made Mowgli value Chen Zhao a little more. Sometimes, a good doctor can give people like him one more life.
"Just ahead, we'll be there soon."
Not long after, a forest cabin appeared in front of them, with lights on.
"This house looks like it has seen some age."
"This is left by the former hunters and has a history of seventy or eighty years."
"Are you sure no one will come here?"
"Whatever, as long as our enemies can't find it here, it's fine."
Knock knock knock knock—
There was something special about the rhythm of Mowgli's knocking on the door, which was obviously a code they had agreed upon in advance.
The door slowly opened a crack. The man inside took a look outside and then opened the door.
Chen Zhao saw that this was a decadent man in his thirties with messy hair. There were bruises on his face and blood on the left side of his trousers.
"He is the doctor?"
"Um."
Chen Zhao entered the room. There were two other people in the room, one of whom Chen Zhao knew.
It was Mowgli's boss. He was lying on the ground covered with a sheet. He seemed to have fallen asleep, but he was holding a gun in his arms.
Chen Zhao wondered if he would be shot to death while dreaming.
The other one was sitting on the table, eating, but also looking listless.
"Who comes first?" Chen Zhao asked.
"Ah... there's a snake... there's a snake..." The decadent man who opened the door suddenly shouted in horror.
The person eating at the table was so frightened that he took out his gun. The sleeping boss also jumped up and pointed the gun at Chen Zhao.
"This is the second time!!" Chen Zhao looked at the boss angrily.
"Chen, it's you..." The boss put away his gun.
Mowgli slapped the decadent man in the face: "Sanders, don't you think we are not bad enough if you don't startle us?"
Mowgli watched Chen Zhao letting the five-flowered snake crawl around, and asked with some worry: "Chen, you let your pet crawl around, are you sure it won't get lost?"
"If you lose it, he can't lose it."
The decadent man seemed to be very afraid of snakes. After Raymond crawled around on the ground, he avoided him and didn't dare to get close.
But the more scared he became, the closer Raymond got to him.
It's a pity that he is still lame, and his escape was bumpy.
"Okay, Raymond, don't scare him anymore."
Everyone discovered that the snake was actually obedient and no longer harassed the decadent man. Instead, it crawled to the stove and coiled itself into a ball.
It's almost December now, and the temperatures around Los Angeles have begun to drop, especially at night, when they drop below ten degrees.
Chen Zhao looked at the boss: "Are you coming first?"
"No, my injury is not serious. Nesta, you come first."
The man who was eating at the table came over. He looked a little cold and didn't speak.
Chen Zhao looked at Nesta: "Where are you injured?"
Nesta took off her clothes and lay on the ground.
Chen Zhao saw a bloody scar and two holes on his back.
It seemed that he was attacked from behind. His injuries were serious, but not difficult to treat.
None of these wounds hurt the spine or vital parts. Although the wounds looked scary, they were not fatal.
At least if it's treated before infection occurs, it's generally not fatal.
Chen Zhao quickly applied some medicine to his wound. In fact, these medicines did not belong to this world, but were herbs from hell.
Although it is made from plants in hell, it is not harmful to humans.
After applying the medicine, Chen Zhao began to bandage his wound, and the scar was sutured, a total of thirty-five stitches, without Nesta saying a word.
"You will feel itchy at the wound later, but you must not scratch it with your hands. Mowgli, just look at him." Chen Zhao said.
"Don't worry, Nesta is a tough guy." Mowgli said disapprovingly.
"It better be so."
(End of chapter)