382 Underground Doctors

"Move him to the car and go to my restaurant, which should be closed for Halloween. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½ā€

Xu Xiaoxiao and Qin Guan spread their white coats on the ground, one person and one head, and used this as a stretcher, dragging Han Cook's wine in the direction of the car, while dragging Qin Guan and instructing Cong Nianwei: "Do you go home first, or come with me?" ā€

Cong Nianwei bit her lip, a little worried: "Let's go together, I'll just stay next to me and don't speak." ā€

The two nodded, and Cong Nianwei got in the car in advance and opened the door as wide as possible.

Who knows the quality of this white coat, it is really not a choice of conscience, if MADEINCHINA does not have such a problem, the coat in this hospital will never be broken if a person lies on it.

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

Han boiled wine was originally lying on top of the coat, but this tear was directly on the ground, and it was called a strong one.

Uh-huh! Bang!

Xu Xiaoxiao bared his teeth, regardless of the other party's injury, taking advantage of the other party's coma, two or three dragged him into the car.

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

The Halloween carnival everywhere is not very enthusiastic here, and the fluorescent ghost forest adds some ghostly atmosphere here.

A luxury version of a Rolls-Royce, a fat sheep passerby who does not belong to this city at first glance, should make the charm of this neighborhood eager to try.

But the car traveled a full two blocks, and this should be the place where the local black gang belongs, and usually a luxury car like this will pass through, and this group of black people will definitely rush out and pluck their feathers.

But now it is eerily quiet, Xu Xiaoxiao looked at this street with a serious expression, out of his understanding of New York, even if no one robbed his car on this road, at least a few cynical gang members would run over and gesture their middle fingers to the car.

But now here, there's nothing......

Qin looked out the window, and he was keenly observant, and he found a few people lying motionless on their stomachs in the corners of several houses, and only the clothes of these people could be seen in the car window, or the edge of their shirts, or a foot wearing shoes.

However, Qin Guan, who did not want to do much, remained silent, this is not China after all.

It was only a few minutes before the destination was reached, and the car turned a corner, and the back doors of the Chinatown restaurants were fully open, and the long old dining tables were now spread out.

The white disposable medical sheets are neatly stacked on the table, and the external emergency kit is quietly opened on the iron shelf next to it, showing the professionalism of the medical staff with a complete set of equipment.

"What's the matter? I'm so expensive, that stingy dad hasn't used me once. ā€

Sitting on a chair was a young Asian man with coquettish curly hair, a clean gown, and a half-drooping mask over 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 employees over there had already moved the bloody Han boiled wine to the sheets.

"Oops! I'll take a look first, and we'll talk about the price..."

A few large scissors cut the whole body of Han Boiled Wine without any mud and water.

"I said. There's no need to cut the pants too... There's a girl here..."

Qin Guan blocked Cong Nianwei behind him, for fear of soiling his girlfriend's eyes.

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

However, when Zhou Jingtao's gaze suddenly fell behind Qin Guan, his eyes suddenly burned and glowed.

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

"Oh! Beautiful girl, it's my greatest sin to let you see such filthy human beings, quick, pull the plastic curtain over next to you. ā€

Zhou Jingtao's eyes were like X-rays in the direction of Cong Nianwei, up and down, scaring Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei.

"Oh! Oh my God! My beautiful Oriental girl, your foot hurts, oops, how can it be so bad! ā€

As he spoke, he was about to take off his mask and walk in the direction of Cong Nianwei: "No, the young lady here needs my help even more..."

You are talking nonsense with your eyes open, and your medical professor gave you the spirit of saving lives and helping the wounded, are they all fed to pigs?

Suddenly, Han Zhujiu, who was lying on the sheets, opened his eyes, and he grabbed Zhou Jingtao, who was about to leave: "If you don't help again, then just pinch your neck!" ā€

The sinuous and hideous Buddha twisted the Buddha seal of compassion on the chest of Han Boiled Wine, and the descending tiger on his arm was as powerful as the Han Boiled Wine at this time.

Zhou Jingtao, a well-informed black doctor, doesn't take the threat of a gangster with tattoos to heart at all.

"Do you believe it that you will go to Hades with a knife and go down? Heh....uh... Big brother, where do you hurt? Was it shot? I'll heal you right away, I'm the one who likes to help the wounded the most. ā€

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

The Black Star Society, or the leader, this shining black Big Dipper tattoo on the chest, means that lying on the table is the most fierce gangster of the Chinese in New York, there is no one, the Black Star Society.

This Chinese group composed of special forces and retired soldiers from Chinese mainland helped each other, but in just two years, it replaced the original Hongmen territory in New York and took firm roots in Chinatown.

If you don't agree with each other, you will destroy the whole family, this is the standard of the Black Star, you may be used to seeing the cruelty of war, but whoever offends them will not be left alive.

This is also the reason why Zhou Jingtao is really afraid, this is a group of crazy people, and there is no reason to speak of it.

The rest of the things are naturally much simpler, Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei sat honestly on the small bench in the restaurant, looking at the transparent plastic sheet, Zhou Jingtao was busy flying up and down.

If there is a knowledgeable person inside, you will be surprised by the hand speed and accuracy of this Asian black doctor, and when the degradable sutures are perfectly knotted by Zhou Jingtao, the wound treatment of Han Boiled Wine will be completed.

Fortunately, there were no bullets or penetrations in the wounds, most of them were abrasions and sharp weapon wounds, otherwise the price of buying an emergency blood pack on the black market alone would have allowed Han Boiled Wine to drink a pot.

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

"How much?"

"The old rule, 50,000 in cash!"

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