I was driving and talking on the phone.

Anyway, without the American police, they shouldn't be able to arrest me.

The phone rang several times.

"Hello." The other party took it.

Me: "Hello, who are you?" (No, I call someone, I ask who it is.) ）

"I, Dr. White."

"Oh, White, right, that, do you remember me?"

"You are?"

"Tsk, you forgot, Beaver Hills, big house, party."

"Ah...... Come to think of it, you're J, it's J, right? ”

I said, "Yes, that's right. ”

"What's the matter?"

Me: "I have a toothache, I want to see you, you give me your address." ”

"Okay, no problem, you make a note." White gave an address.

I went through it all over my head. I said, "You're close to your Mexican brothers." ”

White was honest: "It's not close, I'm in a Mexican neighborhood, the house here is cheap, besides, it's more convenient to practice medicine or something." ”

I said, "Okay, I'll go over here." ”

Lao Mo's territory, this White, put aside Lao Mo's territory, what kind of state is he?

I feel that this goods are not guaranteed, and he is also a gangster doctor.

There are many such doctors in the United States, especially in this kind of intertwined territory of the black forces. Brothers from five continents and four oceans, in order to make a living, gathered in Los Angeles, and it was inevitable that they would be a little unpleasant to the eye, small friction, and in addition, Lao Mei was here, and it was very easy to get it.

So.

Gunshot wounds or something, go to a regular clinic, the hospital is at risk.

Just find a black doctor, treat it, and then, hello and him, everyone is fine.

Drive on the main road.

I'm very happy.

I opened the window, blew a little wind, turned on the radio, and listened to Linkin Park on the radio.

All the way, at a rapid pace.

Whoosh!

Squeak, it's in place.

It's almost dawn.

It was in the darkest time before the dawn.

White's apartment building is relatively old and very dilapidated, but there is a gate at all, push the door in, and there is a small duty room in front of it, and the lights are on inside, and an old man, holding a big cat in his arms, is sleeping there.

The cat opens its eyes.

He opened his mouth and meowed at me, and then lowered his head to death.

I went straight upstairs.

to the third floor.

Room 311.

An iron sign hung at the door, and on the top, it was written in English: 'White Private Polyclinic.' ’

Isn't your sister a dentist?

How did it become comprehensive again?

This kid. Dare is also an abnormal medical product!

I stood in the doorway, imagining the White guy, dressed in pajamas, rubbing his eyes, not waking up. I smiled and knocked lightly on the door three times.

There was no reaction at all.

So, I knocked three more times.

This time, I felt the cat's eyes go dark.

Then, the door opens.

What a warm occasion.

The muzzles of the three black holes were pointed straight at my brother's little head.

I'm ...... now

Actually, what I'm really trying to say is that someone has a gun to the head. The first time I was afraid, the second time I was afraid, the third time I was not afraid, and in the end, for example, I am at this stage now.

It's basically like meeting an acquaintance on the road, and then, hello, hi, it's almost.

This is a kind of etiquette for the gangsters, a kind of greeting.

We, ordinary people, have to learn to accept slowly when dealing with them.

So, this etiquette, next, what to do.

First, you should smile with the kindness of a child, then raise your hands above your head, then calmly look at the eyes behind the muzzle, and finally, say hello.

"Hello!" I say.

"Hah, you poop!" The lead Mexican brother, unceremoniously, pulled me in.

I went into the house, and when I saw it, it was divided into two parts.

Partly, it's a messy clinic dress.

Another part.

Uh, your sister, what are all that, what are the dry grass leaves that they are fiddling with on the table?

Oh, got it.

Hemp!

In the hall, at one end, a large table was set up, and there were three middle-aged women, leading two little boys, hand and foot neatly into small plastic bags, packing marijuana.

It's hard work, it's hard work!

I said yes and looked at the other side.

On the other side of the living room is White's office.

In the current consultation room, on the big chair used to fix people's teeth, there was a half-dead man covered in blood, and White looked depressed, standing next to him, taking tweezers or something, but he didn't seem to know where to start.

Behind him were two more guns, the muzzles of which were pointed at White's head.

Remove these.

In the living room, where the two parts meet, there is a broken sofa, and on the sofa, a middle-aged Mexican uncle in his forties is curled up wearing only big trousers.

This uncle, holding a homemade linen tool in his hand, was calm and comfortable if there was no one around, squinting and spitting clouds and fog, so unhappy.

The atmosphere, to be honest, is quite harmonious.

Work work, sniffing hemp, scaring people with guns, full-time with guns. Those who wait for death, on the chair, wait for death in peace.

There are also doctors, who are attentive and save lives.

White saw me, "Hi J, I have a minor operation here. ”

I laughed, "Not busy, not busy." ”

Turning my head again, I said to three Mexican brothers who were pointing guns at me, "I'm here to see a doctor, I have a toothache?" ”

One of the Mexican brothers, with a wave of gun: "Platoon! ”

I said, "Understood." ”

Walking over, looking around, there is no chair, no way, will sit on the armrest of the sofa, with the old smoker, crowded.

The old smoker looked up, looked at me, handed me the numbing tool, and smiled: "Take a sip, it's very comfortable." ”

I shook my head.

The old smoker gave me a blank look, and continued.

I sat back and waited, and then I watched White say to the man behind him with a gun pointed at him, "This one, I really can't do it." You'd better be sent to a big hospital, you see, it's going to hit the shotguns, and the face or something, it's all rotten, it's ...... This man is going to hang. ”

The other party raised his head and fiercely said, "Doctor, please, do your best." ”

I wiped it off, with a murderous tone, did I ask for a doctor? Have it?

At this time, I sneaked a glance twice, I was afraid of meeting acquaintances, these are all Mexican brothers, in case, I met the friend who made me put together last time and threw it on the edge of the broken apartment, I wouldn't be miserable.

Take a turn, but fortunately there are no acquaintances.

At this point, beads of sweat began to form on White's face.

"This, it's hard to get, this, I suspect, internal organs...... This ......"

I raised my voice, "Is White in trouble?" ”

Swish!

Five guns, all aimed at me.

I threw my hands up and smiled, "I'm a doctor, a doctor, really, a doctor." ”

White's eyes lit up: "Yes, yes, he's a doctor, he's really a doctor!" He's a doctor, just like me. ”

Brother Mexican wondered.

Then, he took the gun and measured it, and motioned for me to come over.

I walked over.

White looked down at me and said, "J, I'm sorry, they just came." You're here. I didn't even have time to call you. ”

I said, "It's okay, let's look at the patient first." ”

Both bowed their heads, then rested their cheeks in silence.

This buddy, he should have been shot twice, but it is estimated that he was shot from a long distance, otherwise......

Otherwise, first of all, his head would have to explode. But now, he just has unclear facial features, a rotten nose, a mouth, and eyes. And, one of the eye sockets cracked, and the eyeballs drooped down.

Secondly, if he had been shot at close range, his stomach would have exploded long ago. But now, only in the stomach belly, a dense, probably, more than a dozen small holes have been found.

White, covering his eyes with his hands: "J, this stomach, I don't dare to look at it, it's too dense." I have a fear of dense objects. ”

I turned his head over and said, "No, you can be a nurse." ”

White agreed.

I looked closely at the big brother in the chair again.

This big brother is not dead.

His strong heart was still beating, and his chest, which was covered with big heart hairs, was still moving up and down with ups and downs.

It's tough!

It's like a big beast!

I let go of my shoulders and raised my mouth and shook my throat: "Raid the house, start work!" ”

Well, five guns.

I gave them a blank look: "Surgery, surgery!" ”

The muzzle fell.

Rush, wash, cut clothes, and then stuff the eyeballs, fortunately the eyeballs are not broken, they are still intact, sew the eye sockets, pull the shotgun, and then stitch and stitch ......

Then, the stomach is cut open.

Ouch, it's a big life, this didn't hit the stomach, if it went in, the stomach ruptured, the stomach acid came out, and it didn't take a while, and the bird was killed immediately.

Pull the shotgun.

Debridement, sutures.

Hey, that's it.

No......

White pointed to the pair of hairy feet and said, "There is a gunshot abrasion on the ankle, a few days ago, it has not been treated, and it is suppurated." ”

Oh, this one is no problem.

Cut open the pants, I'll go, this guy, really swollen, infected this is.

Take a knife, remove the dead meat, disinfectant, and flush it.

This time, the one in the chair woke up, ached, and screamed.

Hearing his call, his subordinates hurriedly stretched out his hand, snatched the drug tool from the old smoker on the sofa, brought it to the boss's mouth, took a few puffs, and floated.

Let's move on!

After going on for a while, I felt like something was wrong.

Gun abrasions, a few days ago, above the ankles, calf......

Suspicious, I turned my head to look at the person on the bed.

The one, half-awake, with one eye, which is not good at the moment, was resting that eye, staring at me, trying to speak, but unfortunately, half of his lips were gone, and he could not make a sound.

It turned out to be him!

Oh my goodness! It's really not that the enemies don't get together! We actually left it here, and we ran into it.

I didn't see it, and grinned.

Keep working.

Lively, debridement, suturing, bandaging.

When it was done, I said to the patient's family, "All the bullets have been taken, one is a lot, and one is not many." Also, during this time, go back and give him some antibiotics, that White, you prescribe a prescription, let them go to the pharmacy and buy it. ”

White took a pen and paper, waved his pen to prescribe a prescription, and then signed his name and stamped his own seal on the back.

The patient's family nodded in satisfaction, and then reached out and shoved White with a knife.

Then, moving forward, he carried the boss in the chair, turned and left.

Boss, put aside one eyeball, stared at me deadly, and didn't say a word.

Yes, he couldn't speak, and his arms and other things didn't seem to be very good, and he raised his hand to hit me, but halfway through, he fell down again.

Send these evil gods away!

White wiped his sweat and thanked me.

I didn't say anything, because, in my heart, just this boss and his Mexican brothers, as well as White's classmates, these few elements, I was brewing, a small plan.