"Wu! Oh no! Michael was wounded! Lucy panicked and ran into the [Bullet Bar] and found Wu Liang, who was talking to the bartender.

Hao Hang choked on the hamburger, patted his chest and swallowed it forcefully, Wu Liang poured a big sip of beer to smooth his breath, and then turned back to comfort Lucy: "Calm down!" Calm down first! Where is the injured Michael now? Where is the injury, is it serious? ”

"Just outside in the back of the car, Michael was first knocked out after his arm was broken! It took me a lot of effort to drag him into the car! ”

"Huh!" I can't see it! Sister Lucy's strength is quite strong! Wu Liang asked the blonde bartender, "You have also heard it, let's talk about the statue later." Are there any hospitals nearby? My friend looks like he needs a salvage! ”

"Haha! Hospital? How could there be such a luxury in the port! However, if you need a doctor, there is one in the bar, and hopefully he hasn't drunk so fast today and is still sober! As he spoke, the bartender pointed to the table where the dancer was dancing, and on it sat an old man with gray hair and full of color, his eyes were moving left and right with the key parts of the dancer's constant writhing, and there was a drop of saliva hanging on the corner of his mouth with a lewd smile!

Damn it! How does it look so much like a feather fang after old age! "Why does this guy look so unreliable! Is it really okay for the patient to hand it over to him? Wu Liang's face was full of large question marks, and he asked in surprise.

"Haha! Don't underestimate this guy, although he looks like an ordinary old pervert, this guy has the highest medical skills among the three doctors in the port, of course, if he is not drunk! The bartender laughed and said, waving his hand at the old man with a lewd smile and shouting, "Hey! Doctor, a patient has come to the door! ”

"Suck!" With a bang, the frightened old pervert sucked back the saliva that was about to slip off, wiped the corners of his mouth and glanced left and right in the bar several times with his small triangular eyes, and then scolded: "Little bastard! Trick me again, where did the patient come from! ”

"Lucy, you look at my luggage here, I'll go get Michael in." Couldn't help but put M4 into Lucy's arms, pressed her to his seat, and Wu Liang walked out of the bar.

In the car, Michael was lying crookedly inside, his feet stretched out outside the car and almost reaching the ground, his left forearm bent to the side in a strange shape, and a frightening-looking wound on his head, which was slowly oozing blood.

This guy was beaten up so badly! Grabbing his intact right hand and putting it on his shoulder, he dragged the big black Michael on his shoulder and carried him into the bar like a dead dog.

After entering the door, he put Michael, who was carrying it on his shoulder, on the empty table next to the perverted old man, "Doctor! The patient is coming! Let's help him deal with it first! ”

The old pervert first blinked his cloudy triangular eyes, glanced at Wu Liang and then at Michael, who was lying on the table without any reaction, and suddenly grinned widely, and the strong smell of wine coming out of his mouth almost smoked Wu Liang. "Yellow boy, who will pay for the two of you?"

is still an old bastard with racial discrimination, Wu Liang instantly jumped up several cross-shaped green tendons on his head, and said angrily: "I'll pay the bill, but if it can't be cured, I will only use bullets to pay the bill!" ”

"Roar! Roar! Roar! The young man's temper is not small! If you want me to see a doctor, it's very simple, take 5,000 dollars first! "This scruffy-looking old bastard didn't even check his wounds, and he asked for five thousand dollars to open his mouth.

"Five thousand dollars no! Do you want 5,000 rounds of ammunition? Wu Liang, who was a little angry, subconsciously touched his waist.

A big hand that suddenly stretched out clamped Wu Liang's arm, and when he turned his head, it turned out to be a blonde bartender: "Don't be excited!" The rules of the port are that no guns are allowed under any circumstances, otherwise you and I will not have good fruit to eat! Lucy, who was behind the bartender, also persuaded with a nervous face: "Wu, I'll bear the medical expenses, it's okay to dissipate your anger!" ”

"Doctor, when did you get more racist problems? Isn't it time to pay off the money you owe? It's a total of 1,830 US dollars, and I haven't counted it today! The bartender pulled out a small notebook out of nowhere and put pressure on the old bastard as he banged on the table.

"Doctor, please help! My companion's wound is still bleeding, so let's take care of it first! I'll just bear the medical expenses! Lucy said flatteringly.

"Oh! It's actually the companion of a beautiful little girl! Hehehe! Say! Say! I'll deal with it first, you give two thousand dollars to that muddy boy who is urging his life. Staring at Lucy, who was dressed coolly, the old pervert's two cloudy eyes were shining, and there was an unknown liquid dripping from the corners of his mouth!

Wipe! This old bastard who makes people angry, is so much worse in treatment between men and women? The green tendons on Wu Liang's head jumped out several more.

Lucy took out the bundle of pounds that Wu Liang had given her, counted out twenty, and handed it to the blonde bartender: "Sir, I don't have dollars, this is two thousand pounds, please take it!" ”

"Hey! Hurry up boy, remember to put the extra on my account! Other than that! Give me another bottle of whiskey, the strongest. Hearing that Lucy was giving the bartender pounds, the old pervert instantly turned his head and shouted.

"Got it! Doctor, don't you still take care of the patient? ”

Although the old pervert looked sloppy, he was very nimble, and in a few clicks he reset Michael's obviously deformed left hand. Turning his head, he rummaged through the backpack behind him, took out two rolls of gray bandages, threw them on the side, took a chair that no one had made, and slammed it on the ground a few times, breaking wooden strips all over the floor.

"Hey! Feed! Feed! I said, "Doctor, you're going to wreak havoc!" $200 for a chair is on your account! This is the whiskey you want. Seeing that his chair was smashed, the bartender's face was stinky and he said to the old pervert, "Knock! He slammed the bottle on the table.

"Got it! Bastard, everything is so careful, trouble is dead! Little girl, you can pay this money! He picked two pieces of wood of the right length from the debris on the ground, fixed them, and began to wrap a bandage around Michael's left arm.

"That! Does it matter if the bandage is so dirty? Lucy asked cautiously.

"Huh? It doesn't matter, you can't die if you take more antibiotics! Dealing with Lucy casually, the old pervert deftly tied the bandages on his hands. He pulled off the cork of the whiskey bottle and threw it on the table, tilted his head and took a big sip himself. "Let's go! That's tough! The mouth of the bottle turned, and it poured into the wound on Michael's head.