Private beauty care doctor

I was driving and talking on the phone.

Anyway, there is no American police right now, so I shouldn't be able to catch me.

The phone rang several times.

"Hello." The other party answered.

Me: "Hello, who are you?"

"I, Dr. White."

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

"you are?"

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

"Ah... I remembered, you are j, you are j, right?"

I said, "Yes, that's right."

"Is there a problem?"

Me: "Toothache, I want to see you, please give me your address."

"Okay, no problem, you write it down." White gave an address.

I went through it in my head.I said again: "Your place is very close to the Mexican brothers."

White is simple and honest: "It's not close. I'm in the Mexican neighborhood. The houses here are cheap. Besides, it's more convenient to practice medicine."

I said, "Okay, I'll go right away."

Old Mo's territory, this White, is in Lao Mo's territory, what kind of state is he in?

I feel that this product is not fully guaranteed, and it is also a gangster doctor.

There are many such doctors in the United States, especially in this kind of territory where black forces are intertwined.Brothers from five continents and four oceans gathered in Los Angeles to make a living. There was unavoidable dislike for each other, small frictions, plus, this old beauty, bang bang bang, that thing is very good got it.

and so.

For gunshot wounds and so on, it is risky to go to a regular clinic or hospital.

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

Driving on the main road.

I am very refreshing.

Open the car window, blowing a little wind, tuned the radio, and listened to Linkin Park on the radio.

All the way, hurry.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Squeaky, here we are.

It was almost dawn, too.

It is the darkest time before dawn.

White's apartment building is relatively old and very dilapidated, but at least there is a door. Push the door and go in. There is a small duty room facing you. The light is on inside. An old man is sleeping there with a big tabby cat in his arms.

The cat opened its eyes.

Opening his mouth, he meowed at me, then bowed his head and fell asleep again.

I went straight upstairs.

Arrived on the third floor.

Room 311.

There is an iron sign hanging at the door, on which is written 'White Private General Clinic' in English. '

Isn't your sister a dentist?

Why did it become integrated again?

this kid.Ganqing is also an abnormal practice of medicine!

I stood at the door, imagining White boy in pajamas, rubbing his eyes, still awake.I smiled and knocked lightly on the door three times.

Nothing happens at all.

So, I knocked three more times.

This time, I felt that the inside of the cat's eyes was dark.

Then, the door opens.

What a lovely occasion.

The three black muzzles pointed straight at my little head.

I now……

Actually, what I'm really trying to say is, in terms of being held to the head with a gun.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.

Basically, it's like meeting someone you know on the road, and then, hello, hi, it's almost the same.

This is a gang etiquette, a greeting.

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

So, this etiquette, what to do next.

First of all, you should show a kind smile on your face, then raise your hands above your head, then calmly look at the eyes behind the muzzle, and finally, say hello.

"Hello!" I said.

"Hah, you papa!" The leader, a Mexican brother, pulled me in without any hesitation.

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

For one part, it's a messy clinic attire.

another part.

Uh, your sister, what are those things, what are the dry grass leaves they are playing with on the table?

Oh, I see.

marijuana!

In the hall, at one end, there was a big table, and there were three middle-aged women, leading two little boys, who quickly packed marijuana into small plastic bags.

Work really hard, really hard!

I praised it and looked at the other side.

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

At present, in the consulting room, on the big chair used for repairing teeth, lay a half-dead man covered in blood. White stood beside him with a dejected expression, took tweezers or something, but seemed unable to do anything.

Behind him were two other guns pointed at White's head.

Remove these.

In the living room, where the two parts meet, there is a broken sofa. On the sofa, a middle-aged Mexican man in his 40s with only a big trousers on is curled up.

This uncle, with a self-made hemp tool in his arms, is acting as if there is no one else around, calm and at ease, squinting his eyes and puffing clouds and fog, very happy.

The atmosphere, to be honest, is quite harmonious.

The work of the job, those who smoke marijuana, those who use guns to scare people, use guns full-time.Waiting for death, in the chair, waiting for death peacefully.

And the doctors, attentively, save lives and heal the wounded.

White sees me: "Hi j, I have a minor surgery here."

I smiled: "Not busy, not busy."

Turning my head again, I said to the three Mexican brothers who pointed guns at me: "I am here to see a doctor, toothache?"

One of the Mexican brothers waved his gun and said, "No.!"

I said: "Understood."

I walked over and looked around, but there were no chairs, so I had no choice but to sit on the arm of the sofa and squeeze with the old smoker.

The old smoker raised his head, looked at me, handed me the hemp tool, and said with a smile on his face, "Take a sip, it's very comfortable."

I shook my head.

The old smoker rolled my eyes and continued.

I sat and waited, and then saw White say to the person behind him pointing a gun at him: "Here, I really can't do it. You'd better be sent to a big hospital. You see, it was shot by a shotgun, and the face was all rotten." Well, this... this person is about to die."

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

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

At this time, I took a sneak peek. I was afraid of meeting someone I knew. These are all Mexican brothers. In case, I met the friend who asked me to put up a table and threw it by the broken apartment last time. Wouldn’t I Crap.

Turn around, fortunately no acquaintances.

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

"This, it's not easy to handle, this, I suspect, internal organs... this..."

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

Swish!

Five guns, aimed at me.

I held up my hands and smiled: "I am a doctor, a doctor, really, a doctor."

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

The Mexican brothers were puzzled.

Then, he took a gun to compare and motioned for me to go over.

I walk over.

White bowed his head and said to me: "J, I'm so sorry, they just arrived. You came here. I didn't even have time to call you."

I said, "It's okay, let's see the patient's condition first."

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

This buddy should have been shot twice, but I guess it was shot from a long distance, otherwise...

Otherwise, first of all, his head would have to explode.But now, his facial features are only unclear, his nose, mouth, and eyes are rotten.Moreover, one eye socket was cracked, and the eyeball drooped down.

Second, his stomach would have exploded if he had been shot at close range.But now, only in the gastric cavity, a dense, about ten small holes were found.

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

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

White agreed.

I looked carefully at the big brother on the chair again.

This big brother is not dead.

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

Really tough!

Like a big beast!

I loosened my shoulders, raised my mouth and shook my voice: "What's the matter with copying the house, let's start work!"

Swish, five guns.

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

The muzzle fell.

Rinse it, wash it, cut the clothes, then stuff the eyeballs, luckily the eyeballs are not damaged, they are still intact, sew the eye sockets, pull the shotgun, sew up, sew up...

Then, the stomach is cut open.

Ouch, fate, it didn't go into the stomach, if it did go in, the stomach would rupture and the stomach acid would come out, and within a short while, the bird would be killed immediately.

Pull the shotgun.

Debridement, suture.

Hey, it's done.

no……

White pointed to the guy's hairy feet and said, "I have a gunshot wound on my ankle. It happened a few days ago. It hasn't been treated. It's festered."

Oh, this one is fine.

Cut the pants, I'm going, this guy, it's really swollen, it's infected.

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

This time, the person on the chair woke up, aching and screaming.

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

Let's continue!

After going on for a while, I seemed to feel that something was wrong.

Gun scrape, from a few days ago, above the ankle, calf...

Suspiciously, I turned to look at the person on the bed.

That one, half-awake, one eye is not functioning right now, and was just putting that eye to use, staring at me, trying to speak, but unfortunately, half of his lips are gone, so he can't make a sound.

It turned out to be him!

oh my god!It's really not that enemies don't get together!We actually put it here and ran into each other.

I pretended not to see it and grinned.

keep working.

Lively, debridement, suturing, bandaging.

Done, I said to the patient's family: "I have taken all the bullets, one is not too much, and one is not too many. In addition, during this time, go back and give him some antibiotics. That White, you can prescribe a prescription and let them Go to the pharmacy and buy it."

White took a pen and paper, swiped a pen to write a prescription, and then signed his name and stamped his seal on the back.

Satisfied, the patient's family members nodded, and then handed White a beautiful knife.

Then, he moved forward, carried the boss on the chair, turned around and left.

Boss, put one eyeball on, staring at me, without saying a word.

Yes, he couldn't speak, and his arm didn't seem to work well. He raised his hand to hit me, but halfway up, he fell down again.

Send these evil spirits away!

White wiped his sweat and wanted to thank me.

I didn't say anything, because, in my heart, just the boss, his Mexican brother, and classmate White, these few elements, I was brewing, a small plan.