As soon as Chen Zhao got in, Morgery started the car.
Chen Zhao looked at the bloody Morgery. After a moment of speechlessness, he said, "Take off your shirt. I'll check your wounds first."
As he drove, Morgery tossed his shirt out the window.
"Where are we going this time?"
"San Diego."
"What? To San Diego? That far? "
"Yes," Morgery answered succinctly.
"I thought you'd hide deep in the forest. Why are you going to San Diego?"
Most Chinese probably didn't know where San Diego was, but they'd probably heard of another name: San Diego.
San Diego was more than a hundred kilometers away from L.A. It was southeast of L.A.
However, Mountain Town was northwest of L.A. It was at least three hundred kilometers from Mountain Town to San Diego without taking the main road.
"It's close to Mexico," Morgery said. "We plan to enter the Gulf of California and then enter Mexico along the coastline."
"You can tell me the escape route. Is that okay?"
"I trust you," Morgery said.
Chen Zhao didn't know if he should be happy to be trusted by a gangster.
"What happened to your wounds? They're all from sharp weapons? Don't tell me you had a duel with someone? "
"Don't mention it. A woman hurt me."
"You can't even beat a woman, right?"
"If it were you, you wouldn't be able to beat her either. That woman is simply a monster. No one can beat her."
Chen Zhao didn't argue with Morgery. He was a doctor, not a fighter.
"She didn't kill me."
"That's why I said she's a monster. She enjoys torturing people."
"Is she pretty?"
"If she's pretty, there won't be any ugly women in the world."
"Good … Looks like it's not her."
"What?"
"Nothing."
After leaving the L.A. area, the car drove on the coastal road. One had to admit that the scenery was truly beautiful.
The weather had turned cold. The night sea breeze made Chen Zhao feel a bit chilly by the window.
However, he had to open the window. Otherwise, the car would be filled with the smell of blood.
Chen Zhao couldn't stand the heavy smell, but Morgery couldn't either.
He was half-naked …
However, he couldn't speak, because he was … a tough guy.
Chen Zhao glanced at Morgery. "A bit of cold wind can help dissipate the body's heat and increase blood flow, which will speed up the scabbing of wounds."
To put it bluntly, it was a form of heat consumption, the same as running.
Of course, if the principle of heat dissipation wasn't well controlled, things would go wrong.
The stronger a person was, the more resistant they would be to the cold. In fact, a strong person might not necessarily be able to resist the cold, because the reaction of the heat-sensitive nerves was more intense.
Cold resistance required long-term training, or the elderly.
Why were the elderly able to resist the cold? It was because the physical functions and heat-sensing neurons of the elderly had deteriorated, and their reaction to the difference in temperature was slower than that of young people.
This was similar to how a person who was about to freeze to death would feel warm.
People who were about to freeze to death felt warm because their thermal nerves were dead and couldn't feel the change in temperature.
Of course, with Morgery's constitution, he wouldn't die from the cold wind.
At most, he would just catch a cold …
Achoo!
"Chen, give me your jacket."
"I'll be cold."
"Me too."
"No, I can't say that the character of a tough guy is cold."
"Who gave me this persona? When did I say I'm a tough guy? "
"Then are you a tough guy?"
"Give me the jacket first."
"Giving the jacket to a man. Disgusting." In the end, Chen Zhao still gave the jacket to Morgery.
…
During the four to five hour drive, Chen Zhao felt a bit dizzy.
He didn't know if it was because of the car or the sea breeze.
Morgery and his boss were hiding in San Diego, but they weren't in the city.
When they arrived at San Diego, Morgery drove the car onto a small road to avoid the city.
This winding road probably hadn't been repaired for more than 20 years. It was severely damaged.
At around two in the morning, the car stopped at an abandoned train station.
It was a graveyard for old trains. A few rusty steam trains were parked here.
One had to admit that this was indeed a great hiding place.
Knock, knock, knock.
Morgery knocked on a carriage and the door opened.
"Mr. Chen, you're here."
The dispirited man looked at Chen Zhao in surprise. Chen Zhao remembered him. His name was Sanders, and he was afraid of snakes.
The gloomy man called Nesta and the boss were also in the carriage.
Nesta was still as cold as before, but when he saw Chen Zhao, he still nodded.
"Mr. Chen, you're here." The boss lay weakly in the corner. Nesta helped him up.
Chen Zhao put down the toolbox. The dispirited man, Sanders, immediately dodged. "Mr. Chen, did you bring the snake too?"
"Looks like you miss Raymond. Raymond, come out and meet an old friend."
Raymond crawled out of his aggressive state and started running after the dispirited man again.
Chen Zhao went to the boss. "You don't look good. Where are you hurt?"
With Nesta's help, the boss turned over with difficulty, revealing the blood-stained bandage on his back.
Chen Zhao unwrapped the bandage and a rotten, fishy smell wafted toward him.
The wound under the bandage was three fingers long, extending from the left shoulder blade to the back of the abdomen. A large area of pus had already started to fester.
"It's been at least three days," Chen Zhao said with a frown. "Why didn't you contact me earlier?"
"I've been injured like this before," the boss said weakly. "I didn't treat it much and it healed in ten days …"
"Then you can only say that you were lucky last time, but luck won't be there every time. The same wound in a different environment can have two possibilities. It's possible that it can be healed by the body's immunity, but it's more likely that the wound will get infected."
Chen Zhao touched the boss' forehead. "You're already running a high fever. If it was half a day later, you'd probably be in the ICU."
"Is the boss' injury serious?"
"It's mainly because it took too long. If it happens again, either inform me earlier or find a bottle of strong alcohol to clean the wound."
Thankfully, Chen Zhao had brought alcohol. It was the only medical item he could get.
However, without anesthesia, cleaning the wound with alcohol and cutting off the rotten flesh was definitely a very painful thing.
Of course, alcohol could not only clean the wound but also lower the temperature.
Alcohol was a highly volatile liquid. When it touched the skin at room temperature, it could quickly take away heat.
Of course, Chen Zhao mainly used antipyretics. He gave the boss two ibuprofen.
Most antipyretics weren't prescription and could be bought in the supermarket.
Chen Zhao's toolbox always had a few non-prescription drugs, such as antipyretics, painkillers, and anti-inflammatory drugs. These were often used.
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