Knock, knock, knock.
At night, Chen Zhao heard hurried knocks on the door.
"What time is it?" Chen Zhao opened his eyes in a daze and saw that it was still dark outside.
"Chen, can you hear me? It's Ethan … "
Chen Zhao got up in the dark and kicked something.
Woof —
"Human, you stepped on me."
"Why aren't you back in Hell yet?"
"I don't want to go back yet."
Ignoring Beelzebub, Chen Zhao went to open the door. "Ethan, what's up?"
"Chen, I heard from Vincent that you're a doctor, right?"
"I used to be, but not anymore."
"Something happened to a guest. Can you go and take a look? I don't want him to die in my hotel. "
Chen Zhao rubbed his forehead. "Did you call an ambulance?"
"The nearest hospital is half an hour away. He should be able to be sent to the morgue in half an hour."
"But I don't have a medical license."
"Don't worry. I know the rules. I won't say anything." Ethan took out a few ten-dollar bills from his pocket. "Take this as your fee."
"Wait, let me get my tools."
This time, he'd brought all his belongings with him. Most of them were medical equipment for medical practice.
However, the delivery fee was more expensive than the equipment itself. Chen Zhao's heart ached for a long time.
Chen Zhao had worked in the emergency room before. Later, the emergency room wasn't a place for people to stay, so he was transferred to the surgery department. In the end, the surgery department was even more pressured than the emergency room.
After turning a corner and passing three rooms, Ethan pushed open the door and led Chen Zhao in.
Chen Zhao saw a young girl on the ground. She was twitching slightly and there was white powder on the table beside her.
"Did she take too much drugs?" Chen Zhao asked.
Chen Zhao immediately checked her pulse, pupils, and heart rate.
Her heart rate was low, her blood pressure was low, her pupils were contracted, and her lips were purple.
"I don't have Naloxone." Chen Zhao's expression was serious.
"Is there a way?"
"The fastest ambulance will arrive in half an hour?"
"No," Ethan said helplessly. "She's only 16. I hope she can make it. Try your best."
Chen Zhao thought about it. The girl inhaled the poison. In other words, if he could make her vomit now, he could indeed alleviate the symptoms of the poison. She could at least last for half an hour.
Chen Zhao took out a set of silver needles and pierced them into Qimen, Tiandu, and Lingtai.
This acupuncture technique was learned from an acquaintance of his father, but since his father passed away, he had never seen that person again.
These three acupuncture points were connected to the stomach at the same time, which could induce vomiting.
However, after waiting for a minute, there was no response from the woman.
Chen Zhao's expression changed. He lifted the girl's shirt and touched her stomach.
"On an empty stomach, Ethan. Do you know how long it's been since she ate?"
"She hasn't gone out for the past two days. Last night, she asked me to bring her food, but today, she didn't. Is there a problem?"
People who took drugs were already weak, and with an empty stomach, it was easier for them to be poisoned.
This was because once the poison was inhaled, it could not be diluted by food. This was the most lethal poison.
"You have to stuff something into her stomach and then make her spit out the poisonous substance along with the food."
"Go get some food," Chen Zhao said.
"Do you have a way to make her eat?"
"I'll try. If I don't, she won't last for half an hour."
As soon as Ethan left, Chen Zhao immediately said to Beelzebub, "Use your ability to make her eat."
People who took drugs had no appetite because drugs affected their physiological functions and made their bodies make wrong judgments.
As for those who took drugs for a long time, it might cause permanent damage to their bodies. (So, they must not take drugs. No reason, no excuse.)
Moreover, the girl was still unconscious. Normal food and feeding would not be effective.
However, her consciousness was still there. This was also her survival instinct.
However, Chen Zhao felt hungry …
"Damn it, why did you use your ability on me?"
"You're in this range. I can't control it so precisely, so you were affected too. Remember to stay further away next time."
"Food's here." Ethan moved quickly. He carried a lot of food over.
"Meat won't work. Put bread and coke in her mouth. Do you have chopsticks? Never mind …" Chen Zhao used his finger to push the girl's mouth.
Meat would block swallowing if it was not chewed. She could not be forced to eat with meat when she was unconscious.
"Will this be okay?" Seeing Chen Zhao shove food in so roughly, Ethan could not help but worry.
"Without medicine and emergency equipment, this is the only way. Otherwise, you can watch her die."
Suddenly, Chen Zhao saw a shadow climb up from the girl's body.
Soul?!
"Go back!!" Chen Zhao shouted. The shadow was shocked and lay back down.
The next moment, the girl's body convulsed. Then, with a cry, she began to vomit.
Chen Zhao and Ethan glanced at each other. They both heaved a long sigh.
"Let her eat something. When the ambulance arrives, send her to the hospital for a checkup." Chen Zhao packed his things and stood up, planning to leave.
This girl's situation was very common in this country.
Chen Zhao was only an outsider, so he did not plan to become a righteous fighter and fight against drugs.
He also did not plan to become a teacher and educate the girl.
"Chen, thank you."
Chen Zhao looked at the girl and shook his head. Then, he left the equipment box.
Chen Zhao went back to sleep until noon. Only then did he stretch and get out of bed.
After washing up, the man and dog went out to look for food.
There was a burger shop a hundred meters away from the motel.
Chen Zhao and Beelzebub ate their fill and returned with their stomachs.
"Chen, you're up?" Ethan was playing with his phone at the counter. When he saw Chen Zhao, he greeted him.
"Good … no, good afternoon."
"Chen, do you have a business card?"
"Business card? No. You want my business card? "
"It's not that I want one. I just think you need one."
"Why?"
"If you want to be a doctor."
"I don't even have a medical license right now."
"What I mean is, be an off-staff doctor. Trust me, don't try to get a medical license, because you won't be able to. You just arrived in the United States, so it's impossible for you to get a medical license. I can introduce you to a few clients, and they'll pay in cash. This way, you won't be found out. Of course, I'll take a commission."
"Is it dangerous?"
Ethan's suggestion made Chen Zhao hesitate. He knew that it was difficult to get a medical license in America. Moreover, his diploma was from China. America might not recognize it.
Ethan's suggestion was for him to give up on going through the legal channels and become a traveling doctor.
"Don't worry. The clients I introduce to you won't report you to the police or other government departments."
"No, I mean, are your clients safe? I don't want to be a health consultant for the mafia. "
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