Chen Zhao looked at the forest by the road and turned to look at Morgery. "You're not planning to take me to the wilderness and then dump my body there, are you?"
"Do you Chinese all like to have wild imaginations?"
"No, I think it's all like this in American movies and TV shows."
"So you can only see it in movies and TV shows." Morgery rolled his eyes.
After passing through the winding road, the sky had already darkened.
Just then, the car stopped.
"We're here?" Chen Zhao asked.
"No, we can only walk from here."
"Don't tell me it's in the forest?"
"Yes, we can only hide here now."
"Are you sure you've brought enough cash to pay my consultation fee?"
"People in our line of work always prepare a few strongholds in advance. We always prepare enough resources and cash just in case."
After walking for more than ten minutes, the forest was rather hot. Chen Zhao was panting a little.
"Do you want me to help you carry the toolbox?"
"No, the guy inside doesn't like people getting close to him."
"The guy inside?"
Chen Zhao opened the toolbox and Raymond climbed out.
Hiss, hiss —
When Morgery saw the colorful snake, he took two steps back in fear.
But it was only a fright. Morgery looked at Beelzebub, Walter, and Carrie beside him.
"Do you bring pets with you when you're a doctor?"
Morgery looked at the playful pets. He clearly didn't know that there was an evil presence floating above his head.
"I'm used to it. If I leave them at home, I'll have to contact the renovation company the next day."
"I had a dog before too."
"And then?"
"An enemy hung it in front of my house."
"I thought you'd tell a touching story."
"Then I found the enemy the same day and hung him in front of his mother's house."
"…" Chen Zhao decided to change the topic. "Morgery, it's not good for you to be bald at this age. Do you plan to do a long-term treatment? I can help you grow thick hair again."
"I shaved it myself, asshole."
"Is that so? Actually, you don't have to be embarrassed. Baldness is a common disease. It might be hereditary or a skin disease. However, I think you really need to get it checked as soon as possible. After all, baldness is sometimes a sign of impotence."
"I don't need it. My sexual function is great. You don't have to worry about it."
"Really?"
"I don't want to talk about this."
Morgery was a little confused. He had been walking in the forest for more than half an hour and had almost forgotten about the injury on his abdomen.
Chen Zhao had only given him an unknown black potion and stitched his wound. He didn't seem to have done anything else. How could his injury have stabilized so quickly?
One had to know that Morgery was often injured, so he had a rough idea of his own injuries.
In the past, he had suffered injuries that were slightly lighter than this. Even with anesthetics, professional doctors bandaging his wounds, and blood transfusions, he would still be unable to move freely for several days.
But now, Chen Zhao only gave him a simple treatment and he didn't feel any pain anymore.
This made Morgery value Chen Zhao more. Sometimes, a good doctor could give people like him an extra life.
"It's just up ahead. We'll be there soon."
Soon, a small house in the forest appeared before them. The lights were on inside.
"This house looks like it's been here for a long time."
"It was left behind by a hunter. It's seventy or eighty years old."
"Are you sure no one will come here?"
"Who cares. It's fine as long as our enemies can't find this place."
Knock, knock, knock.
Morgery's knocking rhythm was somewhat special. It was clearly a secret signal they had agreed on beforehand.
The door slowly opened a gap, and the person inside looked out before opening the door.
Chen Zhao saw that it was a dispirited man in his thirties with messy hair. There were bruises on his face and blood on the left side of his pants.
"He's the doctor?"
"Yes."
Chen Zhao entered the room. There were two other people inside. Chen Zhao knew one of them.
It was Morgery's boss. He was lying on the ground with a blanket over him. He seemed to have fallen asleep, but he held a gun in his arms.
Chen Zhao wondered if he would shoot himself while he was dreaming.
The other person sat at the table and was eating, but he also looked listless.
"Who's first?" Chen Zhao asked.
"Ah … snake … snake …" the dispirited man who'd opened the door suddenly yelled in terror.
The person who'd been eating at the table took out his gun in fright. The boss also jumped up and pointed his gun at Chen Zhao.
"This is the second time!" Chen Zhao stared at the boss, furious.
"Chen, it's you …" The boss put away his gun.
Morgery slapped the dispirited man's face. "Saunders, stop making a fuss. Don't you think we have enough trouble?"
Seeing that Chen Zhao had allowed the snake to crawl around freely, Morgery asked worriedly, "Chen, are you sure your pet won't get lost if it crawls around?"
"It won't get lost even if you guys get lost."
The dispirited man seemed to be terrified of snakes. After Raymond crawled around, he went around Raymond, not daring to get close.
But the more scared he was, the closer Raymond got.
Unfortunately, he was still limping and couldn't escape.
"Okay, Raymond, stop scaring him."
Everyone realized that the snake was really obedient. It stopped harassing the dispirited man and crawled to the stove instead, curling up into a ball.
It was almost December. The temperature around Los Angeles had started dropping, especially at night. It could drop below ten degrees.
Chen Zhao looked at the boss. "You want to go first?"
"No, my injury isn't serious. Nesta, you first."
The person who'd been eating at the table walked over. He looked a bit cold and didn't speak.
Chen Zhao looked at Nesta. "Where are you hurt?"
Nesta took off his clothes and lay on the ground.
Chen Zhao saw a bloody scar and two holes on his back.
It seemed that he'd been attacked from behind. His injury was serious, but it wasn't hard to treat.
The wounds didn't reach his spine or any vital parts. They looked scary, but they weren't fatal.
At least, if treated before infection, it usually wouldn't be fatal.
Chen Zhao quickly applied some medicine to the wound. The medicine actually didn't belong to this world. It was a herb from Hell.
Though it was made from Hell plants, it wasn't harmful to humans.
After applying the medicine, Chen Zhao started bandaging the wound and stitching up the scar. There were 35 stitches in total. Nesta didn't make a sound.
"Your wound will feel itchy later," Chen Zhao said. "But you can't scratch it with your hands. Morgery, watch him."
"Don't worry," Morgery said, unconcerned. "Nesta's a tough guy."
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