Chapter 112 San Diego

Chen Zhao got into the car and Mowgli started the car.

Chen Zhao looked at Mowgli who was covered in blood. After being speechless for a while, he said, "Take off your shirt and let me check your injuries first."

Mowgli threw his shirt out of the window as he drove.

"Where are we going this time?"

"San Diego."

"What? To San Diego? So far?"

"Yes." Mowgli replied simply.

"I thought you would be hiding in the mountains and forests. Why did you run to San Diego?"

Most Chinese people probably don’t know where San Diego is, but you should have heard of another translation, San Diego.

San Diego is more than 100 kilometers away from Los Angeles and is located southeast of Los Angeles.

However, Dashan Town is northwest of Los Angeles. Going from Dashan Town to San Diego is at least three hundred kilometers without taking the main road.

"It's close to Mexico. We plan to enter the Gulf of California and then follow the coastline into Mexico," Mogli said.

"Is it okay if you tell me your escape route?"

"I believe you," said Mowgli.

Chen Zhao didn't know whether he should be happy to be trusted so much by a gangster.

"How did you get these injuries? They were all scratched by sharp objects? Did you have a duel with someone?"

"Don't mention it, it was done by a woman."

"You can't even beat a woman, can you?"

"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 did not argue with Mowgli on this point. He was a doctor, not a thug.

"The other party doesn't seem to have killed anyone."

"So that woman is a monster and she takes pleasure in torturing people."

"Is it beautiful?"

"If she were beautiful, there would be no ugly women in the world."

"Fortunately...it seems it's not her."

"What?"

"nothing."

After leaving the Los Angeles area, the car took the coastal highway. I have to say that the scenery on this road is really beautiful.

The weather had turned cooler by this time, and the sea breeze at night made Chen Zhao feel a little chilly by the window.

However, Chen Zhao had to open the car windows, otherwise, the car would smell of blood.

Chen Zhao couldn't stand such a strong smell, but Mowgli couldn't stand it even more.

Because he was shirtless...

However, he can't speak because he is... a tough guy.

Chen Zhao glanced at Mowgli: "Blow some cold air to help dissipate heat from the body, improve blood circulation, and speed up wound healing."

To put it bluntly, this is a kind of heat consumption, which is the same as running exercise.

Of course, if the heat dissipation principle is not controlled well, it will fail.

It is not that the stronger a person is, the more resistant he is to cold. In fact, strong people may not necessarily be resistant to cold, because the heat-sensing nerves react more intensely.

Resisting the cold requires long-term exercise, or the elderly.

Why the elderly are resistant to cold is because their body functions and heat-sensing neurons have degenerated, and their responses to hot and cold temperature differences are slower than those of young people.

This is similar to how a person who is about to freeze to death will feel warm.

People who are about to freeze to death feel warm because their body's heat-sensing nerves have been necrotic and cannot feel temperature changes.

Of course, with Mowgli's constitution, a cold wind wouldn't kill him.

At most it's just a cold...

A sneeze——

"Chen, give me your coat."

"I'll be cold."

"I can do it too."

"No, the character of a tough guy cannot be called cold."

"Who gave me this persona? When did I say I was a tough guy?"

"So are you a tough guy?"

"Give me the clothes first."

"It's disgusting to take off your coat to a man." In the end, Chen Zhao took off his coat to Mowgli.

…

After four or five hours of driving, Chen Zhao felt a little dizzy.

I don’t know if it’s because of the car ride or the sea breeze.

Although Mowgli and his boss were hiding in San Diego, they were not in the city.

After arriving in San Diego, Mowgli drove the car onto a side road and bypassed the city.

This winding path is estimated to have not been repaired for more than twenty years, resulting in serious damage to the surface.

At around two o'clock in the morning, the car stopped at a train station, an abandoned train station.

This is the graveyard of old trains, with several rusty steam trains parked here.

I have to say, this is indeed an excellent hiding place.

Dong dong dong——

Mowgli knocked on a section of the carriage and the door opened.

"Mr. Chen, you are here."

The decadent man looked at Chen Zhao in surprise. Chen Zhao remembered him as Sanders, and he was afraid of snakes.

The sullen man named Nesta and the boss in the carriage were also there.

Nesta still looked cold, but when he saw Chen Zhao, he still nodded.

"Mr. Chen, you're here." The boss was lying weakly in the corner, and Nesta helped him up.

Chen Zhao put down the tool box, and the decadent man Sanders immediately ducked away: "Mr. Chen, did you bring that snake too?"

"It seems you miss Raymond very much. Raymond, come out and meet your old friend."

Raymond crawled out of his aggression and started chasing the decadent man again.

Chen Zhao came to the boss: "You look very bad. Where are you injured?"

With Nesta's help, the boss turned around with difficulty, revealing the bloody bandage on his back.

Chen Zhao opened the bandage and took a look, and a rotten smell came to his face.

The wound under the bandage was three fingers long, extending from the left bone to the abdomen and back, and had already suppurated over a large area.

"This injury lasted at least three days. Why didn't you contact me earlier?" Chen Zhao said with a frown.

"I have been injured like this before, and I didn't do much to deal with it at the time. It was cured in ten days..." the boss said weakly.

"It can only be said that you were lucky last time, but luck will not be there every time. The same wound will have two possibilities under different circumstances. It may be cured by relying on your own immunity, but a bigger wound The possibility is wound infection.”

Chen Zhao touched the boss's forehead: "You already have signs of high fever. If you are delayed for another half day, you will probably be admitted to the intensive care unit."

"Is the boss's injury serious?"

"The main reason is that the delay has been too long. If this happens again next time, either notify me as soon as possible, or find a bottle of strong liquor to clean the wound first."

Fortunately, Chen Zhao brought alcohol, which was the only medical supply Chen Zhao could get.

However, without anesthesia, cleaning wounds with alcohol and cutting out carrion is definitely very painful.

Of course, alcohol can not only clean wounds, but also physically cool down.

Alcohol is a highly volatile liquid that can quickly take away heat when it comes into contact with the skin at room temperature.

Of course, the main thing was to use antipyretics. Chen Zhao gave the boss two tablets of ibuprofen.

Most fever-reducing drugs are not prescription drugs and can be bought in supermarkets.

Chen Zhao always keeps several over-the-counter medicines in his toolbox, including antipyretics, analgesics, anti-inflammatory drugs, etc. These are also frequently used.

The last step was to suture the wound, which only took thirty minutes.