Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
The doctor wiped his brow, being a bit gentler with his touch. Finally, he managed to clear away the rotten flesh on Ji Chi’s arm. The decay was dangerously close to the bone, and if the bone had also deteriorated, it would have been truly difficult to treat.
After debriding the wound, he repeatedly sterilized it and administered antibiotics. Stitching it up was a simpler task compared to the cleaning, though it wasn’t the neatest work; it was passable.
Once the stitching was done, they started a intravenous antibiotic drip, and the doctor finally breathed a sigh of relief.
“In the future, you’ll need to disinfect, take antibiotics, and receive IV antibiotics daily. This wound can’t be exposed to bacteria again to prevent reinfection,” the doctor instructed, feeling a sense of accomplishnt and fear at the sa ti.
Fear that Jiang Junlin might shoot him!
“Thank you,” Jiang Junlin politely expressed his gratitude. Fie checked on Ji Chi, who hadn’t regained consciousness yet and was quite weak. The stitching looked particularly ugly, a clear sign of the doctor’s lack of expertise.
Considering it was just a small clinic, Jiang Junlin said, “Prepare so anti-inflammatory drugs for , syringes, and antiseptic cream. Also, get so morphine.”
The doctor packed up various antibiotics, including penicillin, cephalosporins, and levofloxacin, all of which were prescription dications. He explained their usage, warnings, and precautions to Jiang Junlin.
These antibiotics were all prescription drugs, but the doctor didn’t dare to ask for identification. If they had identification, they wouldn’t have used a gun. He also prepared so sterile dressings and antibacterial ointnts.
“Do not speak a word of tonight’s events to anyone!”
“Sir, rest assured, I won’t utter a word!”
Jiang Junlin nodded and handed him a wad of cash, “This is the consultation fee.”
The doctor was astonished. Did even killers nowadays have such manners? Speaking softly and calmly, he had initially thought he had run into a couple of ruthless criminals forcing him to treat them. He had been racking his brain on how to deal with the prescription drugs, and the small clinic was going to incur a significant loss. He never expected to receive a consultation fee.
Ten crisp two-hundred-euro bills – he had made a good profit!
The doctor, with a respectful tone, suggested, “Would you like so more antibiotics?”
Did saying “Please co again” make him seem money-hungry?
The doctor was torn, recalling that soone had inquired yesterday about whether two injured individuals had sought treatnt here. Even the dark web’s underworld investigators hadn’t ntioned they were Chinese, as people could easily disguise themselves.
Jiang Junlin and Ji Chi’s heights were no less than those of Europeans and Aricans. In fact, they stood out. So when the inquiry was made, it was about people seeking treatnt.
The doctor, considering the money involved and Jiang Junlin’s deanor, which didn’t resemble that of a murderer, spoke truthfully, “Yesterday, the police ca asking if we had treated any suspicious patients without identification. In our small clinic, we usually only see local neighbors for common ailnts like colds, fevers, and minor injuries. We don’t handle serious illnesses, and 1 don’t even suture wounds myself. So, we’ve never had any suspicious patients.”
Who would have thought that today they would encounter such patients?
“The police ca to inquire?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely. 1 saw their badges, and they ntioned two fugitive killers. Even the major hospitals are making inquiries.” The doctor wasn’t curious about whether they were actually murderers. Fie treated them, Jiang Junlin paid, and everything was quite reasonable.
He was already sixty years old and had seen countless people. He still had that kind of insight.
“If they co asking again, you know what to say.”
“I know, I know!” The doctor thought to himself, considering the euros involved. He knew exactly what to say, especially since Jiang Junlin’s deanor was genuinely upright. Claiming that he was a police officer and the other was a fugitive, the doctor bought into it.
At sixty years old, he had seen it all and still had a sharp eye for such things.
In the city of Paris, these kinds of situations were all too common.
“Thank you!” Jiang Junlin took the dicine, carried Ji Chi, and left. He deliberately walked in the opposite direction, going an extra two hundred ters before circling back.
At the Blue Fields Villa, it was six o’clock in the evening. Zhou Jinjin was shooting a video in the university town. She called Gu Ci, sounding cheerful, “Baby, co out for dinner. It’s been so long since we had a al together.”
Zhou Jinjin was a popular internet celebrity. She had been spotted by a producer and was pulled into filming a web series after her final exams. The production crew was in the City A Film and Television City, and today they were shooting on location in the university town. She finally had so free ti to invite Gu Ci out for a al.
Gu Ci glanced at the surveillance footage. Lu Zhizhuan was reading a book and wouldn’t leave for quite a while. However, if she went out, Li Jiang would be waiting outside, ready to take advantage of the opportunity. So Gu Ci declined Zhou Jinjin’s invitation.
“You can co to my place and order takeout.”
Zhou Jinjin man an exasperated sound.
She really ca rushing over to Gu Ci’s place. On the way, she had already placed orders for crayfish and barbecue. She arrived at Gu Ci’s place in just ten minutes. Li Jiang’s guards were stationed in the distance, and they also saw Zhou Jinjin.
She didn’t notice the covert guards, but when she saw Gu Ci, Zhou Jinjin was startled. “I haven’t seen you in just a week, and you’ve lost so much weight! I’ve been staying up late filming, but I’m not as skinny as you. You’ll be blown away by the wind!”
“Is it really that bad?” Gu Ci replied, feigning indifference.
“And your complexion is terrible. What’s wrong? Are you upset?” Zhou Jinjin noticed Gu Ci’s gloominess and beca genuinely concerned.
Gu Ci had always been reserved and emotionally restrained, but Zhou Jinjin could still tell when sothing was amiss.
“Lu Zhizhuan’s leg is permanently injured, and it can’t be healed. He can’t race anymore?”
Gu Ci shook her head.
“Is he seriously ill and incurable?”
“Are you a die-hard fan or sothing?”
Zhou Jinjin raised an eyebrow, “I’m a true fan of yours, but I can’t figure out why you’re so down. Could it be another heartbreak?”
“No!”
“Oh, then I really can’t guess. It’s not because you didn’t do well on your exams, right?”
“Stop guessing. It’s just that the weather has turned cold, and 1 don’t feel like going out.”
“You should go out for a walk every day, don’t stay cooped up at ho. I’m having a lot of fun on the set. Do you want to co and watch? Since your exams are over, you don’t have anything to do!”
Gu Ci silently considered her situation. She had so many things on her plate – the underworld affairs, Lu Zhizhuan’s condition, her own illness. She wished she had an extra twenty-four hours in a day.
“Ziyu hasn’t finished his exams yet. Anyway, don’t worry about . Is filming hard?”
Lately, Gu Ci had been too preoccupied to respond to most of Zhou Jinjin’s ssages.
“It’s great, a lot of fun. The script for this web series is really interesting. 1 have a feeling I’m going to make it big. A few days ago, I went back to my parents’ house, and my dad was really cunning. He doesn’t want to show my face in the entertainnt industry, but he secretly asked how much money I’ve made. He’s not in good health.”
Gu Ci chuckled, “Just enjoy your filming. If you ever need investnt, let know. When it’s released, I’ll be the first one to watch!”
“Absolutely!”
“What about Ziyu?”
“He went to the library to revise..”
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