The evil forces roaming the heavens

Chapter 1875 The "black" in "black doctor" is the key point!
In Brooklyn, intense gunfire erupted.

The scene was utterly chaotic.
The fierce fighting between the two groups resulted in most people being shot.
Even residents hiding at home were not very safe, and that was the "freedom" of the 1990s!
The escalating conflict and the inter-group competition for "Western medicine" are the main themes here.
No one will show mercy, because if your car dares to cross the line, they'll come with a machine gun and send you to meet your maker.

Having scattered his business cards all over Brooklyn, Zhang Cheng eagerly awaited "customers" to come to him.
After all, he is a professional "doctor," and he is first-rate whether he is treating people or helping with funerals!

Because of all the musical instruments, the first one he learned was the suona!
Don't ask Zhang Cheng why he can play the suona; the answer is that times are progressing, and so is our service!

"Drip drip!"

The phone rang, and Zhang Cheng excitedly picked it up and said, "Hello, this is the Specialized Treatment Center for Difficult and Complex Diseases!"

"Fuck, I don't care what the hell you're treating, get to Brooklyn right now, my brother's dying, you know?"

The customer was clearly agitated, yelling at Zhang Cheng over the phone.

Upon hearing his words, Zhang Cheng immediately replied, "Ten minutes, I'll be right there. Press on the wound first."

After saying that, Zhang Cheng immediately grabbed his car keys, went out, and started the Cadillac.

"Buzz!"

With its powerful engine, Zhang Cheng quickly arrived at the agreed location.

Looking at the warehouse in front of him, Zhang Cheng picked up his medical kit and stepped forward.
But the next second, two people emerged from the shadows and said, "Hey, hands up!"

"I am a doctor, a doctor at the Specialized Treatment Center for Difficult and Complex Diseases!"

With a broad smile, Zhang Cheng nodded and spoke.
"Alan, let him in quickly, our brother is dying!"

He shouted loudly outside, and only a hurried voice came from inside.
Just as Zhang Cheng walked in, he saw a number of people lying on the table.
There were already quite a few doctors busy at this moment; they were clearly from their group, but they weren't enough people, which was why they risked calling him.

Stepping forward, the man looked at Zhang Cheng and said, "You'd better heal my men, or I'll smash your head open, you understand?"

The man sized Zhang Cheng up and spoke with a fierce expression.
"I am a doctor!"

Looking intently at the man, Zhang Cheng stepped forward and immediately began to treat him.
In China, tranquilizers and similar products are controlled substances, but across the ocean, there is something simpler: Western medicine!
Seeing the other person's pale face, Zhang Cheng understood that he had lost too much blood, but at least no vital organs had been injured. Otherwise, even God would have to shake his head and leave, let alone him.

Zhang Cheng opened his toolbox, put on gloves, and began treating the wound.

As for hygiene issues here, Zhang Cheng didn't care about that. After all, wound infection is a right that only the living have!
Army doctor: Pain is something only cowards need. As for wound infection, you can talk about it when you're alive!
Zhang Cheng: How do livestock live? How do you live? If you die, it proves you can live without livestock!

Even those who had spent years teetering on the edge of death, many members of the group gasped in horror when they saw Zhang Cheng make his move.

"Fuck, is this guy really a doctor?"

"My God, what is he doing? What is he doing?"

"Is this Easterner a devil? He's murdering me, my God!"

While the group members around him were shocked by Zhang Cheng's methods, the doctor next to him exclaimed in surprise, "Buddy, where did you learn military-style treatment techniques?"

"On the battlefield!"

Speaking to the doctor beside him, Zhang Cheng's hands were covered in blood, yet he remained calm and composed.
Because he's starting to like the medical profession, he thinks he should become a doctor in Japan in the future. After all, if he makes a mistake in treatment there, he can just bow, and if that doesn't work, he can bow again.
After all, Zhang Cheng bowed and apologized, and the deceased didn't say anything. What more do you want from him?
An hour later, after all the wounded had been treated, Zhang Cheng looked at them and said, "The blood bank is running low. If they don't get blood transfusions, they're doomed."

Upon hearing Zhang Cheng's words, the leader remained silent for a moment before saying, "This is none of your business!"

"Okay, I don't care. After all, I'm just a doctor!"

With a bright smile, Zhang Cheng tilted his head, took off his gloves, and stepped forward. He saw that the doctor had already finished his treatment.

However, when he saw that the patients Zhang Cheng had treated were all still breathing, he exclaimed in surprise, "Buddy, your medical skills are quite good!"

"Thank you for the compliment!"

While Zhang Cheng was exchanging pleasantries with the other party, the man who had walked over picked up stacks of banknotes and handed them to the doctor next to him; it looked to be around thirty or forty thousand yuan.

Surprised by this scene, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but narrow his eyes, because this shady doctor was really making a lot of money!

But right after the other person left, Zhang Cheng smiled and said, "Where's my money?"

"You? You only deserve this much!"

As he spoke, the man who had come up threw five thousand US dollars at Zhang Cheng.

As the scattered US dollars fell to the ground, Zhang Cheng's smile gradually froze.
"Dude, this isn't funny at all, because you're not only insulting my profession, but also my craft. My master told me that learning a skill starts with learning virtue, and cooking starts with being a good person. You're going to provoke me!"

Looking coldly at the person before him, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but become serious.
"Pick up the money and get out of here, you damn yellow-skinned bastard, all you know is a little medicine."

Just as the man finished speaking, Zhang Cheng stabbed him in the neck with the scalpel.

"Wow!"

With a sudden tug, Zhang Cheng was pulled back while the other person clutched his neck, his face filled with terror.
But upon seeing all this, the others prepared to immediately draw their guns.

"Crack!"

With a black star appearing in his hand, Zhang Cheng immediately pulled the trigger repeatedly at the group of people not far away.

"Da da, da da da, da da da!"

A metallic storm swept through the warehouse, instantly threatening everyone with death.
Holding the gun with an air of aloofness, Zhang Cheng repeatedly pulled the trigger, then stepped forward.
"Kaka!"

After emptying his pistol, Zhang Cheng reached into his storage space and pulled out a fully magazineed AK. He held the butt of the AK and swung it around, yelling, "Puniam, I'm a quack doctor now, and you still dare to play like this? You don't know, the 'quack' part of 'quack doctor' is the key point, huh!"

With a burst of AK fire, Zhang Cheng riddled a man who had suddenly appeared with bullets, turning him into a pincushion; blood mist continuously seeped from behind him.

Just after Zhang Cheng cleanly dealt with the gunman, he approached the leader and broke his shoulder blade.

"what!"

Amidst a piercing scream, the man looked at Zhang Cheng in fear and pleaded, "Buddy, buddy, we were wrong, we were wrong. I can give you more money, just let me go, okay?"

"Even if I beat you to death, the money is still mine! How dare you use my money to save your own life?"

With the gun barrel pressed against the man's head, Zhang Cheng forced him to the ground and roared, "Pick it up! Pick up the money!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng with fear, the man was reaching out his hand.
Zhang Cheng, however, pulled the trigger, firing repeatedly, shouting, "You dared to pick it up?! Ah!"

As he spoke, Zhang Cheng walked up to the group of people who had been rescued, raised his rifle, and opened fire.
"Damn it, you wasted my time! I should have just grabbed it as soon as I came in!"

Carrying a rifle in his left hand, Zhang Cheng went upstairs, opened the locker, and saw that there were about a million US dollars inside. He couldn't help but complain, "So poor, why bother finding a doctor? Go to a funeral home!"

(End of this chapter)