Chapter 1

Zhao dragged his luggage out of the airport.

It's said that foreign people are living in deep water and hot water. They must come to save them in line with the idea of helping the world.

At the gate stood two women, one of whom was Chen's mother, and the other was a white woman who was her assistant, as if her name was Sally.

Chen Yu is an accident doctor. Those who have had medical accidents in China can no longer engage in relevant work in China.

So her mother brought Chen to the United States, which is not difficult for the chairman of a pharmaceutical company.

Of course, in return, Chen wants to donate her own bone marrow when her daughter, Chen's half sister, needs it.

Chen's mother and father divorced long ago, and then went abroad to fight. Now Chen's mother is the head of a pharmaceutical company.

However, it has nothing to do with Chen Yu. They are more like familiar strangers.

Over the years, they have made few connections.

Chen's mother's help is more like a deal.

Of course, their relationship is not bad.

It's not anyone's fault that parents divorced in their early years. It's just because they can't get along. It's so simple.

There is no disrespect for the poor and love the rich, and there is nothing forced by reality.

Then Chen Yu chose to work with his father, which is so simple.

Chen is not the kind of person who lacks maternal love.

"Here's your green card, and your bank card. There's ten thousand dollars in it."

"Thank you." Chen took over.

"What else can I do for you?"

"No more Call me when she needs it. "

Chen's mother nodded: "what industry are you going to work in?"

"It won't bother you. I have my own plan."

Plan a fart. Chen Zhu doesn't even know where to live now.

"If you want to go back to your old business, you'd better take a medical license first. If you practice illegally, you will be sent back and put into prison."

"I see."

After saying goodbye to his mother, Chen Yu got on a taxi with a salute.

"Where to?" The taxi driver is a black man.

"Help me find a motel, thank you." Chen's English pronunciation is not very standard.

"Korean? Japanese? Chinese? "

"Chinese."

"Hello, my name is Vincent. What are you here for?"

"Escape."

"My God, are you so dangerous in China?"

"No, something happened to me at home, so I had to flee."

"Black... Help?"

"Well, I'm a doctor." Chen Yu replied helplessly.

Chen Yu heard that every black man is a talkative, and Vincent proved it very well.

"Man, can you tell me something?"

"A patient I took over had an operation on him when his family didn't sign the letter of exemption. Unfortunately, he died, and then I became the murderer."

"Well, it's a sad story. Why didn't the family sign the disclaimer?"

Chen Yu really didn't want to discuss this topic. Did he tell this black man that this is a consistent trick of medical troublemakers, and let him and himself denounce the cold-blooded and merciless Chinese together?

"Do you have any requirements for accommodation?"

"The requirements are very simple, the environment is good, clean and tidy, the food is delicious, the price is cheap, the best beauty is more."

"Yes, I know a hotel. It's only ten dollars a night." Vincent automatically omitted the other requirements, only to understand, cheap.

Chen was helpless, and then readily accepted the motel.

This motel recommended by Vincent to Chen Yu is located on the outskirts of Los Angeles. The environment It was surrounded by desolate sand.

It seems that Vincent knew the owner of the motel, an old white man with a big beard and a short stature. Maybe he was in a remote place, so he had no business. The owner was dozing off at the counter.

"Hi, Ethan, I brought you a guest, a lovely asian."

Ethan opened his eyes slowly. His response seemed a little slow. He looked at Vincent and Chen Yu. "OK, 15 dollars a night."

"Hey, Ethan, don't do that. This is my brother."

"Well, if I give you cash, I'll give you ten dollars a night for breakfast."

Before Chen Yu came, he exchanged some cash, so he paid for the accommodation for ten nights.

"Do you have any papers? A driver's license is OK. "

Chen took out the green card, made a registration, and Ethan took Chen to a room.

There is no imagined mess, at least in Chen's acceptable range, a bathroom and a bedroom, one side by the window, so the light is very good."Vincent, can I have a contact number? If I need a car, I'll call you."

"Of course, I'd love to."

Before Vincent left, he hugged Chen Yu, who was not suitable for the over enthusiastic etiquette of Lao Mei.

But Vincent is a black man who knows himself well. At least Chen Yu has a pretty good impression of him.

This is my home

At least, I will live here for a long time.

Until you earn enough money, or you can't survive.

Chen took out his own salute. When he took out a metal box, Chen was very solemn.

This metal box is handed down by Chen's ancestors. Chen's father was a Jianghu warlock before his death.

Chen Yu is curious about how the semi illiterate father pursues the female school bully mother.

It is said that if you open the metal box, you need to inherit Chen's family business.

But Chen can't open the box all the time, so Chen is very happy.

After all, even a third rate doctor is better than a Jianghu Warlock. At least Chen Yu thinks so.

All of a sudden, the door suddenly opened, and Chen Yu, who was standing behind the door, stumbled, and the metal box in his hand fell to the ground.

Then, the metal box, which had been tried countless times and had not been opened, was opened in this very unstructured way.

"Sorry, I didn't hurt you." Ethan stood outside with a hamburger strip in his hand.

"Well It's OK, is it for me? "

"No, I just came up to see if you need any help. It doesn't seem to be. Goodbye."

Ethan's answer made Chen Yu's hands in the air, embarrassed and disappointed, especially when Chen Yu was hungry.

Chen Yu closed the door again and picked up the metal box on the ground.

Chen Yu thought that there was something in the metal box, maybe a secret script or a secret treasure.

But there was nothing in it, nothing in it, which made Chen Yu, who had been very disappointed, even more disappointed.

More than double the disappointment of not getting food

Chen was about to put the metal box back on the table when something hit his foot.

"Where's the dog from?" Chen found that there was an additional sanddog at his feet.

"Hey, you'd better be polite." "I am the Lord of hell, besib Vito," said the Shapi dog, turning around and speaking in a way that Chen could not understand