The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol

But he has always been envious of the Ford Mustang Cobra GT500 driven by Hannah. Whenever the sweet girl drives this muscle car with a red Cobra logo on it, it always attracts countless eyeballs.

"How about you find me an old classic muscle car?"

Men can't have money. They feel ashamed when they have money. Before Jack even got the money, he started thinking about playing with cars.

Now that he has accumulated a lot of life skills, it may not be a big deal for him to modify the car, but getting an old muscle car and polishing and repairing it by himself should not be a big problem.

After all, being reborn in a beautiful country, you can earn a little money at a glance. If you don’t build an authentic high-horsepower muscle car for fun, you always feel that something is missing. Who makes the gas price here so cheap?

John said he received it: "It will take up to two weeks and you will be satisfied."

Almost another hour passed, and the door to the operating room was finally opened, and the two of them hurriedly stepped forward.

"The patient has no internal bleeding for the time being, but he still needs to be monitored. The leg surgery has been completed and he will wake up in about half an hour. However, given that he may have a slight concussion, I do not recommend that you conduct long inquiries on him."

When Jia Lisi was speaking, she also noticed that John beside him had half of his face covered by a mask, but the smile lines at the corners of his eyes still betrayed her mood at the moment.

"I just need to take care of him. There is no need to ask him questions. You are busy."

Seeing that there was no one else in the entangled gaze of the two, Jack was so depressed that he gave up and continued to explain, and helped the nurse push Alejandro Mexia, who was still under anesthesia, into the ward.

Taking care of a patient is a very tiring job. Jack didn't dare to be careless. His newly filled stomach made him a little sleepy, so he could only get up and pace back and forth in the ward.

I don’t know how long it took, but Alejandro Mejia woke up with a low groan in the hospital bed.

"Where am I?"

"You're in the hospital, Mr. Messia." Jack hurriedly came to the hospital bed, stretched out his hand to hold him down, and motioned him not to move.

"You just had surgery on your left leg, and the doctor said you might have a mild concussion."

Mexia was obviously still a little confused: "Who are you? Why do you know my real name."

Jack's heart skipped a beat. The thing he was most worried about had happened. Could this person really have lost his memory?

"I saved you from two killers, remember? You accidentally fell off the overpass and I sent you to the hospital."

Mecia covered her forehead and groaned again.

"Sorry, my mind is still a little unclear. You said before that you were sent by Director Jin."

Jack breathed a sigh of relief. It's good that he didn't lose his memory.

"Ray King asked me to find you and provide protection. He should be on the plane to LA now."

"We have to leave the hospital quickly. They won't give up easily. Someone betrayed me."

Mexia's emotions suddenly became excited and she struggled to get up.

Jack held him firmly with one hand. He couldn't tell whether this guy was betrayed or if he wanted to take the money and abscond. But it didn't matter. He just had to keep an eye on this guy and hand it over to Ray King's old fox early tomorrow morning. .

"Don't get excited. Your current injury does not allow you to move. Ray King said that he has taken control of your action team. I will protect you here. The LAPD will also provide support at any time. You are safe here."

Mexia's mood gradually relaxed, but she was still mumbling to herself.

"Please be careful. They have hired professional killers. I have been avoiding these people. You must be careful. I must."

Perhaps because of the calming ingredients in the infusion, Mecia, who was relaxed, fell asleep again.

Jack habitually wanted to take out his cell phone to check the time, but then he remembered that his Love Crazy 6 had been shattered into pieces. Just then, John gently pushed the door open, glanced at the sleeping patient on the bed, and waved to him.

"What time is it now?" Jack doesn't have the habit of wearing a watch, so it would be very inconvenient without his mobile phone.

"Well, it's just after 10 o'clock. Jia Lisi gets off work at 12 o'clock. I plan to take her back later, so I'll come over to see you first."

John's expression was slightly unnatural.

"Isn't it true that she thought you were in the way and drove you away?" Jack joked with a smile.

Joking aside, being with someone was not as boring as before. The two of them chatted in the corridor outside the ward, ranging from the decoration of John's house to the muscle car model that Jack liked.

Unconsciously, the time reached 12 o'clock, and John hurriedly said goodbye to Jack and left, looking like he couldn't wait to spend the night with his beautiful lady.

Are you still so impatient at this age? Thinking that even though he fired the gun today, his emotions were still under good control, Jack was quite proud of himself.

At this time, a young Latina female nurse who looked a little thin came to him.

"Hi, I'm here to transfer the patient to the ICU for examination and check for internal bleeding."

Jack looked at her badge with some vigilance and stretched out his hand to signal: "No problem, uh, you can let me see yours."

"No problem." The female nurse took the initiative to hand over the ID card.

"Susan Taylor, how long have you been working in this hospital?" Although the photo on the ID card was consistent with the person's, Jack was still a little worried.

"A lot of five."

The female nurse spread her hands, saw Jack was stunned, and explained with a smile.

"Working in the ICU for five months, coming to the hospital for five years, uh. Also, coming to work at five o'clock in the evening."

Jack was relieved, but still said: "Okay, but I have to go with you."

"No problem." The female nurse stepped forward and skillfully lifted the bed railing, pushed the bed and walked out of the room.

Watching the nurse push Mecia into the ICU ward and close the door, Jack continued to wait boredly at the door. He looked up and saw John and Jia Lisi, who had taken off their white coats, walking over talking and laughing.

"Hi, what are you doing here?" Jia Lisi was a little surprised to see Jack.

"The nurse said what post-operative examinations were required and that the patient should be temporarily transferred to the ICU."

"But I just talked with his surgeon, and he said he would do the post-operative examination in person." Jialisi was a little confused.

"Farke!"

Jack finally realized something was wrong. The female nurse just now didn't stuff him a small note, and she didn't even wink at him during the whole conversation. He had previously thought that the other person might have a different sexual orientation.

I pushed open the ICU ward violently. As expected, there was no one inside, and the ward door leading to the passage at the other end was open.

"Where's the nearest elevator?"

Jack turned to ask Jia Lisi. Messia had not yet regained consciousness, so the other party had to use a wheelchair to transfer him and could only take the hospital elevator.

"I know, come with me."

John quickly stretched out his hand to point out the direction. The two of them ran all the way and ran around the corner of a corridor. However, they only saw the elevator door slowly closing. The Latina female nurse and a bald man in a suit and leather shoes were standing in the elevator. In front of him was Mecia, who was sitting in a wheelchair and still unconscious with her head tilted.