11:23 AM, Miracle Clinic.
The irritable Sun Miao looked at the two uninvited guests with a sullen face.
Yesterday, he unexpectedly got a "Golden Legend" level cancer cell sample, so Sun Miao put up a "Closed for the Week" notice on the clinic door today.
He planned to have a little fun on his long-stalled path of dark research.
Unexpectedly, just as he carefully prepared the nutrient solution and was ready to inject the sample for cell multiplication, soone knocked on the door so loudly that it almost made him drop the sampling tube.
He pretended not to hear.
But the knocking escalated into pounding, like a thunderous drumbeat, making it impossible for him to focus.
Sun Miao picked up a knife and went downstairs to open the door.
Hey! The spirit won't let him off.
The persistent patient from yesterday who had no martial virtues was back, now accompanied by a big man with bandages all over his chest.
"Dr. Sun, I'm sorry to bother you. My friend is injured. If we use the regular dicine from the co-op, it'll take at least half a month for him to fully recover. I thought Dr. Sun, with your superb dical skills and good character, would be the perfect choice for help."
Ren Zhong's attitude was very sincere, completely different from his shifty businessman look from last night.
They weren't really friends, but they had so dealings that were not for outsiders to know, which made Sun Miao almost unable to curse them out.
But the gentle and refined Old Sun managed to do it anyway.
He patted the door and pointed to the large notice, "Are you blind? Didn't you see these four majestic words? Can't you read?"
Ren Zhong looked at the notice.
Wow!
This ssy kindergarten scribble.
You really are a doctor!
If the Chinese Calligraphy Association saw this, they'd definitely be overjoyed.
Amazing.
The double negative impact of the tis and dical study buried your talent, Old Sun. You should be a contemporary literary genius.
Ren Zhong hadn't looked closely earlier and really didn't recognize this as four words, thinking it was a Taoist symbol to ward off evil for a mont.
Now he squinted for a long ti, tentatively asking, "I really can't tell, vaguely looks like 'Wood Phoenix Drinking Earth'? Does it have any special aning?"
Sun Miao: "Get... This ans 'Closed for the Week'!"
The honest Wen Lei was a bit nervous seeing Sun Miao's fierce deanor.
He was afraid of offending the only doctor in this small town, in case he got blacklisted.
The big man tugged on Ren Zhong's sleeve, nervously like a timid wife, saying, "Brother Ren, let's just go back. Dr. Sun surely has matters to attend to. I told you not to disturb Dr. Sun. Uh... Dr. Sun, we're sorry, we'll just..."
Ren Zhong wasn't panicked and ignored Wen Lei's pulling, "Dr. Sun, you know it's not easy for us scavengers to make a living. Ti is money, and we really can't afford to wait. You could take a day off, fine, but a week off? That's unbearable. Isn't my matter worth such urgency for you? It's just so cancer..."
"Stop! Just stop it! Co in! I'll treat you, okay?"
Sun Miao interrupted Ren Zhong's words at lightning speed.
Ren Zhong's eyes lit up.
Got a response!
He caught sothing sensitive for Sun Miao and decisively pressed the advantage.
He moved closer, looking at Sun Miao with shining, sincere eyes, "Dr. Sun, this won't take much effort, just a minor ailnt, hardly worth ntioning compared to my cancer...laughs. Considering our cancer...friendship, it could be on the house, right?"
This is extortion!
Sun Miao felt like old blood was stuck in his chest.
"Free today! But only this once! Don't push your luck! Damn, if I had known you'd be like this, I shouldn't have saved you! I shouldn't have told you anything, should have just taken your sample and let you die outside!"
He was fuming inside.
Previously, he didn't specifically caution Ren Zhong to keep it a secret, thinking the more he emphasized it, the easier it would be to arouse suspicion; he didn't expect it to be noticed anyway.
Hearing this, Ren Zhong laughed, secretly thinking, not a chance, next ti you would still have to save .
Oh well, preferably no next ti.
...
The treatnt process was not complicated.
Sun Miao rely had Wen Lei lie down on an iron bunk, do a full-body scan, then pull a chanical arm from the wall, set the surgery and dication process, and the rest was automated.
"Anesthesia, anti-inflammatory, catalyzing cell division, then stitching, and finally bandaging. That's the basic sequence. It'll take about half an hour. I won't stay down here much longer. You guys can leave after the chanical arm is done. The treatnt cost is...forget it Ren Zhong, you can write a note."
Ren Zhong: "What kind of note? Surely not an IOU? Really, no way, right?"
"Rewrite the Closed for the Week poster and help post it at the door. Your writing is fairly neat, lacking artistic sense, but easily recognizable."
Sun Miao would never admit that his writing was ugly.
Ren Zhong chuckled, "Alright."
He hadn't imagined, after countless years, his handwriting could actually be of so use for money.
After finishing up, Sun Miao stomped upstairs, unsure if he was genuinely busy or truly didn't want to stay downstairs watching Ren Zhong, this troubleso patient, sulking.
Wen Lei lay flat, staring at his chest.
The thick chanical arm flitted up and down, resembling a butterfly flitting among flowers.
Sotis gently opening the wound to remove dead tissue, sotis extending a small needle to spray anti-inflammatory dication evenly.
"Brother Ren, many thanks to you today. With Dr. Sun's dical skills, I'll be able to move again in three days at most."
Ren Zhong laughed, "No need to ntion it, Wen Lei. Zheng Tian ntioned your solid skills, and I'm counting on you, as a true chanical warrior, to guide . Recover well, and in three days you'll give real combat training."
"Sure! But since we can't move these three days, I can't demonstrate in real combat for you, but I can still guide you verbally."
Ren Zhong laughed, "Great."
That was one of the reasons he was eager to help Wen Lei heal.
Wen Lei sighed, "Luckily it's only three days; if I'd really needed half a month, it would've been troubleso."
Ren Zhong: "What trouble?"
"Three days is manageable. But if it was half a month, the other team mbers couldn't possibly wait that long for ; they'd definitely find external reserves, and if others are better and everyone works well together..."
Wen Lei didn't finish, but Ren Zhong understood his aning.
He might be replaced.
When Zheng Tian's team first saw Ren Zhong, they abandoned him without a second thought.
Even though it seems the current team is getting along well, the world's nature is harsh.
Being overly nice often doesn't end well.
Zheng Tian, climbing from an ordinary scavenger to her current level, clearly isn't soone easily bound by so-called emotions.
Moreover, Zheng Tian might not truly be as warm towards others as she appears.
Being discarded like rubbish, left exposed to the wild, leaves a scar on the heart that's not easily healed.
To Ren Zhong, Zheng Tian's warmth always seed theatrical.
"Never mind, since none of that has happened, there's no point thinking about what-ifs. Right?"
Ren Zhong felt cold at heart, but had a smiling face.
His chill was aid at Zheng Tian, not at Wen Lei.
He still rembered, in his most desperate and hopeless ti, this seemingly fierce strongman Wen Lei had said that being just an ordinary person yet managing to fight a First Level Ruined Beast was impressive; dying just like that would be a pity.
So Wen Lei was actually the first to suggest saving him; it was just negated by that fool Ou Youning.
When Wen Lei left, his eyes showed regret, but he had no decision-making power.
In the whole team, Ren Zhong didn't chat much with Wen Lei, but his impression of Wen Lei was the best.
"Hmm, but Brother Ren, you're quite sothing. Based on previous experience, treatnt for this kind of injury typically costs at least 10 Contribution Points, yet such a stingy guy as Dr. Sun waived the fee for us. Zheng Tian was right about you being a great figure."
Ren Zhong laughed heartily, "Not at all, not at all."
"No, really, those 10 points are significant!"
"How so?"
The two conversed for quite so ti, and only then did Ren Zhong, who had splurged on a Magnetic Storm Hand Grenade yesterday, truly grasp what 10 Contribution Points ant in such an extrely oppressive context.
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