Resurrection Empire

After "waving goodbye" to the hunter, everyone returned to Spark Town without incident.

The town at dusk remained the same as before, with most of the people lifeless and lifeless.

It's still the curry-scented slums, and it's still the same listless crowds like zombies.

This was not the first time he had seen this scene, but Ren Zhong still felt subconsciously uncomfortable.

Although his understanding of this world has deepened a lot, and he knows the threat of ruin beasts to humans, he still cannot understand why such a gloomy social atmosphere has been formed in the context of an era of highly developed technology.

With Ren Zhong's world view based on Chinese society in the 21st century, even if it is just a matter of political affairs, he feels that there are actually many ways to slightly improve the atmosphere in the town.

At the corner of the street, a skinny old man suddenly fell to the ground silently.

The people passing by just turned away and glanced at the old man, and then continued to walk forward without asking whether he was alive or dead.

Last time, Ren Zhong also saw this scene.

His heart was touched again, and he trembled his lips. He subconsciously wanted to say something, but he shut his mouth again.

If you don't sweep one house, how can you sweep the world?

He has never lived more than twenty-four hours on this planet. He is not even an ant. He is just a mayfly. Who has the right to give advice and criticize the current situation.

…

At the junction of the white inner wall and the slums, Ren Zhong stood outside the Miaoshou Rejuvenation Clinic with his hands on his back.

He arrived here half an hour earlier than last time.

His previous plan was to go straight to the clinic when he entered the city, but something happened.

He originally wanted Zheng Tian to help him sell the body of the Crystal Wing Dragon and then transfer the money to him later.

Unexpectedly, Zheng Tian said with embarrassment that this was not cost-effective.

Zheng Tian said that if funds are transferred between Huangren's personal accounts, it will be regarded as a transaction and a 10% tax will be imposed.

She transferred money to other people in the team because the entire team was affiliated with the professional team, and the transfer name was also noted as hunting harvest sharing.

Normally, if other people in the team need to borrow money from her, they will also have to pay taxes when transferring money.

Zheng Tian’s understanding was that Ren Zhong, as a senior census officer who conducted “incognito private interviews”, had never experienced such a desolate life of having to pay taxes for private transfers. He did not know much about the people at the bottom of the desert, so he should be reminded.

Ren Zhong’s understanding is that he is penniless to begin with, and 0.08 contribution points are still money, so he can save a little if he can.

In the end, Ren Zhong followed him to Xinghuo Resource Recycling Company. After finishing his work there, he went straight to the clinic, saving half an hour of asking for information.

Ren Zhong walked in and saw Sun Miao lying on her back in a wicker chair with her back to the door, her feet crossed on the table.

A projector shaped like a flashlight in the corner shines obliquely on the wall, projecting rapidly rotating images.

At a glance, the content of the screen looks exactly like a fairy tale TV series.

A pair of men and women in ancient costumes, who look like gods and immortals, are walking up and down, attacking each other.

In the room, the bass was not deep, the midrange was inaccurate, and the treble was not sweet, and the loudspeaker sprayed out a killer sound effect mixed with half white noise and bad lines.

"Hongxia, I walked through the Tianchuan River and killed a sea-eating whale for you, how could you leave without saying goodbye..."

"Haichen, let's go. Don't follow me. I have decided to join the Beast Control Sect and will be with beasts in my life. You and I will eventually be destined to be together."

"Impossible! I won't listen, I won't listen..."

Ren Zhong felt goosebumps all over his body when he heard this. He stepped forward and interrupted Sun Miao's bad jokes, "Hello, Doctor Sun, I'm here to see a doctor."

Sun Miao didn't even look back, "Go and stay where it's cool. I'm off work today."

Ren Zhong's mouth twitched slightly, this doctor's temper was really not ordinary.

He couldn't really let himself faint and fall to the ground. He would have to die before he would take action.

"Doctor Sun..."

Sun Miao turned around suddenly and glared angrily, "Didn't I tell you that I had to get off work? Are you annoying? Didn't you notice that I was busy? Okay, if you insist on my treatment, then you will pay more. The treatment fee is Three times the normal charge, can I treat it?”

Ren Zhong froze on the spot.

He began to review the last process in his mind.

Two seconds later, Ren Zhong decided to admit honestly, "Sorry, I only have 0.8 contribution points."

"If you don't have enough money to treat a stupid doctor, get out of here."

Sun Miao held her palms straight, as if to ward off flies.

Ren Zhong finally tried: "Dr. Sun, please help me. I have terminal lymphoma and I will be alive in a few days."

Sun Miao's movements suddenly got stuck.

"Um?"

He thought he heard wrongly.

After a while, Sun Miao asked doubtfully: "Is the cancer really in the late stage?"

Ren nodded, "Maybe it's not the late stage, it's the final stage."

Sun Miao turned off the projector and stopped watching the show. She rubbed her chin as if to show difficulty, "Let me think about it and think about it. Well, since you are indeed in difficulty, I will be kind as a doctor. You lie down on the chair over there. Let me do a full body scan on you first."

Ren Zhong suppressed his mood and quietly observed the subtle changes in Sun Miao's attitude. While leaning on the recliner, he asked: "Doctor Sun, is it expensive to treat cancer? Do I have enough money?"

Sun Miao: "Of course not enough!"

Ren Zhong decided to take a gamble and stood up to leave, making a sad gesture, "Oh, I'll go back and save enough before I come back."

"What nonsense are you talking about! Do I look like someone who would risk death just for some money? If you are really that seriously ill, how much money can you save? In this way, if you really have terminal cancer, no matter how much the treatment fee is No matter how much, I will give you full credit, and you will pay it back slowly when you have money. That’s it!”

Sun Miao said while pushing Ren Zhong onto the recliner.

After weighing it in his mind for a moment, he was finally dominated by his eagerness to cure the disease and lay down.

…

Two minutes later, the projection that had previously been used to play the drama "The Dog-Blooded Fairy Tale" came on again, and a three-dimensional humanoid model of Ren Zhong's physical condition was displayed on the wall.

In the humanoid model, red patches representing the distribution of abnormal cells are scattered throughout his body along the lymphatic system. The red dots in some lymph nodes are so densely packed that they almost form a cloud.

Sun Miao gasped, "His! You are really half dead. How hard is your life? How long can you delay it? What are you thinking about all day long?"

Ren Zhong smiled awkwardly, "I didn't expect it to be so serious."

"Okay. You are lucky, I can cure it."

The subsequent treatment process was generally consistent with Ren Zhong's imagination.

Sun Miao first inserted a nerve blocking agent into the vein of his wrist.

After five minutes of waiting for the blocking agent to take effect, Sun Miao asked Ren Zhong to twist his thigh without feeling anything. Then he injected Abnormal Cell Phagocytosis Injection into the same intravenous needle and took out the brown bottle.

"This is a nutritional ointment. Take it three times a day with meals and finish it in two days."

Sun Miao ordered.

"Yes." Ren nodded, "Thank you very much. How much is the fee?"

"There are 102 contribution points in total. You give me seventy-two cents first, and then write an IOU."

"good."

Ren Zhong took the paper handed over by Sun Miao, wrote down the IOU, and immediately made a gesture to get up.

"Wait a minute and continue to lie down. There is also an immune correction potion here. It is a free gift from me. It can enhance your immunity."

"OK, all right."

There was no such thing as the immune correction potion last time. I didn't know what to do, but I did as I was told.

Sun Miao calmly picked up a syringe filled with colorless solution from the side and injected it into the side of Ren Zhong's neck.

Due to the effect of the nerve blocker, Ren Zhong felt no pain, but when he saw Sun Miao sneakily hiding the needle, there was a faint red color.

He was suddenly filled with doubts.

Free immune correction potion?

I believe you!

You clearly took away the tissue fluid from my occipital lymph node group!

You are sampling!

Ren Zhong is so smart. He grew up in a laboratory when he was studying. How can he not know how to do it? Lightning flashed across his heart.

Some specious doubts quickly came together.

In an instant, Sun Miao's image of a good person in his heart collapsed to pieces.

"Dr. Sun. You...were you just taking samples instead of injecting me with medicine? Aren't they all cured? Do you still need to take samples? Are my cancer cells useful to you?"

Sun Miao silently hid the syringe in her hand, "It's nothing."

"But I saw that there was a lot of liquid in the syringe, and there was still some blood spreading. The location where you just punctured was my posterior occipital lymph node group. Just now I saw in the scan model, the concentration of cancer cells at that location Almost the highest.”

Sun Miao was silent for two seconds. Seeing that she couldn't hide it, she decided to lie, "Go, go, go! Once the disease is cured, just get out of here. Why are there so many problems?"

Ren Zhong: "Dr. Sun, I'm just curious."

"You're so curious! You're not a doctor, why do you know so much? Oops, no! I had a bad meal at lunch and my stomach hurts! It hurts! You can do what you want. Say goodbye!"

Seeing that he couldn't get rid of the heavy task, Sun Miao came up with another plan and pretended to hold his stomach and went upstairs.

He ran away.

Ren Zhong noticed keenly that the knuckles on the fingers of this cunning guy holding the sampling needle were turning white.

He was actually extremely excited inside, as if a lottery player had won five million in a single bet!

Ren Zhong thought to himself that a cure is a cure, but he secretly took samples from me without saying hello.

Very problematic.

During the last treatment, he must have taken samples from the posterior occipital lymph node group, but he didn't mention it at all, and I didn't notice it myself.

In fact, this is not a big deal. It is natural to treat diseases and check blood.

But he hid it instead and was still so excited after the sampling was successful.

I'm afraid things are not simple.

The value of my cancer cells is probably not low.

Got tricked!

Ren Zhong glanced at the small table next to the recliner again, and the IOU was still lying there.

After walking out of the clinic, Ren Zhong held the IOU in his hand tightly, thinking to himself that he shouldn't have plotted against his savior, but he had just arrived and was broke, so it was really difficult for him to settle down and make a living.

Sun Miao should also be someone who is not short of money.

People in the world can't help themselves, so I can't help it.

Next time I must find a way to make a profit from him, at least to get the first pot of gold that is enough to establish a foothold in Spark Town!