pertwk Chapter 144 Gangster Doctor
Chapter 144 Gangster Doctor
Chapter 144 Gangster Doctor
Unlike regular hospitals, Lu Ze doesn't prepare any anesthetic drugs.
Or rather, even if he had it, he wouldn't bother letting such a scumbag use it.
So he simply and decisively shoved his finger into the lender John's upper left abdomen, letting him scream like a pig being slaughtered.
"Aaaaaah!"
It turned out that the spleen had ruptured.
Lu Ze stirred his fingers, sensing the state of the internal organs, and thought to himself.
Because of the "Rose Bishop's" authority over flesh and blood, his knowledge of potions includes the entire anatomy of the human body. If we take into account his exquisite control over flesh and blood, it can be said that every Rose Bishop can serve as an excellent surgeon.
However, rather than healing the sick and saving lives, most Rose Bishops would rather turn human bodies into indistinct clumps of flesh and blood to please their gods.
"Stop yelling, stop yelling, I'm treating your injuries."
Lu Ze showed no mercy, inserting another finger and twisting and adjusting its position inside the warm, sticky abdominal cavity until he pinched both sides of John's spleen. The pain stimulated John, and he began to wail and scream like a madman.
"Ouch! It hurts! I'm going to die!"
"Shut up, what's there to yell about with this level of pain?"
After locating the rupture in his spleen, Lu Ze activated his flesh magic, accelerating the regeneration of tissue on both sides of the wound. Within seconds, the tissue had healed again, and the bleeding stopped.
Because Howe screamed so loudly, John was in so much pain that he almost fainted, and was breathing heavily.
Lu Ze withdrew his finger and pressed on the wound to drain the remaining blood from the abdominal cavity. He then treated most of the external injuries, leaving only a few superficial wounds, which he then bandaged up.
It's not that he can't be fully cured, but that would be too conspicuous. At least wrapping him in several layers of bandages would reduce speculation among those who don't know the truth.
The gang leader named Charles stood behind Lu Ze the whole time and watched the entire treatment process without showing any unusual reaction.
Only after Lu Ze finished treating him did he ask, "This isn't ordinary healing ability, is it?"
Isn't what you're saying obvious?
Lu Ze glanced at him but did not answer.
This guy frequents the underworld of Backlund and must have some knowledge of Beyonders. He might be asking this to test me.
Luzer ignored his probing and instead searched John's body for the loan agreement. After thinking for a moment, he didn't tear it up but instead put it away.
"Don't worry about John going back on his word; I'll make him cancel the debt."
Behind them, the gang leader continued, enthusiastically resolving Emily's troubles, as if it weren't his men who had tried to seize the house.
Lu Ze turned around and looked at him with a half-smile.
"What do you want to do?"
This guy's sudden act of kindness is definitely not due to a change of heart, but rather because he has some ulterior motive.
"I just wanted to ask, how severe can your ability heal?"
Sure enough, Charles asked the question.
"For external injuries, as long as the brain isn't damaged or there's excessive blood loss, they should be able to be saved."
Lu Ze said casually.
After listening, Charles touched the scar on his face, lost in thought. He opened the door and had his men, who were waiting outside, carry the unconscious John away.
She remained in the apartment, watching Lu Ze.
"My name is Charles, and I'm with the Lehman Brothers. I mainly manage this neighborhood."
He introduced himself.
I think I've heard of this gang before.
Luze stood up and introduced himself, "Kafka Anderson, currently renting this apartment."
"You live here, no wonder you offered your help."
Charles nodded. "Mr. Anderson, may I ask where you currently work?"
"My main profession right now is being a mental patient."
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Charles glanced at Luze's clothes, seemingly just noticing that it was a straitjacket. He paused for a moment, then asked, "Can you use this healing ability of yours long-term?"
"Can."
Lu Ze guessed what the other party was thinking. Gangs inevitably engage in fighting and killing, and some injuries might be inconvenient to treat at a hospital, as they could be related to a case or simply be troublesome gunshot wounds. In such cases, a reliable secret doctor is needed to treat their injuries.
It seems this guy wants to recruit me as a clandestine healer for the underworld.
"So, Mr. Anderson, would you be interested in using your abilities to offer us some assistance?"
Charles did indeed ask, "As for the reward... it will be more than what a regular hospital would offer. And in return, your safety will be protected by us; in the East District, no one will dare to touch you easily."
Lu Ze thought about it for a moment.
Putting aside the rewards and security, these gangs are local bullies, and if they're willing to provide help, they can build their own network of connections.
"If there are any injured people, you can bring them to me. But don't order me around, and don't expect me to do everything for you."
Lu Ze said.
He smeared some of John's blood on the ground, flicked it lightly, and it landed on the floor at Charles's feet. With a thud, a small hole was immediately burned into the floor.
"That's natural."
Charles looked at the small, corroded hole, his eyebrows twitched, and his expression softened. "Then I hope we can cooperate happily in the future."
"By the way, do you know any places nearby where people with special abilities like mine might live?"
Lu Ze thought for a moment and asked casually.
He's a gang leader, so he should know the area very well. Maybe we can find the circle of extraordinary people through him.
"You can go to the nearby River Estuary Street. There's a bar called 'Northern Bear' there; occasionally, people with special abilities will work there."
Charles replied.
"Oh, I see. Thank you."
Lu Ze thanked him and saw him out of the apartment.
Charles chatted with him briefly, then said goodbye and left with his henchmen and the unconscious John.
Emily sat on the ground, staring blankly at everything, feeling a strong sense of unreality.
"Just like that, you're leaving?"
She said in disbelief.
"Okay, I'm leaving."
Lu Ze took the contract out of his pocket, smiled, and handed it to the brave girl. "Here, your debt should be settled. In return, could you reduce our rent a little?"
Emily took the contract and read it over and over again before she could believe it was real. She looked up at Lu Ze, her eyes quickly welling up with tears of excitement.
"Thank you...thank you..."
Fighting back tears, she managed to say, "From now on, you'll live here with me... for free..."
If it weren't for him, I would not only have lost the house my parents left me, but I would also have been arrested for murder.
"Rent-free? That's great!"
Lu Ze chuckled. "Oh right, there's one more thing. Those gangsters might come to visit occasionally. Don't be scared if they come in covered in blood in the middle of the night."
"...ah?""