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"Take care leaving, sir."

Dressed in a white lab coat, Chen Miao stood at the entrance of the clinic, watching the retreating figure of the man hobbling away at the corner of the alley, and couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

Not bad at all.

This operation had brought in a total of 9016, deducting the 800 to be paid to Doctor Gou, and not counting the rent for the moment, that's a net profit of 8216 credit points.

Perfect, this one job had brought in 2 units of Grade F material "Fox-Tail Grass" *2; just one more job, and the expense of manufacturing the occupational weapon "Python R6 Revolver" would be fully covered.

"Miao."

Just then, Hungry Monkey from the clinic approached Chen Miao, pulled him to a corner by the clinic's door, and whispered, "I don't think this patient is just an ordinary person. He might have some background. Are we really not going to be targeted for revenge if we keep doing this?"

"Nonsense, of course, we will be,"

Chen Miao rolled his eyes at Hungry Monkey. "If it were you who got conned like this, wouldn't you want revenge? Who could stand for it?"

"Ah, so what should we do next, Miao?"

"The monk may run away, but the temple can't run with him. What are you afraid of?"

Chen Miao looked toward Doctor Gou, who was still standing at the entrance of the clinic, lost in a daze and shock, and said meaningfully, "Do you think we are the monks, or the temple?"

Hungry Monkey suddenly had an epiphany and nodded; there were indeed perks to being the monk.

...

Time quickly reached late at night.

It was almost twelve o'clock at midnight.

After a hard day's work, Chen Miao and Hungry Monkey were reluctantly saying goodbye to Doctor Gou. That night they had a total of 5 customers, including the first one.

Two of the customers were rather tough, hobbling away immediately after getting off the operating table, while the remaining two handed over the money obediently.

After all the costs were deducted, the profit for the night was 21000 credit points.

He didn't wear a watch.

It was all in Hungry Monkey's account.

"You've all worked hard."

Doctor Gou, full of admiration, was shaking Chen Miao's hand vigorously, "Especially you, Boss Chen. You really are a genius and a good man. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have known that making money could be this simple in the world."

"Make sure you all arrive on time tomorrow!"

"I still have so much to learn, and when I leave, I will definitely give Boss Chen a big red envelope, a modest fee for apprenticeship, please be sure to accept it!"

"..."

Chen Miao stared a little oddly at the gleam in Doctor Gou's eyes, which were filled with sincerity and gratitude, and even admiration, jealousy, and rich greed.

But there was one thing missing... no worries, or rather, no fear?

Didn't this man worry that those people would come seeking revenge tomorrow?

And it seemed he was planning to make this into a regular thing, to glorify and expand it, as if he had no concern about the future reputation of his clinic. His uncles and aunts down in the netherworld would probably be agitated enough to come back to life.

You had to admit the man had thick skin.

Originally planning to run off tonight, he suddenly felt somewhat guilty about duping such a naïve person, so he coughed softly with one hand clenched into a fist and hinted in a lowered voice.

"Actually, there's a bit of risk involved in this business,"

"Doctor Gou, you should be more cautious."

"It doesn't matter!"

Doctor Gou grinned, pointing to the sign on the storefront "Big Sunflower Clinic": "To be honest, I was about to go bankrupt, I can't even pay the rent for next quarter."

"I've put in way too much effort for this clinic over the years."

"Letting someone skilled with the scalpel run a clinic is honestly too big of an industry jump."

"Worried about the customers' prejudices, I changed the name from Little Sunflower Clinic to Big Sunflower Clinic, but it hardly made a difference. Truly, as Boss Chen said, meeting needs can only make ends meet, only creating needs can make one wealthy."

"I've completely understood it all this evening."

"Boss Chen, you're destined to make a fortune. If I manage to get on my feet in the future, I will surely repay this kindness."

"..."

Chen Miao touched his nose, and for a moment, he didn't quite know what to say either. This guy was straightforward and honest, but he wasn't sure if he could take a punch. The ones coming for revenge tomorrow probably wouldn't come alone...

"Okay, we're leaving now. See you tomorrow."

Having said that,

Chen Miao took the lead and headed into the dim alleyway, while Hungry Monkey, whose mouth was grinning almost ear to ear and couldn't close, eagerly followed. He had 20,000 credit points in his pocket!

He had never been this rich in his life!

...

Late at night, the early hours of the morning.

"Boss!"

Sitting at the barbecue stall, Hungry Monkey looked at the menu, unable to help swallowing saliva continuously. Waving his hand, he called out loudly, "Give me 3 orders of fried noodles, 10 grilled oil cakes, 10 grilled white buns, two bottles of beer, and 10 skewers of grilled tendon!"

Then he turned his head to look at Chen Miao sitting beside him: "Miao, you take a look and order whatever you want, hey, thanks for treating me to a full meal today."

"..."

Chen Miao rolled his eyes at Hungry Monkey speechlessly: "I give you the power to order and this is what you choose? Didn't we say we made a big score today, that you could order anything you like?"

"This is already a lot for me, on a normal day I just eat two orders of fried noodles. Today, with Miao treating me, I get to eat so many grilled oil cakes and white buns, I can finally be full!"

"That... we still need to save some money for later. It's not easy to make money, those grilled meats are expensive and they don't fill you up. It's a waste for me to eat that stuff since I have a big appetite and won't get full."

Clearly, Hungry Monkey was extremely satisfied with the dishes he ordered today.

"Sigh."

Chen Miao sighed lightly, took the menu again, and called the owner: "Add another 500 worth of grilled meat, whatever chicken cartilage or wings you have, just bring them on, no dietary restrictions here."

"And throw in 4 more bottles of beer."

"It's not every day we make a big haul, let's have a good meal, get full so we can sleep, and go buy materials in the Seventh District tomorrow morning, I've already scoped out the place these past few days."

"We're not going to the clinic tomorrow?"

"The hell why would we go there, to get beaten up together?"

"Ah? But we've paid the day's rental fee, isn't that a bit of a loss?"

"I know, it's not your fault, let's eat."

"Er... okay."

The dishes were quickly served one after another.

Hungry Monkey had a big appetite. Although he looked scrawny, his stomach was like a bottomless pit, and he could down plate after plate of fried noodles without seemingly getting full.

Hungry Monkey once told him that he always had a big appetite. Since his parents died when he was young and he was adopted by an orphanage, he was always hungry. Other kids used to call him Cheap Monkey, but he didn't elaborate much. Eventually, the name Hungry Monkey just stuck.

An ordinary person.

Nothing really stood out about him. If he hadn't met him, he might have been able to become a food livestreamer or something in the future, since Hungry Monkey's way of eating looked really appetizing. He actually enjoyed watching him eat like the wind sweeps the fallen leaves.

Chen Miao didn't eat much.

He lit a cigarette and placed it in his mouth, leaning back on his chair, tilting his head back with a tipsy gaze after downing his glass of beer, looking up at the night sky.

At that moment, a girl carrying a speaker came up to him and asked in a low voice if he wanted a song, just 10 credit points per song.

He waved his hand, signaling Hungry Monkey to pay.

Soon the girl's singing enveloped him. It was very pleasant to listen to, a bit melancholic. He had never heard this song before; it was unique to this world. The song, along with the night breeze, gradually carried his thoughts away.

But just then—

A commotion suddenly erupted nearby.

A middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes was approaching their barbecue stall with a dark expression, surrounded by a crowd of people, while a young follower was indignantly punching the air, saying,

"Boss, don't worry, tomorrow I'll take the guys and smash that damn clinic!"

"They dared to set up a trap for the boss!"

"They're way too arrogant!"