Life Dungeon Game

Finding an underground doctor is quite simple: just find a few gang members on the street and ask them for directions.

These hot-blooded young people often become impatient and attack He Ao, but they quickly become friendly and amiable after He Ao persuades them with reason.

He asked several people and received several different answers, but for their own safety, underground doctors generally only accept regular customers or new customers introduced by acquaintances.

The man in front of me, wearing round-framed glasses and looking like an antique shop owner, is the only underground doctor in the area willing to accept 'stranger customers'.

"I don't know where you found out my location. Most of the time, I don't do business with strangers, but I'm curious what kind of medicine you, at your age, want to buy from me. But let me make it clear beforehand,"

At this moment, the man had already walked behind the medicine cabinet and looked at He Ao, saying, "I don't sell medicine for high blood pressure and diabetes here."

"I need an adrenaline shot."

He Ao walked to the counter, speaking calmly.

"That's interesting. You can't buy this medicine at outside hospitals without connections,"

The man glanced at He Ao, his gaze lingering on the bloodstains on He Ao's collar. He turned and walked around the corridor behind the medicine cabinet, then took out a...

A silver syringe was taken out and placed in front of He Ao.

"Old man, I must warn you beforehand that this is something to be used when you die. If you use it, you might have a brief moment of lucidity before death, just that one moment, and then you might really die. One dose costs one thousand federal dollars."

"Too expensive, seventy,"

He Ao glanced down at the label on the syringe. Jess had come into contact with these things when he was researching gene-based drugs in the previous instance. "Huiermei isn't working well. Get me some from Qunxing Pharmaceuticals."

"You're practically slashing the price right off the bat!"

The man glanced at He Ao, his pipe still dangling from his mouth, and put the syringe under the cabinet. "Old man, if you could buy this in a normal hospital, you wouldn't be here. My purchase price isn't low either."

"ninety,"

He Ao said, "The hospital price for Qunxing Pharmaceutical's adrenaline is 75 yuan per vial, and the insurance discount price is 45 yuan. The purchase price that ends up in your hands will not exceed 70 yuan."

Jiaxi looked up at her grandfather.

“The old man is an expert,” the man chuckled. “If you put it that way, my wages and the risks I take are worthless? Give me two hundred, and I’ll give you one.”

"one hundred."

He Ao reached out and picked up Jiaxi, leaning on his cane with one hand, preparing to leave.

"Okay, okay, okay,"

The man placed the syringe back on the table and sighed, "I shouldn't have opened this door today. Here's a hundred."

He looked down at the syringe. "I need one from Qunxing Pharmaceuticals."

"Old people become shrewd."

The man clicked his tongue, shook his head, rummaged under the counter for a moment, and placed the syringe bearing the inverted Starry Sea logo of Starry Pharmaceuticals on the table.

"Thank you."

He Ao glanced at the syringe, confirmed it was genuine, and then gestured for Jiaxi to grab the syringe on the table.

Then he put his granddaughter down from the syringe and took out the hundred federal dollars he had just acquired on the way.

His target price was one hundred federal dollars.

"Don't come here next time, I don't do business that loses money."

The shop owner took the money, sighed, and waved his hand.

Under normal circumstances, private doctors have their own channels and can obtain this kind of medicine at a relatively low price, so this boss actually made a profit.

He Ao took his granddaughter's hand again.

"Uncle, we're leaving."

Jiaxi raised her little hand and made a goodbye gesture to the boss.

"Okay, okay. Bye."

Looking at Jiaxi's lovely face, the shopkeeper took the pipe from his mouth and gave her a goodbye gesture.

He Ao turned around, took his granddaughter's hand, and walked outside.

The man sat behind the counter, watching the backs of He Ao and his grandson with a deep gaze.

Once the two had completely left the room and returned to the street, Jiaxi raised the syringe in her hand and asked with some confusion, "Grandpa, why did you buy this?"

"in case."

He replied slowly.

“Oh,” Jiaxi glanced at the syringe, then at He Ao, “Grandpa, you’re really good at bargaining.”

"It's because this thing was originally only worth this much money, and I just bought it at its proper price."

He Ao shook his head and reached out to rub his granddaughter's little head.

"Oh."

Jiaxi seems

He nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

"Jiaxi, did you learn the breathing technique that Grandpa taught you on the way here?"

He Ao led his granddaughter, walking under the dim streetlights.

"Learned it!"

Jiaxi nodded vigorously, "But those clumps of stuff are so hard to handle, they just flow past in an instant."

"Calm down,"

He Ao’s tone was calm and composed, giving people a sense of security. “Just like when your grandfather taught you to exercise, feel the movement of the muscles in your body, and then capture the energy flowing in your body.”

"Oh!"

Jiaxi looked up at He Ao's gray hair and wrinkled profile. She paused, wanting to say something, but ultimately remained silent.

She held He Ao's hand tightly, gripping his fingers. "Grandpa, I want to eat ice cream."

"Okay, Grandpa will buy it for you."

-

South City, Saint John Ninth Street

A thin, long-haired man reached out and pressed the screen on the wall that connected to the doorbell outside. A young man wearing a delivery jacket appeared on the screen.

The young man looked at the camera, held up the pizza box in his hand, and said, "Sir, I'm from Delicious Delivery. Your pizza has arrived."

The man stared at the outsider on the screen, then his gaze shifted to the pizza on the table, which he had only eaten one slice of.

He took a remote control out of his pocket, pressed the center button, and loud music suddenly filled the room.

As the loud music started, he slid to the table and picked up a slice of pizza.

As he chewed on his pizza, he swiped back to the screen and stared at the somewhat bewildered deliveryman on the screen.

He then pressed the open button on the desktop screen.

The iron gate in front of the villa slowly opened.

The deliveryman standing outside glanced at the courtyard behind the iron gate with a puzzled look.

The cold light shone on the quiet lawn in the courtyard, and on a large sculpture standing in the very center of the courtyard, making it appear particularly cold and dark.

And in this quiet, darkest depths, it seems as if dynamic music is playing.

"Sir, your takeout has arrived?"

The deliveryman glanced into the yard, then raised his voice and called out again, tentatively.

This time, still no one responded to him.

He hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward, preparing to cross the open iron gate.

puff--

At that very moment, a hand suddenly landed on his shoulder.

His whole body trembled, and he turned his head back, his movements slightly shaking.

A woman with a slightly chubby face, beautiful medium-length curly brown-gold hair, and wearing the same delivery uniform as him appeared in front of him.

"Don't go in, trust me."

Seeing his bewildered expression, the woman spoke directly.

"what?"

The delivery driver looked at the woman in front of him—to be honest, she was quite beautiful—and hesitated, "But I have to deliver this order..."

"Let me help you deliver it."

The woman took out a rubber band, tied her hair, which was hanging over her shoulders, into a ponytail, and then snatched the pizza box from the deliveryman's hand and put a red delivery hat on her head.

"what?"

The delivery drivers were even more confused.

However, the woman did not

Giving him time to be confused, she stepped across the gate and walked directly into the courtyard.

The courtyard in front of this villa is not large. After passing the sculpture in the center of the courtyard, you can see the small gate of the row of villas behind.

There were no windows or lights around the small door.

Only a silent, dark iron gate stood there quietly.

The woman's leather boots clicked on the stepping stones on the lawn as she continued forward.

She had only taken a few steps forward when she felt something sticky sticking to the soles of her shoes.

She lowered her head, and in the dim light, she could vaguely see some dark liquid covering the stepping stone beneath her feet.

A faint smell of blood filled the air.

Her gaze moved forward, and on the lawn not far from the villa gate, she saw a red baseball cap.

It was a delivery hat that looked exactly like the one she was wearing.