I'm building Gundams in America

Chapter 393 The Opening of the Saints of Los Angeles (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

The lecturer looked startled and pulled his hand away as if he had been electrocuted.

He then looked at his hands in disbelief, rubbed his nose, touched his head, and exclaimed in astonishment, "Holy crap, what was that? I thought I touched an electric shock—my stuffy nose is gone, and my head doesn't hurt anymore!"

He then abruptly looked up at Wayne and said, "Bro, you scared me! What's this? Were you secretly holding a stun gun, touching it while shaking my hand?"

"Let me tell you, I received a complete compulsory education at Dongda University. It's different from your American 'happy education.' I seriously studied physics. You can't fool me with those esoteric things."

"Even though I'm begging in America, I'm begging for materialistic food."

His eyes were now filled with vigilance, clearly frightened by what had just happened.

A handshake brought a sudden warmth to his palm, and his cold was cured—this was completely beyond his comprehension.

Wayne smiled faintly and said, "Brother, don't be afraid. You can think of it as a kind of palm massage, a kind of ancient medicine, to stimulate the body's immune system."

The lecturer suddenly realized and said, "Old-fashioned Western medicine, right? This works on the same principle as gua sha (scraping therapy). I didn't know you knew this, Brother Wayne!"

"If you put it that way, I understand. All those blessing things you did in Seattle must be this too, right?"

"Traditional Western medicine massage? That definitely works."

The lecturer looked at Wayne and nodded, saying, "Brother, if you can rely on this skill, you can definitely make a living in this poor neighborhood. Let me tell you, everyone here is sick; who would come here if they weren't sick?"

He then looked at the gentle-looking man with black hair and black eyes in front of him and said, "I happen to have a few friends who are not feeling well. If it's convenient for you, could you perhaps help them with their treatment?"

"Shall we treat that?"

Wayne nodded: "Of course, but this is considered a blessing by a medium."

The lecturer looked enlightened and said, "Of course, of course, you're so insightful, brother. We absolutely cannot practice medicine without a license, this is all thanks to the blessing of the spiritual medium."

The reason he was able to survive in the chaotic streets of America for so long and even become a multi-million dollar internet celebrity is because of his quick wit.

With a gentle tap from Wayne, the lecturer understood immediately.

The instructor then led the way, taking Wayne to a street.

Besides rows of tents, there are also several trailers and RVs parked by the roadside, but they are clearly broken.

One of them was the lecturer's second-hand wheelless motorhome.

He first took out his keys and opened the RV, then gestured to Wayne to wait there for a moment before turning to find his friend.

Wayne looked around the street and realized it was indeed a good place.

Rows of tents and a large number of RVs used as shelters for the homeless were set up. There was a supply distribution point at each end of the street, and a homeless aid center was not far away.

It's practically a prime spot for homeless people to hunt in the wild.

That makes sense; the lecturer is shrewd and clever, so he obviously wouldn't treat himself unfairly.

Wayne found a spot next to the instructor's RV, took a tent out of his backpack, set it up, placed it by the roadside, and then crawled inside.

Since the plan is to establish a base in Los Angeles, street tents are naturally essential.

Most importantly, there are enough homeless people here, and according to the lecturer, most of them have various diseases, making it a good place to gain experience points.

Seeing that the experience points are about to fill another free attribute point, we must make good use of this rich source of experience points.

Wayne had just finished tidying up his tent and sat down when the lecturer led a dark-skinned, overweight Latina woman, a middle-aged Black man, a white man with gray hair, and a slightly younger Asian man over.

Upon seeing Wayne's tent, the instructor quickly looked around and said anxiously, "Brother, why did you set up a tent? There's a black guy in this area who's really domineering. He doesn't allow newbies to set up tents. If he comes later, he'll definitely kick you out. You'd better be careful—"

"I don't know what the situation is like in Seattle, but there are a lot of gangs in Los Angeles, even on the streets. There's the 18th Street gang, MS-13, the Bloods, Native American gangs, and a whole bunch of others. You have to be careful—"

Wayne nodded, his expression calm, and said, "Okay, brother—are these your friends?"

The lecturer then pulled the dark-skinned, chubby Latina woman in front of Wayne and said, "This is Juana, a Mexican woman. She keeps saying she has a stomachache. Do you think you could treat her with some traditional Western medicine?"

Oh, that blessing.

The lecturer then took out his phone and said to the translation software, "This man is my friend. He has a good relationship with God, they're like brothers. Don't be afraid, little one, I'll have him bless you and heal you."

As they spoke, the elderly Mexican woman, Juana, gazed at the lecturer with deep affection, clearly indicating that their relationship was quite special.

Upon hearing the words from the translation software, Juana looked at Wayne and said with some surprise in broken English with a heavy Mexican accent, "Saint! I know! God, I've actually met you—"

Wayne nodded and said to Juana in Mexican-accented Spanish, "Sit down, Juana. Tell me your symptoms. You can consider me a medium from the streets of your hometown, Mexico. The Virgin Mary and Bondie will bless you."

Wayne's Spanish was mixed with a lot of local Mexican slang, sounding almost like someone who had lived in Mexico for most of his life.

Juana looked shocked again, exclaiming in astonishment, "My God, you—you can speak Spanish? Oh, this must be God's arrangement—"

Her eyes were filled with excitement, as if she had met a relative from her hometown, and her gaze toward Wayne became much warmer.

Then a look of sorrow appeared on her face, and she said, "Sir, I've been having abdominal pain lately, but I don't know what's wrong. I'm an illegal immigrant and can't go to the hospital for treatment—"

The lecturer next to him whispered to Wayne in Chinese, "Brother, help me check if she's pregnant—"

Wayne remained calm and said to Juana, "Keep your head down."

The elderly Mexican woman in front of him immediately lowered her head.

Wayne raised his hand and placed it on the other person's head, instantly activating the [Basic Witch Doctor] skill.

Warm energy surged from Wayne's hands, traveled along the top of her head and torso, and quickly reached her lower abdomen.

Energy suddenly enveloped Juana's uterus, which had been damaged by multiple births and had never been able to recover, and began to be rapidly repaired.

Juana let out a soft moan of pleasure, her eyes wide with disbelief. She spoke in a trembling voice in Spanish, "Holy Mary, what—what is happening? It feels like angelic hands are caressing my abdomen—"

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Wayne sighed and said in Mexican-accented Spanish, "Juana, my child, you should have rested properly after becoming a mother, instead of going to work the very next day—"

The Mexican woman in front of me trembled, then burst into tears, saying, "God, I—I have no choice. I need to earn money for my children. I thought I could make money by smuggling myself into America, but I haven't been able to—my children are still in Mexico, and I can only work desperately—"

As she spoke, she looked at the black-haired, black-eyed man before her, suddenly kneeling down in front of him. She reached out and grasped his hand, making the sign of the cross while kissing his ring, saying, "Sir, thank you, thank you for your blessing. What I read online was true, you are a prophet, a saint—I—"

"How much should I pay you?"

She didn't say anything, but the man in front of her knew that she had returned to work immediately after giving birth, which had caused her health problems.

What else could this be but a prophet or a saint?

Not to mention that her illness has been cured.

However, she was extremely uneasy at the moment, not knowing how much the other party would charge. If it was too high, she really wouldn't be able to pay it.

Wayne smiled faintly and said, "The blessing is free, Juana, my child."

Hearing that all of this was free, Juana breathed a sigh of relief and immediately thanked Wayne again.

He then stood up, cupped the lecturer's face, and kissed him hard before turning and leaving.

The lecturer looked bewildered and asked Wayne, "Brother, what exactly is wrong with her?"

Wayne said, "She went back to work without taking a proper postpartum rest after having several children, which caused her health problems."

"Next."

[Your basic Witch Doctor skill has been improved: Master 31.4% + 0.1]

[Experience points +1]

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