I'm building Gundams in America

Chapter 394 The Old Western Doctor's Skills Are High (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Hearing Wayne's words, the lecturer sighed and said, "Women here in America don't observe the postpartum period. I've even seen people who just gave birth on the street, and before the blood had even been wiped away, they took a strip of painkillers and went to work—"

The practice of postpartum care is a tradition in East Asian culture, and the earliest postpartum care centers originated on a small island in Taiwan.

In Western societies, especially in the United States, the concept of paid maternity leave and postpartum care has never existed.

This was also one of the cruel questions that a user from the University of Tokyo innocently asked during the East-West accounting competition:

Why don't you Americans observe the postpartum confinement period?

American netizens were often taken aback, with many realizing for the first time that there was such a thing as childbirth and postpartum care.

Does that mean she doesn't want to have postpartum confinement?

There is really no paid maternity leave. If I stop working, I won't earn a living. If I don't go back to work after giving birth, what will I do about the baby's formula and diapers?

As for postpartum pain?

Painkillers are plentiful; a bottle of ibuprofen with 1000 tablets is on sale for only $9.9 at the supermarket.

If you eat it, the pain will naturally subside.

The lecturer's face now showed a look of pity, a result of his background in education at the University of Tokyo; he was clearly feeling sorry for the elderly Mexican woman, Juana.

He then gestured to a Black man in line next to him and said in broken English, "Hey bro, you're here, best wishes."

The black man rushed to Wayne, glanced at Juana who hadn't gone far, then at Wayne's attire, and immediately knelt down like Juana, trembling as he said, "Oh, sir, God bless you, I—I'm in so much pain all over my body, I don't know what's wrong with me—"

Wayne said gently, "Lower your head, Adrian."

The Black man trembled when Wayne called his name accurately. He then glanced at the lecturer with some confusion, assuming that the lecturer had told Wayne his name, before lowering his head.

Wayne raised his hand and placed it on the man's head, instantly activating the power of a basic witch doctor.

A surge of warm energy flowed into the man's body, traveled around, and immediately revealed that his central nervous system was severely damaged.

It's obvious that they inhaled too much of the enhancer.

And he is already showing symptoms of drug withdrawal.

Without the slightest hesitation, Wayne used the basic witch doctor's energy to briefly repair the other party's nerves, while simultaneously activating the unique power of the Sanctuary Lord, [Purifying Light].

Adrian, whose body had begun to tremble, suddenly froze, his eyes, which had been half-closed, widening instantly as he stared at Wayne in disbelief, letting out a groan of pleasure: "God—Jesus Christ—Sir—what have you done? My brain—is the light of heaven shining on my brain?"

But in the next instant, the pleasant feeling of his central nervous system being repaired vanished abruptly, leaving Adrian feeling somewhat disappointed.

His gaze toward Wayne now held a mixture of gratitude and awe.

Only he knows what happened in that instant; it felt like an eternity, and he wished it could have lasted even longer.

His craving for the enhancer vanished instantly, as did the pain that had been troubling him throughout his body, and his eyes shone with light!

Seeing this, the lecturer beside him also widened his eyes, grimacing as he said, "My God, brother, what kind of treatment is this old Western doctor using? I've known Adrian for so long, and he usually just squints and begs for money on the street with a jar in his hand. This is the first time I've ever seen him stare so wide!"

Adrian, his face filled with gratitude, bowed to Wayne with his hands clasped in prayer, then frantically made the sign of the cross on his chest, saying, "Sir, you must be an angel sent to me by God. Thank you, thank God, God bless you!"

He then stood up and hugged the lecturer tightly, saying, "Thank you, bro. Your friend saved me. You are an angel sent to me by God—"

He then abruptly released the lecturer and turned to Wayne, saying, "Sir, I want to repay you. I'll go beg right now and give you all the money I beg for the next week—"

He nodded to Wayne and the lecturer, then turned and left.

Wayne never held out much hope for such a promise of poisonous insects; he knew that if the other party actually made money, they would inevitably use it to buy the enhancer.

The light of purification only provides temporary relief; only through frequent purification or by living in a shelter can one completely eradicate drug addiction.

Having seen so much, I've long since become indifferent to joy and sorrow.

Seeing how intense Juana and Adrian's reactions were, Wayne's blessing was clearly very effective. The remaining two exchanged a glance and hurriedly rushed over to receive Wayne's blessing.

The young Asian man was the first to approach Wayne, immediately kneeling down and saying, "Brother, please, give me some of that old Western doctor's treatment. My back hurts terribly, it feels like it's about to break—"

The lecturer chimed in, "Brother Wayne, this is my friend Xiao Wu. After coming to America, he looked for work at Ding Pangzi Plaza. He worked hard for over a month on a construction site, almost breaking his back, but the boss said he delayed the project and wouldn't pay him—"

"He came from the wrong lane and didn't dare to call the police. He was really desperate, so he contacted me online and asked me to teach him how to jungle."

Wayne looked at Xiao Wu in front of him and asked in fluent Chinese, "What did you do in China before? Why did you come to America?"

Xiao Wu sighed and said, "Don't even mention it, bro. I used to work in wedding photography in China, and I even had my own little photo studio. But I kept watching Hu Chenfeng's videos, saying how great America is, so I came here as a tourist and stayed illegally."

"If I ever run into him, I'll definitely slap him across the face!"

Wayne then asked, "Have you applied for political asylum?"

Xiao Wu shook his head and said, "No, we talked to the lecturer. How you live is your own choice, but you can't just complain about your mother just because you've moved to a different place. That would be going too far."

Wayne nodded, raised his hand and placed it on Xiao Wu's head, instantly releasing the power of [Basic Witch Doctor].

Warm energy flowed along the top of his head and spine, quickly relieving Xiao Wu's lower back pain.

Feeling his back injury improving, Xiao Wu couldn't help but cry tears of joy, saying, "Brother, thank you, thank you so much! You're like Guanyin Bodhisattva reincarnated! I haven't been able to sleep because of the pain lately, and I didn't dare take painkillers for fear of getting addicted and ruining everything—your old Western medicine doctor's methods are simply amazing, even better than the massage therapists at the traditional Chinese medicine hospital back home—"

Although the man in front of him had black hair and black eyes and looked like a typical Roman, Xiao Wu felt incredibly close to him as he listened to his words. For some reason, it gave him the same sense of security as a police officer from the local police station back home.

"I've figured it out, bro. America is hell for people without money. There's no safety net like back home. Being poor back home is one thing, but being poor in America can really kill you."

"I'll struggle for a few more days. If it really doesn't work, I'll quickly seek help from the embassy and go back home. I'll admit my mistakes, accept the punishment, and face the fact that I'm an idiot."

Xiao Wu was still rambling on when he was pushed to the front by the last white man.

The white man's hands and feet were clearly injured; he walked with a limp, and his fingers were strangely twisted.

At this moment, he knelt down before Wayne with a devout expression, his hands clasped in prayer, and murmured, "Sir, in the name of God, I beg you, please bless me—I have seen your videos online, and I know that you have performed exorcisms and blessed many people in Seattle, and they have all been saved—"

"I even considered saving up to travel to Seattle to ask for your blessing, but I never expected to meet you in Los Angeles. This is truly my blessing, and I believe it is God's and your mercy upon me."

As he spoke, the white man covered his face with his twisted fingers, tears streaming down his face.

Wayne was surprised that the white man in front of him was a Saint Peters fan, and said gently, "Parker, tell me, what happened?"

The white man said in a trembling voice, "Sir, I used to be a surgeon at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles. I had everything I wanted until a car accident. My hands and feet were severely injured and incurable—"

"I can no longer hold a scalpel—in just one year, I lost everything: my house, my marriage, my family, I—I—"

At this point, the white man couldn't continue, and tears quickly streamed down his face.

The lecturer next to him clicked his tongue and said, "My god, everything that was said in the beginning of Doctor Strange was true—no wonder the protagonist, a top doctor, had to beg for food after his hand was ruined—the fall from grace in America is like a slide down a slope—"

[Your basic Witch Doctor skill has been improved: Master 31.5% + 0.2]

[Experience points +2]

>