I'm building Gundams in America

Chapter 395 Bloodthirsty Dog King (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles is a top-tier comprehensive hospital in the United States, belonging to the first tier in California and even the entire country.

The hospital is among the top in the United States in the fields of cardiovascular, neurosurgery, orthopedics, and oncology, and is the preferred medical choice for Hollywood celebrities.

The fact that this white man, Parker, could become a surgeon at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center and wield a scalpel is enough to show that he is a top-notch surgeon.

At least in America, it's absolutely top-tier.

It's truly lamentable that he fell from the top of the pyramid to this state in just one accident.

However, this is the norm in America.

This event is also recorded in Doctor Strange.

Even Parker's desire to turn to spiritual and supernatural forces for answers after a long illness is very similar to Doctor Strange's choice.

Wayne sighed, a look of pity on his face, and placed his hand on Parker's forehead, instantly activating [Basic Witch Doctor].

power.

A warm, healing power surged into Parker's body, and he murmured, "This—this is truly—unbelievable—God, I've always lacked reverence for the supernatural, but now it seems I was so wrong—"

Then he turned sharply to Wayne and said, "No—I think my mistake was in lacking reverence for you—God, you are a true saint—"

As a former top surgeon, he could naturally sense what was happening inside his body.

The damaged nerves and tendons in his hands and left foot are gradually healing!

Even tendons that were once stuck or misaligned began to wriggle as if they had come alive, and started to reconnect rapidly.

An almost unbearable tingling and soreness spread through his hands, and Parker couldn't help but burst into tears. He knew that his limbs were recovering so rapidly that his nerves couldn't keep up with the pace of recovery.

"A miracle—this is a miracle!" Parker knelt down and suddenly burst into tears.

Seeing this, the lecturer grinned, took out his phone, and reopened the live stream, saying, "Guys, I'm adding an extra session right now. I'm with that Wayne guy I just met today. He's really... amazing, guys. I've never seen anything like it before. It's like an old Western doctor forcing a patient to have an illness—"

"Let's say that if Washington had met my brother Wayne back then, he might have survived. This is a true old-school Western doctor. Look at Parker, he just had a tumor, with one hand on each side and the other on the other side. Now he can walk normally and his hands can open. In 1799, the founding father of the United States, Washington, got a throat infection. The doctors at the time followed the mainstream bloodletting therapy and bled him five times in one day, totaling 3000 milliliters, which is about 60% of the total blood volume in the human body. He was bled to death."

Wayne had finished blessing Parker and removed his hand from Parker's forehead, leaving Parker with a reluctant expression.

Wayne said calmly, "Parker, your injury is too old and requires multiple blessings to fully heal. Pick up the scalpel again, and come here to see me every day from now on."

At this moment, Parker jumped up, stomped his feet, clenched his fists, and found that the muscle adhesions and nerve misalignments caused by his injury had been greatly improved.

You could even say they're no different from normal people.

It's just that some very delicate movements are not performed well.

This completely exceeded his expectations and delighted him.

When Parker heard Wayne say that with just a few blessings, his hand could be restored to its original state and he could pick up a scalpel again, he could hardly believe his ears!

He wouldn't even dare to dream of such a dream.

All he had ever asked for was to stop having a tumor, to be able to fully unfold his hand, and to be able to do odd jobs.

Now, Wayne's hopes for him have far exceeded his imagination!

Parker collapsed to his knees again with a thud, burying his face in Wayne's lap and sobbing uncontrollably. His voice trembled as he choked out, "Thank you, Saint, thank God! Thank you! You gave me a second life, you gave me a new life! God bless you, may your holy light shine upon all of America—"

Falling from heaven to hell, from the top of the pyramid to the streets of homeless people, all of this numbed his heart and made him lose all hope.

He came here with the lecturer today with only the hope of psychological comfort, but what happened was nothing short of a miracle, completely exceeding his expectations.

At this moment, he cried uncontrollably, as if he had become a child again, and lay on his father's lap.

The lecturer pointed the camera at Parker and said, "Holy crap, guys, this foreigner was cured by my brother Wayne's old-fashioned Western medicine techniques. This is no acting, he's really cured. The foreigner is crying with emotion, and I almost cried too. It's so touching!"

"Let's talk about this: aren't Western and traditional Chinese medicine practitioners interconnected? This is real healing! Brothers in the live stream, please give my brother Wayne a like and a follow! —"

At this moment, Parker finally calmed down, took Wayne's hand, kissed his ring, and then said to Wayne, "Saint, you saved my life, you are my messiah, and I will spend the rest of my life repaying you—I know it wasn't God who helped me, it was you who helped me—"

His eyes were filled with determination as he continued, "I think what I can do is to get more people to believe in you and become your followers. Please believe me, I will definitely do it—"

As he spoke, he kissed Wayne's ring again, got up and left, as if he had made up his mind.

Seeing that all four people he brought had been cured by Wayne's old Western medical method, the lecturer ended the live stream and said excitedly, "Brother, this old Western doctor's method is really amazing! If Donut had met you back then, he wouldn't have had to go to the hospital and let the doctor touch his back and charge him more than six thousand US dollars—should I go and help you get a few more people? Are you sure you want to keep doing this for free?"

"But the bigger the tree, the more the wind will blow, bro. You old Western doctor can't be too ineffective, but being too effective isn't good either. The situation in Poor Street is too complicated. If you become famous, it will definitely attract the attention of those gangs and the police, and cause trouble."

"I know a guy named Tang who sells savory pancakes. He made some money selling pancakes, but I don't know his last name anymore. He even took on a female apprentice. After learning how to make them for a month, the apprentice immediately called the police, got him arrested, and all the money he made was confiscated by his fine."

"If you ask me, you should livestream yourself blessing and treating these people on the street, then create a number of accounts and start livestreaming on TikTok and Douyin, and also get a YouTube account. People all over the world love to see how miserable Americans are, and you'll make a fortune just from the tips."

The instructor was now gesturing wildly, already starting to plan the upcoming activities for Wayne.

Just then, Wayne's phone vibrated. He glanced at it, stood up, and smiled at the lecturer, saying, "No rush, lecturer, I need to go somewhere first. Do you know how to get to Dick's Pet Shop?"

The lecturer paused, then said somewhat nervously, "I've actually seen this place before. It's just two streets away, next to a supply depot. But that pet shop seems to be connected to a gang. I often see some black guys sneaking in to trade—"

"What are you doing there? You can't go to that place, bro—"

Wayne smiled slightly, patted the lecturer on the shoulder and said, "It's okay, brother, you wait here for me, I can go by myself."

As he spoke, he walked towards Dick's Pet Shop.

Seeing Wayne leave, the lecturer gritted his teeth and muttered, "It's all thanks to the old man's protection—I was mainly worried you'd get beaten up, and then I'd have to rely on my connections—"

As he spoke, he chased after Wayne.

The two quickly crossed two streets, and along the way Wayne was amazed by the scenes of the poor streets of Los Angeles.

This place is much more chaotic than Seattle.

Los Angeles winters aren't cold, so there are basically no people who freeze to death. However, two to three thousand homeless people still die every year, and their deaths are quite dramatic.

Deaths from overdose of the enhancer accounted for about 40%, with the remainder being deaths from disease and violent homicide.

The homeless people here are generally more irritable than those in Seattle, probably because the weather is warmer and people are more active.

They soon arrived outside Dick's Pet Shop.

Even in this poor street full of homeless people, there is a pet shop.

"Many of the homeless people here keep dogs or cats, and they're closer to them than their own fathers, because they're their only family. Many of them would be devastated if they lost their pets. Sometimes they come here to treat their pets because they can't afford to go to other shops." The lecturer said in a low voice, "In addition, you can openly buy veterinary sedatives and the like here. Many homeless people come here to buy them and inject themselves. They are a substitute for stimulants, which are safe, healthy, and have few side effects."

At that moment, three Black men were standing at the door chatting. When they saw Wayne and the lecturer, their expressions turned hostile.

The lecturer quickly said to Wayne, "Brother, the almanac isn't right today. I think we should come back another day. If you want to buy a dog, a couple more days won't make a difference. Don't let these black guys mistake us for dogs and mate us. Even the Empress Dowager can't protect me then!"

Wayne smiled slightly, patted the lecturer on the shoulder, and walked in on his own.

There were many iron cages around the pet shop, containing many cats and dogs, while the counter was made of wire mesh with bulletproof glass.

Upon seeing someone enter, the pack of dogs immediately began barking wildly.

"Hello, I'm here to pick up my dog," Wayne said to the burly, dark-skinned man in a red down jacket behind the counter.

A gold pendant with the word "blood" was hanging from the chest of the dark-skinned, chubby man.

There were still a few people in the store at that moment. When they heard the noise, they all turned around and looked over, and some even walked over to surround the store.

The lecturer's legs went weak, and he grabbed Wayne, whispering, "Brother, let's get out of here. These are Blood Gang members. Forget about Old Buddha, even Old Washington can't protect us. Only Old Lincoln might be able to try—"

If he had known that this shop was run by a street gang like the Bloods, he would never have come here.

This is clearly an illegal trading den.

The lecturer looked nervous as he noticed that several black men in the store had surrounded him and Wayne.

He immediately flashed a bright smile, activated his auspicious greeting mode, and said, "God bless you! Bro! You're all incredibly handsome guys!"

His street philosophy is: the sweeter you are, the less likely you are to get beaten up.

The next instant, several Blood Gang members suddenly bowed to Wayne and shouted, "Godfather Wayne!"

Immediately afterwards, the large, fat Black man took a cage, opened the cage door, and said respectfully, "Brother Saul has already informed us that your beloved dog has been delivered in advance via pet mail, and the little guy is having a great time."

As they were talking, a black shadow suddenly darted out of the cage, pounced on Wayne's arms, and started licking him incessantly. It was the dog, Wick.

At this moment, the beggar dog Wick had shrunk a size compared to before, and looked even more muscular, with its fur glossy and smooth, wagging its tail wildly at Wayne.

The moment the beggar dog Wick emerged, all the dogs in the pet shop that had been barking wildly suddenly fell silent, lying on the ground and whimpering softly.

【Battle Pet: Bloodthirsty Dog King (Level 3)】

[Your skill level as a Witch Doctor has been improved: Master 31.7% + 0.1]

[Experience points +1]

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