A Guide to Surviving the Mysterious Dungeon and the Twelve Talismans

He didn't want to know why Liu He had transformed from a middle-aged, sleazy uncle into a tall, handsome, platinum-haired man.

All he cares about is his own performance.

"Eight hundred thousand? Thank goodness, I have that on me." Liu He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the price on the bill.

He didn't complain about the price being too high, because he knew that being able to recover was already a great thing.

"Liu He, don't worry, how about you take out a loan for the medical expenses?" Zhou An said.

"A loan? No, no, no. A 30% interest rate is too high. When I was alive, I never got such a high rate from any online loan." Liu He shook his head and refused.

Upon hearing this, Zhou An raised an eyebrow.

It seems this guy was also from Earth when he was alive.

“I’ll cover the interest for you. 30% is only 24. I’ll transfer it to you directly,” Zhou An said in a deep voice.

"Huh? What are you after?" Liu He looked at Zhou An with a face full of doubt.

"I need performance support, so just tell me if you want a loan or not," Zhou An said calmly.

"Alright, since you've said so, I'll take out a loan."

"After all, you saved me. I must say, as expected of the First People's Hospital, their medical technology is truly impressive," Liu He praised.

"However, if you want me to take out a loan, you have to transfer the interest money to me first." Liu He didn't want to be taken advantage of.

“Of course, no problem.” Zhou An asked for the other party’s Tiandi Bank card number.

Then he directly transferred 24 Soul Coins over.

He now has tens of thousands of Soul Banknotes and is not short of money at all.

This is a perfect opportunity to use to become the top-performing employee in the entire hospital.

"Received. Where's the contract? I'll pay and leave after I sign it. It's been a while since I've been to a bar. I'm going to go all out." Liu He was in a hurry, wishing he could find someone to have a three-hundred-round battle right now.

Zhou An immediately called Liu Jing.

Liu Jing arrived shortly after.

She was even more excited than before.

Because it was another loan performance of 800,000.

She received a full 16,000 yuan.

Next month, after she gets paid on the 10th, she will immediately try to reach the third tier.

The loan agreement was quickly signed, and Zhou An's performance increased by another 1.6 million.

Before the next customer arrived, Director Wang came instead.

"Zhou An, how come your performance has improved so quickly?"

"It hasn't been long, and you've already made 275 million." Director Wang looked at Zhou An with a gleam in his eyes.

"I was just lucky. I ran into a few patients who needed a lot of medical expenses," Zhou An said with a smile.

"I've seen the last two bills; they were both cursed. Do you have the means to cure and remove the curses?" Director Wang asked in a deep voice.

“Yes.” Zhou An nodded.

“That’s great. I have a few clients here who are under a curse and need my abilities to suppress them.”

“Alright, I’ll have them come over so you can try to remove the curse,” Director Wang said.

“Of course.” Zhou An nodded.

He wouldn't pass up a free sales opportunity.

"But let's make it clear beforehand, all the sales figures will be credited to me, but you can get a commission." Director Wang clearly wanted even higher sales figures.

Upon hearing this, Zhou An shook his head: "Director Wang, I also want to achieve good results. My goal is to be number one in the entire hospital."

"Number one in the entire college? With your abilities? No way."

"Director Sun from the Curse Department received a Rank 9 client this month, and the revenue has already exceeded 100 million." Director Wang sneered as he looked at Zhou An.

Zhou An's expression remained unchanged upon hearing this.

It's just a turnover of over 100 million, so what does it matter?

Zhou An can instantly cure curses and all kinds of illnesses.

In addition to his ten-figure Soul Bank savings, Zhou An would allow customers to take out loans whenever they came.

It's only 100 million; he's confident he can break that barrier.

"If I don't get the results, I won't get treatment," Zhou An said calmly.

Director Wang immediately frowned, releasing a terrifying aura that pressed down on Zhou An.

"Zhou An, this is an order. You have to get treatment whether you like it or not," Director Wang said coldly.

Zhou An ignored him, sat down in the chair, put his feet on the desk, closed his eyes and began to rest.

Director Wang was furious when he saw Zhou An's attitude, but he was only angry for a moment.

Although he is the head of the emergency department, he has no right to dismiss doctors, not even nurses.

At most, they'll just give the other party a little trouble.

But judging from this guy, he clearly doesn't care about being unfairly treated.

"How about this, I have three customers in total. I'll take two commissions, and you'll take one," Director Wang said.

Zhou An didn't even open his eyes before saying, "I'll take two performance points, and you take one."

"That's impossible," Director Wang refused outright.

“I have a way to get them all to take out loans.” Zhou An still didn’t open his eyes.

"What? You can get them all loans?"

"That's impossible. All three of them are eighth-level strange beings, worth nine figures. How could they possibly take out a loan?" Director Wang didn't believe it at all.

"If I say it's possible, then it's possible. Just call the person over." Zhou An waved his hand impatiently.

Upon seeing this, the latter gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "Fine, I'll contact them to come over."

“But if you can’t get them to take out loans, then do what I said before: I need two sales targets, and you take one.”

"Okay," Zhou An said, uttering a single word.

In the blink of an eye, an hour had passed.

Director Wang arrived with something strange.

During that hour, Zhou An also received seven or eight strange cases, but they were all minor ailments.

The total revenue was only 100,000 yuan. Zhou An was too lazy to let them take out a loan for that amount of money; he found it too troublesome.

"A human? Director Wang, are you sure he can remove the curse from me?"

"You should know that even Director Sun from your Curse Department couldn't do anything about the curse on me," the eerie voice said coldly.

Zhou An scrutinized this strange eighth-order creature.

He didn't seem like a human; he was more like a monster.

Its body was hunched over, with its back bulging high, and one could vaguely make out what appeared to be a human head.

But instead of a human head, it was the head of a hideous monster.

Its entire body was covered in crimson scales, and with each breath, poisonous gas permeated the air.

However, he controlled it well, ensuring that the poisonous gas only surrounded him and did not spread outwards.

"If you can't cure me, you can eat me," Zhou An said with a faint smile as he stood up.

"Is this a hospital? How am I supposed to eat you? Director Wang, I canceled two meetings to get here."

"Is this how you make me waste my time?" The monster looked at Director Wang with a strange and cold gaze.

Director Wang's forehead immediately beaded with sweat: "President Zhao, you mustn't underestimate him. He's very capable of healing curses, otherwise I wouldn't have called you here."

"Furthermore, I also notified Vice President Zhang of Xiaodianlv Group and General Manager Zhou of Hanlian Logistics."

"If I were lying to you, why would I have invited all three of you here?"

"Oh? You invited them too? Okay, I'll trust you this once."

"Human, heal me." Zhao Tiansheng said slowly, his gaze fixed on Zhou An.

"Director Wang, please leave. I need to treat him alone," Zhou An said to Director Wang.

"You want me to leave?" Director Wang didn't want to leave; he also wanted to see how Zhou An was treating the patient.

“Yes, please leave.” Zhou An nodded.

Just as Director Wang was about to retort, Zhao Tiansheng glanced at him, and the latter immediately left the clinic.

"Please tell me about your curse, Mr. Zhao," Zhou An asked Zhao Tiansheng.

"Twenty years ago, I went to the wilderness and was cursed."

"This curse is not life-threatening, but it will gradually transform me into a monster."

"Over the past twenty years, I have gradually transformed into a monster. Although my sanity is still intact, it has been gradually eroded."

"The curse department of the First Curse Hospital is powerless against my curse; they can only delay it."

"And your Director Wang, his abilities can delay the effects of my curse even further."

“Once I truly transform into a monster, I will completely lose my self-awareness,” Zhao Tiansheng explained.

"Isn't that almost the same as being contaminated?" Zhou An said slowly.

Zhao Tiansheng shook his head: "Although I really want to, mine won't be contagious."

"And the Department of Curses also believes that this is a curse, but unfortunately, we have tried many methods but have been unable to resolve it."

Zhou An nodded: "Alright, I've finished understanding. Let's begin the treatment."

As he spoke, Zhou An grabbed Zhao Tiansheng's wrist.

“Before the treatment, I also want to make it clear that I hope you will pay the full amount of the surgery fees through a loan, Mr. Zhao,” Zhou An said in a deep voice.