America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

"Don't be afraid, who hasn't secretly drunk it before?"

Wade picked up a glass and poured wine.

"The law is really strange, isn't it? You can get married at 18, but you have to drink alcohol at 21."

Wade waved the glass in front of Peter and drank the wine he had poured out himself.

"In Russia, boys as young as six are already secretly trying alcohol."

“I heard that in Aurora, they let one- or two-year-old children taste the wine with chopsticks,” John said from the side.

“Speaking of which, I just bought a used car for an elderly Chinese man today,” Wade said.

"Hmm?" Peter looked at Wade.

“Mr. Wade, is the elderly Chinese man you’re talking about someone with completely white hair, a nose like this, who’s always smiling and very kind? He didn’t go to buy the car alone; he was with a young man who wore black-rimmed glasses like me?” Peter described his father and Li Qun to Wade.

"God, how did you know? Can you read minds?" Wade was shocked.

“Actually, the young man who accompanied the elderly man to buy a car was my classmate and my friend,” Peter said.

"What a small world," Wade remarked.

“My father was a kung fu master, and Li Qun was his apprentice.”

"Kung Fu? Aha~!" Wade laughed.

“I also know a kung fu master, but he’s blind,” Wade said.

“John, do you know Kane?” Wade asked, turning his head.

“Yeah!” John nodded.

“Dad taught us to drive this summer,” Peter said.

“My driving skills are just average,” Wade said.

“Me too,” John said.

After chatting for a while, Uncle Ben, who was off work, drove up to pick up Aunt May and Peter to take them home. As he left, John handed the house key to Peter; they were heading to the hospital early.

"Oh, so it was Peter who brought the dumplings?" Wade exclaimed.

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Peter ate breakfast early and rode his bicycle to John's house.

After entering the house, Peter found a note that John had left for him.

John told Peter he could make himself something to eat using any ingredients in the refrigerator, and that they might not be back until late. If John and Helen weren't home by six o'clock in the afternoon, Peter could go home by himself.

Peter took out "The Great Gatsby" from his backpack and started reading. The book wasn't thick, and he had already read half of it in the past two days; with a little more time, he would be able to finish it.

Peter was engrossed in his book when, after what seemed like an eternity, the doorbell rang.

Peter looked up; he knew his work had begun.

Hello, how can I help you?

Peter stood at the door, where the visitor was a bald man wearing a black trench coat.

"Hello, is John Wick home?"

“Mr. John is not home today,” Peter replied.

When will he be back?

"uncertain."

"Son, do you have John's phone number?"

“No.” Peter shook his head.

"Excuse me. If Mr. John gets home, I hope you can tell him that Mr. Black came to see him."

"My name is Blackfriars, and this is my business card."

After Peter accepted the business card, the bald man with an upright demeanor turned and left.

Chapter 64 Save Helen

Welcome home.

"Peter, thank you for watching the house for us. Would you like to join us for dinner?"

"No, thank you. Aunt Mei has made dinner and is waiting for me to come back."

"This paper lists the guests who visited today. Some left their business cards, and some said, 'Mr. John, you can tell who they are just by looking at their names.'"

“Peter, we’re going to the hospital to see the doctor tomorrow, and we’d like to trouble you to watch the house for us again,” John said to Peter.

“Great, I have nothing to do during summer vacation,” Peter replied with a smile.

"What did the doctor say at the hospital today?" Peter asked with concern.

“The doctor we saw today was Indian, and I didn’t think he was reliable, so I asked the hospital to change our doctor,” John told Peter.

"I hope you can find a good doctor."

Thank you for your kind words.

“Peter, if you feel lonely watching the house by yourself, you can call your friends over to keep you company,” Helen said to Peter.

"My friend?"

"If I could get them to come out."

"be careful on the road."

John stood at the door watching Peter ride away on his bicycle, and he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

The Indian doctor John met today told him that Helen's condition was not optimistic; Helen's medical examination report indicated that she had blood cancer, also known as leukemia.

John already knew that Helen had leukemia, but Caitlin Cancer Center Hospital required them to undergo another medical examination to confirm the diagnosis and avoid misdiagnosis.

The treatment of leukemia differs from that of other malignant tumors. Since there is no surgically resectable site, its treatment is holistic, and different individuals with leukemia have different emphases. The treatment plan proposed by Indian doctors is intensive chemotherapy.

“John.”

Helen and John embraced.

“Don’t worry, I’ll find a way,” John Wick whispered in Helen’s ear.

John didn't want Helen to undergo strong chemotherapy.

Hair loss is just one of the least noticeable side effects of chemotherapy; other side effects such as bone marrow suppression, neurotoxicity, gastrointestinal reactions, and impact on fertility are far more serious than hair loss.

John had also seen bone marrow transplant therapy, but he couldn't imagine how Caitlin Cancer Center could find someone who matched Helen's bone marrow for them.

“John, look, Peter can also draw comics.”

Helen, holding the list of visitors left by Peter, discovered that Peter had drawn a cartoon portrait of each person who visited that day.

The first visitor, the bald Mr. Blake Frey, is vividly depicted on the list.

"I don't know the first person."

John smiled as he looked at Peter's work; he knew everyone except Blake.

John Wick has retired from the world of assassins.

He only left the world of assassins, not the world itself.

Many people were hoping to give a legendary assassin like him, ranked among the world's top five, a chance to return to work. John's return to New York gave these people the feeling that an opportunity had arrived.

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Gwen, are you feeling better?

Peter is calling Gwen.

"It's much better now. Liqun's method is very effective."

Do you want to go out tomorrow?

“What are your plans?” Gwen asked Peter.

“Actually, it’s like this: I have a friend who asked me to watch his house, and he said I could ask other friends to help him watch the house,” Peter explained.

“Ask Li Qun if he has time,” Gwen said.

“I’ve already asked Liqun, and Liqun told me to ask you if you have time.”

“Of course I have time,” Gwen replied.

“Okay, can you come to my house first tomorrow? We can go together,” Peter said.

Gwen hung up the phone.

"Dad, I'm going out tomorrow. Peter and Li Qun want me to go out and have fun."

"understood."

George Stacy sat at the dining table, her brow furrowed as she stared at the test papers in front of her.

"When is the exam?" Gwen asked.

“The 10th of next month,” George replied.

“The exam is still a long way off,” Gwen said.

“It’s getting late for me, I have to seize the opportunity and try to pass on the first try,” George said.

Will there be a pay raise if I'm promoted from sergeant to inspector?

“Of course I will,” George replied, his head bowed.

"Can you be promoted further after becoming a police inspector?" Gwen asked again.

“After police inspector comes police commissioner, and police commissioner is the highest rank one can rise to through the written exam,” George replied.

"Go, Dad!"