I'm building Gundams in America

Inside the newly erected tent, only a small portion was illuminated by a cell phone light, making it appear exceptionally dim.

Paul sat nervously in the tent, momentarily regretting that he had come here.

They were completely bewitched, actually believing Mike's words and going to find some kind of voodoo medium or witch doctor.

In his native Mexico, there have always been many witch doctors, but Mike never believed they could cure diseases.

What kind of cancer cures drinking vulture soup made from carrion?

What kind of nonsense is this? Burning a piece of bone can cure mental illness.

If it were truly effective, why would everyone in Mexico, from ordinary poor people to important figures, flock to the United States?

Just as he was feeling uneasy, the witch doctor, who was draped in a blanket, suddenly smiled at him and said:

"Relax, Paulo. Guadalupe and the children want you to be healthy. I think she's already made chili broth and is waiting for you to come back."

Paul was taken aback, and said with a look of astonishment:

How did you know...?

His wife's name was Guadalupe, and his favorite dish was the chili meat soup she made.

The witch doctor did not answer, and Paul was astonished to find that a clay jar filled with bones had appeared in front of him at some point.

As a Mexican, he had also met some voodoo priests and understood that this was a bone mound ritual implement used by voodoo priests.

But when exactly did the other party bring this thing out?

Moreover, this bone mound artifact contains five walnut-sized human heads with a metallic sheen, clearly indicating that it was meticulously crafted and quite old.

"Tell me your symptoms." The other person's voice was hoarse and ethereal, with a faint coughing sound.

Paul quickly said:

"My...I twisted my ankle, it's been swollen...cough cough...and I caught a cold after getting caught in the rain...I have a fever..."

The other person nodded and then asked:

What medications did you take?

Paul said:

"I took painkillers, but they weren't very effective, so I inhaled some leaves, which did relieve the pain, but they were too expensive..."

For an undocumented immigrant who works three jobs to support a family of five, leaves costing around 10 dollars per gram are simply too extravagant.

He also understood that simply relieving pain was not very useful and would only worsen the situation in the long run.

It can even lead to dependence on stronger painkillers, and in the end, one may have to resort to stronger medications.

Several of his fellow villagers fell ill in this way.

A large part of the reason he fled from Mexico to the United States was that he didn't want to get involved with drug cartels, and he certainly wouldn't directly get boosters.

The man in front of them, draped in a blanket and with strange patterns painted on his face, nodded and said:

"Your body has been invaded by damp and cold evil spirits. I'll expel them from your body."

He took out a cup of milk and placed it in front of the bone pile ritual object. Then he closed his eyes, started swaying back and forth, and began chanting incantations to the bone pile ritual object in front of him.

Paul couldn't understand the incantation at all, but he could feel its fluency. Combined with the light from the phone's flash, it momentarily stunned Paul.

"The moon sets, crows cry, frost fills the sky; river maples and fishing lights reflect my sorrowful sleep. I beseech Ultraman Tiga above, and Megatron below, and the Calabash Brothers below, so that we may return home together as a couple..."

Wayne speaks extremely fast, basically saying whatever comes to mind, and his voice is deep and hoarse, so even if a fellow Dongda student were sitting right in front of him, he wouldn't be able to hear what he was saying.

After all, what you say is completely unimportant; what matters is that glass of milk.

After reciting almost all the words that came to mind, Wayne suddenly stopped, placed his hand on the glass of milk, his eyes widened, and he said menacingly:

"Evil spirits, begone!"

Then, with a solemn expression, he said to Paul:

"Okay, drink this glass of milk."

Paul picked up the milk with some skepticism and drank it down. He found the taste strange, but under Wayne's imposing presence, he didn't dare to ask any questions for the time being.

After he finished drinking, he heard the medium and witch doctor in front of him say:

"Alright, cough cough... you can go now."

Paul was taken aback. That's it?

Then, somewhat bewildered, he asked:

"Sir, am I...am I all better?"

Wayne nodded and said:

"I'm using my magic to exorcise the evil spirit for you. You can go back now. This exorcism process will take at least three days... cough cough... You'll need to come back twice more tomorrow and the day after. You also need to drink more milk these next few days."

Paul's newly gathered confidence vanished in an instant.

This is such a sham.

He sighed inwardly. He had originally thought Mike was a good kid, which was why he had believed what the other person said.

It now seems like a complete scam.

But since he was on someone else's turf, he didn't dare say anything out of line and had no choice but to accept it.

Hesitantly, he turned to Wayne and said:

"Thank you, how much will it cost?"

Unexpectedly, the man in front of him waved his hand and said:

"You'll be charged after the third exorcism; if it's ineffective, you don't have to pay."

Paul paused, clutching the sweat-soaked banknotes in his pocket. He had been bracing himself for being ripped off, but now asked incredulously:

"Can I really... go now?"

Wayne nodded expressionlessly and said:

"Of course, by the way, if you can bring more believers to Bondiye, I can waive your fees directly... cough cough... remember to drink plenty of milk."

Paul was stunned, his mind filled with disbelief. Damn it, there's actually free medical care in America?

"So... I'm really leaving?" Paul took a deep breath, then stood up and said sincerely, "I have a night shift to work later. Thank you for your kindness."

He nodded to Wayne and crawled out of the tent.

After Paul left, Mike went into Wayne's tent and asked somewhat anxiously:

"Bro, you really didn't take his money? What if he doesn't come back?"

The tent wasn't soundproof, and Mike could hear Wayne and Paul's conversation clearly from inside his tent.

Wayne nodded:

"Cough cough... Don't worry, he'll be back."

With antibiotics and dexamethasone working together, Paul's condition should improve significantly tonight.

The reason he told Paul to drink more milk these days was because cheap American milk contains a lot of veterinary antibiotics, and drinking more of it can also reduce inflammation and kill bacteria.

[You have performed your first treatment, and your general medicine skills have been improved (intermediate 50% + 10%), experience +20]

[Your title, Voodoo Medium, has been enhanced: Voodoo Medium (10%). A wise adventurer may well walk the path of the chosen ones.]

Wayne raised an eyebrow.

This was the first time he had ever heard that titles could be upgraded, and that this thing seemed to be related to career paths.

Then I looked at the panel.

【Class: Adventurer (Level 1, no class path selected)】

Titles: Royal Court Rebel (Greater chance to gain favor from dungeon streets); Voodoo Medium (10% more effective against Voodoo followers)

Physical strength: 1.0/1.3

Intelligence: 1.2/1.3

Mental Power: 0.4/0.6

HP: 20/60

Experience points: 56/100

Skills: Bard Performance (Beginner 30%); Familiarity in a Foreign Land (Passive 50%); Tactical Dagger Use (Specialist); Compound Making (Beginner 70%); General Medicine (Intermediate 60%)

Battle Pet: Wilderness Hound (Level 1, 40%)

Status: Recovering from a serious illness

This body seems to have never taken any antibiotics, let alone hormone drugs, so the two-pronged approach has a remarkable effect.

In just half a day, I've regained five more health points, bringing my total to twenty. My condition has also changed from being severely ill and weak to recovering from a serious illness.

The results were outstanding.

He's currently at level 1. It seems that to break through level 1 and choose a career path, he needs to reach or even exceed 1 in all indicators.

The main issues now are mental strength and base health...

Just then, David's voice came from outside:

"Wayne... um... sir, are you there? I brought two friends with me..."