I'm building Gundams in America

In the seafood market, Paul, dressed in a security guard uniform, was walking forward with a flashlight, checking various areas as he went.

The market was pitch black at night, with only the beams of flashlights flickering.

Many shops and stalls store valuable catches and equipment, which would inevitably attract homeless people and thieves if there were no security guards.

So the pay for this job even exceeded what he earned at the supermarket.

It's a pity the time was too short.

We patrol from 10 p.m. to 2 a.m., until the merchants in the market start preparing their goods.

After finishing this job, he will go home to rest immediately, as he has to go to work at the supermarket at eight o'clock tomorrow morning.

On weekends, there's also a temporary job washing dishes at a restaurant.

Only in this way could he support his family.

Just hang in there. As long as the children grow up and reach twelve or thirteen years old, they can go to work and earn money to help support the family.

As Paul thought about it, he regretted going to see some voodoo medium tonight. Not only was he obviously a fraud, but he also missed dinner and could only eat a cold sandwich and drink a bottle of Coke.

Footsteps came from the side passageway; it was old Billy, the black security guard who patrolled with him.

"Hey Billy, good evening. You don't look too good. What's wrong, old man?" Paul asked.

Old Billy walked with a noticeable limp, his face covered in sweat, and he even looked somewhat pained.

"Good evening, Paul...cough cough...sigh, it's been so cold these past few days, and I don't know what's wrong with me, I've had diarrhea the whole time, and painkillers aren't working, it's really..." Old Billy murmured, his voice almost like a groan.

Paul shook his head and said:

"Dude, you should take a day off to see a doctor, you..."

But then he thought about the other person's situation and realized that the other person needed money even more than he did, so he shook his head and said:

"Sigh, actually I've also caught a cold these past few days, and my ankle is swollen, but..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Paul suddenly paused.

ankle.

Why doesn't my ankle hurt anymore?

He then realized what was happening and quickly shone the flashlight on his ankle.

The previously swollen ankle had now subsided and was noticeably better.

No wonder he forgot about his ankle pain when he was on patrol tonight.

Paul suddenly noticed that he didn't seem to be coughing much anymore.

He used to cough with almost every sentence, but now he only coughs once or twice occasionally.

I was feeling a bit dizzy today, but I'm not dizzy anymore.

His eyes widened suddenly, and he stood there stunned.

The exorcism worked!

That voodoo medium wasn't a fraud!

As someone who does heavy physical labor, he had suffered numerous sprains and contusions before, and he knew all too well how long the recovery process took.

Even now, his right thumb still often aches.

Add to that the symptoms of a cold, and it will take at least a week to fully recover; if you're unlucky, it might even get worse.

And now, in just one night, he has recovered at least more than half!

Back in his hometown in Mexico, he had met many voodoo mediums and even some self-proclaimed masters, but in his opinion, they were all frauds.

This time it's for real!?

"Paul, what's wrong?" Old Billy asked with concern.

Paul, unable to hide his shock, took a deep breath and said:

"I'm fine... Billy, if you trust me, I know someone..."

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Inside the tent, Wayne stared into thought as he looked at the two patients David had brought back.

These are two homeless people.

One of them had a noticeable ulcer, four or five centimeters long, that emitted a foul odor and even contained maggot granulation tissue.

The other one was in slightly better condition, but had clearly just used an enhancer; he sat there motionless, as if he had entered another world.

David leaned close to Wayne's ear and said:

"Bro, these are homeless people I met on the street. They both need treatment, and... they have money. They just exchanged food stamps for cash and are planning to buy enhancement drugs... These two aren't quite right in the head."

Wayne was speechless.

The brother's intentions were good; he wanted to find money for the homeless, but it was truly heartbreaking to see them living on food stamps...

Seemingly sensing Wayne's reluctance, David whispered again:

"The two of them were originally planning to use the money to buy the enhancement agent. If they have bought the enhancement agent, they will only die faster."

After saying that, he crawled out of the tent, leaving the treatment space to Wayne.

Wayne sighed. As a student of East University, he still couldn't bring himself to do things that had absolutely no bottom line.

This may be the advantage of Xida University in international competition due to its low human rights and low morality.

He then asked the person in front of him whose arm was infested with maggots:

"symptom?"

The other person raised their arm and said:

"My arm is injured, it's been two months and it still hasn't healed... Also, I've been having a fever..."

[General Practice] Launched!

Wayne quickly examined the other man's arm and found it was a bacterial infection. He then pulled out a bottle of high-proof vodka he had bought from a discount supermarket and said:

"Bear with it."

He then poured vodka onto the other person's wound.

"Ah ...

Before the other party could react, Wayne quickly picked up the dagger and plucked out all the maggots that were writhing and struggling in the other party's wound.

[Tactical Dagger Usage (Specialization)]

I never imagined that the first time I would use this skill would be to remove maggots from a homeless person's wound.

After cleaning and removing the rotten flesh, Wayne cut off a small piece of rotten flesh from the other person's arm and then used a roll of gauze to bandage the wound.

The whole process was very quick; before the other person could even faint from the pain, he had already finished.

Then Wayne slapped the other man on the forehead and shouted:

"Your wound has been infected by an evil spirit. Now I will officially exorcise it for you!"

Then he sang another set of lyrics, followed by taking out a glass of milk and saying to the other person:

"Drink this glass of milk!"

[You performed one treatment, improving your general medicine skills (intermediate 60% + 5%), and granting you +5 experience.]

The sweating Black homeless man immediately drank the glass of milk in one gulp, then asked gratefully:

"Sir, thank you, sir...how much should I pay?"

He wasn't stupid; even though he was addicted to the enhancers, he still understood when he was sober that Wayne's treatment was absolutely effective.

The procedure of cleaning his wounds is something you can only experience in a hospital.

Of course, it really hurt.

Wayne looked at the black man in front of him, who looked at least ten years older than his actual age. The man should only be around twenty years old, but he looked almost forty. Life on the streets made it hard to know how much longer he could live.

He sighed, waved his hand, and said:

"I've exorcised most of the evil spirits. I won't charge you this time. You can go now. Remember to drink more milk and eat more nutritious food... If you're still not better, you can come back to me."

He simply couldn't bear to accept money from such people who were at the very bottom of society.

He needs money, but he's not a scavenging vulture.

Compared to the unscrupulous people at Xida University, he wanted to be a decent human being.

"Thank you, God bless you! Oh, I mean, may the Voodoo God bless you..." The other person thanked Wayne gratefully, then crawled out of the tent and left.

Wayne sighed; he found himself suddenly developing a fondness for sighing. He then reached out and patted another homeless man who had been lost in thought.

Describe your symptoms.

You have acquired the skill: Furniture Repair (Specialization)