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The white homeless man in front of Wayne was slapped and immediately fell to the ground.

died?

Wayne looked stunned.

A flood of fragmented memories about repairing furniture instantly rushed into his mind.

Clearly, this homeless man was a furniture repairman in his lifetime, and a very skilled one at that. It's a mystery how he ended up in this state.

But now is not the time to think about these things.

"David!" Wayne shouted.

A black head immediately popped out from the tent flap, and David asked:

"Hey sir, what's up... WTF!"

He then quickly climbed into the tent, helped the homeless man who had fallen to the ground to his feet, checked his breathing, and said to Wayne:

"Brother, he's dead."

Wayne nodded:

"I know."

Nonsense, I've already picked up all the skills.

David said with a hint of apology:

"Brother, I knew he was using enhancement drugs, but I didn't expect him to have used this much..."

Then he smiled excitedly:

"But selling him would have made me a few hundred dollars! Luckily, I noticed something was wrong with him and brought him here."

He then picked up the body, crawled out of the tent, and went to make a phone call.

Wayne clicked his tongue, looking speechless.

Compared to Mike, David is more like a hothead.

I only saw two and a half clients that night, which was indeed a bit slow.

And so far, we haven't received a single penny.

I may have been too naive before. If practicing medicine illegally doesn't work, I'll have to try smuggling using my spatial backpack.

Fortunately, I also learned a new skill tonight.

Wayne looked at the panel and without hesitation put the [Furniture Repair (Specialization)] skill into the fusion pool.

After a moment's hesitation, he placed the [General Practitioner (Intermediate)] skill in the main position and immediately chose to sacrifice and fuse.

In just a moment, the [Furniture Repair (Specialized)] skill disappeared, leaving only the [General Practitioner (Advanced 65%)] skill.

His general practitioner skills have improved dramatically!

A wealth of experiences and memories about general practitioners quickly surfaced in my mind, while memories of repairing furniture quickly faded away.

Medical standards have been improved once again.

His current medical expertise far surpasses that of most American family doctors, and he is, in fact, fully qualified to practice.

It's a pity that customer expansion has been too slow...

Just then, a somewhat excited yet hesitant voice rang out from outside the tent:

"Excuse me... Venerable Master... is he/she home?"

Wayne raised an eyebrow and said:

"Please come in."

Then the tent flap was lifted, and a Mexican illegal immigrant named Paul walked in with a bright smile. Behind him was a middle-aged, thin black man with graying hair.

Paul, with a bright smile on his face, said to Wayne:

"Dear medium, I've come to thank you. After you exorcised the evil spirit for me, the swelling in my ankle went down in just one night, and my cough has also subsided. Now I don't have to worry about my children having nothing to eat if I fall ill..."

As he spoke, tears welled up in his eyes:

"I don't need to take time off to see a doctor anymore... Thank you so much... You saved my life..."

He had been under a lot of pressure due to his illness, but now that he was on the verge of recovery, he felt as if a huge burden had been lifted off his shoulders.

Wayne looked at Paul and saw that the swelling in Paul's ankle had indeed subsided, and the man, who had looked sickly, now appeared refreshed.

While antibiotics plus dexamethasone may be considered a miracle drug, isn't this a bit too effective?

Combining his newly upgraded knowledge of general medicine, Wayne suddenly understood.

Under the strict control of pharmaceutical conglomerates, in order to maximize profits and squeeze every drop of blood from patients, the vast majority of people in America have not used antibiotics much.

This also makes antibiotics more effective in them.

They're practically born with antibiotic superpowers!

Antibiotics are as pure as a blank sheet of paper that has never been tainted.

Wayne nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, his face expressionless:

"It was Bondiye who saved you, thank Bondiye."

Seeing that Wayne had stopped talking, Paul quickly pulled a roll of cash from his pocket, handed it to Wayne with both hands, and said:

"Medium, thank you, Bondiye, and thank you for the exorcism. This is all the cash I have on me. If it's not enough, I'll give you more next time."

Wayne glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, estimated it to be about two hundred cuts, and said:

"That's enough, put it in the jar."

Paul quickly and respectfully placed all the cash into the bone pile ritual implement in front of him, then hesitated before speaking.

Wayne had already seen the person behind the other person, but he pretended not to notice and asked casually:

"Is there anything else?"

In his previous life, he had arrested several charlatans at Dongda University. He personally handled several cases, from arrest to interrogation to sending them to the detention center, so he had quite a bit of experience in performing as a charlatan.

First and foremost, you have to maintain a proper air, never let your guard down, remain indifferent to joy or sorrow, and keep an air of mystery; distance creates authority.

It's actually the same mindset as being a leader.

Paul quickly pulled the black man behind him over and said with a smile:

"Mr. Wayne, this is my friend Billy. He's had some diarrhea for the past few days..."

"Possessed by evil spirits." Before the other person could finish speaking, Wayne spoke calmly, "I sensed it the moment he walked in. Recently, a high-dimensional portal near Seattle has been opened, and some evil spirits have appeared in this city."

Upon hearing Wayne's words, Billy trembled, knelt before Wayne, and murmured:

"It's Tikoroz! It must be Tikoroz! So it was an evil spirit at work. Why have I been feeling so unwell these past two days...? I never imagined it would travel from my hometown of Haiti to America... Please, sir, you must save me!"

Wayne was taken aback.

What a coincidence! I never expected to actually run into a voodoo believer, and one who was even from Haiti.

It's worth noting that Haiti is the place where Voodoo is most prevalent.

As for Tikorosh, based on Wayne's limited understanding of Voodoo, he only knew that it was a demon from the Shusa Waters that could transform into a large bird with a baboon's head, and that was all he knew.

If you say so, then so be it.

"Not bad," Wayne said calmly. "You can also feel Tikoros's evil aura, right? Don't worry, it's just a little bit of his saliva on you, it will be gone soon."

He casually pulled a long, patterned bone from the pile of bones, pointed it at Billy, and shouted:

"Get down!"

Since you're knowledgeable in this field, you should be more formal.

Old Billy immediately lay down.

Wayne cleared his throat, gently tapped old Billy's back with his bone, and quickly recited:

"Startled awake from my deathbed, I realized I was no ordinary man. First, I invited Ultraman Tiga; then, I invited the old bat of Gotham; third, I invited the man wearing underwear on the outside; and fourth, I invited Iron Megatron..."

Old Billy lay on the ground, feeling the pounding of his bones against his back. He felt that this voodoo medium was unlike any he had ever encountered before, and that he was incredibly powerful.

He had never heard a local Haitian voodoo priest recite that string of incantations before.

The rhythm and cadence of that music even made him involuntarily nod and sway his head.

"Snapped!"

The long bone touched old Billy's forehead, and the mage before him said calmly:

"Alright, drink this cup of milk infused with magic; it will exorcise evil spirits for you."

Old Billy eagerly took the milk, drank it down in one gulp, then looked at Wayne with shining eyes and said sincerely:

"Thank you, Master. I feel much better now!"

Wayne nodded slightly. As expected of an illegal immigrant from Haiti, he was naturally influenced by the local culture, and his psychological effect was stronger than that of the average person.

[You performed a treatment, improving your General Medicine skill (Advanced 65% + 5%), and granting you +5 experience.]

Your skill, Bard Performance, has been improved (Beginner 30% + 5%), Experience +10.

Your title "Voodoo Medium" has been strengthened: Voodoo Medium (20%)