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"Sir, my son has been constantly hungry, but he also feels nauseous, vomits, and has stomach pains, and has lost a lot of weight... He's also always sleepy, and recently he's been complaining of foot pain... This child must be possessed by an evil spirit. My father says that the shadow of Tikrosh has already loomed over Seattle, and I think you..."

The child's mother continued talking to herself, while Wayne looked at the chubby little boy in front of him and sighed inwardly.

He has already activated the [General Practice (Advanced)] skill, so he has drawn conclusions from the other party's description and his own observations.

The child has diabetes, and it has progressed to the stage of diabetic foot.

Wayne reached out and pinched the other person's face, which immediately sank in, showing obvious swelling. He casually asked:

"Does he go to school? What does he usually eat?"

The child's mother paused for a moment, then whispered:

"There's no way for them to go to school. We came from Haiti... I have to go to work to earn money, so I usually let the kids play in fast food restaurants..."

Many fast food restaurants, such as KFC and McDonald's, offer unlimited refills of drinks.

Parents like these undocumented immigrants have no time to take care of their children because they are busy working and earning money. They usually give their children some pocket money and leave them at fast food restaurants like KFC or McDonald's so that the children can buy some food and drink unlimited refills of a beverage all day long.

Upon hearing this, Wayne couldn't help but show a look of realization.

No wonder he already has diabetes at such a young age...

Fortunately, judging from the current situation, there is still hope.

Wayne sighed and said:

"He was cursed by Tikorosh and could not eat sugar, so he could no longer drink any sugary drinks or eat any sugary foods. In addition, he could only eat grains, beans, and vegetables..."

The woman listened intently to Wayne's words, her eyes wide, wishing she could memorize every single one.

"Evil spirits begone!" Wayne muttered to himself as he picked up a glass of milk and handed it to the child.

Little Billy happily downed his drink, then looked at the glass with a lingering sense of satisfaction.

The woman quickly took out a bundle of loose change and presented it to Wayne with both hands, saying:

"Thank you for exorcising the evil spirit from little Billy..."

Seeing the mother's devout expression, Wayne sighed, pushed the money back into her hand, and said:

"Keep it; you'll need the money for many things in the future."

As he spoke, Wayne took a pen and paper, wrote down the insulin dosage and various contraindications for the woman, handed it to her, and said:

"This is the blessing of Bondiye. Follow the blessing strictly and be careful in everything you do."

Upon seeing Wayne's long medical instructions written on the paper, including the daily dosage of insulin, the woman could no longer hold back and burst into tears.

"Thank you, thank you! Thank you! You are truly a saint!"

From the beginning, because of her family medical history, she had a vague idea that her child might have diabetes, but she was too weak to go to the hospital for a consultation and couldn't wait that long.

The reason she came to Wayne was because of what old Billy said, which made her think that she might as well try anything.

Only when she saw the medical prescription written by Wayne did she understand the good intentions of the voodoo medium in front of her.

While crying, she held the money in her hand, knelt on one knee, and bowed to Wayne.

[You have earned the title: Saint (1%). This may be surprisingly effective against the Dark Court.]

Wayne was taken aback. The title of "Saint" sounded impressive, but judging from the 1% progress, it would take a long time before it could unleash its full power.

Looking at the weeping woman and the somewhat timid and bewildered child before him, Wayne sighed and asked in a low voice:

"Is it possible to buy insulin?"

Insulin prices in the United States are several times, or even dozens of times, higher than in other countries, while insulin prices in Mexico are only one-tenth of those in the United States.

The woman said in a low voice:

"Thank you for your concern. I know people who smuggle insulin from Mexico..."

Wayne nodded, patted the chubby boy's head, the woman wiped away her tears, bowed to him again, and left the tent with the child.

[You performed a treatment, improving your General Medicine skill (Advanced 70% + 5%), and granting you +5 experience.]

Your skill, Bard Performance, has been improved (Beginner 35% + 5%), Experience +5.

Your title, Voodoo Medium, has been enhanced: Voodoo Medium (20% + 5%)

After this treatment, his skills improved again, but Wayne also noticed that the rate of improvement was slowing down.

Obviously, the first increase was the strongest, and it should gradually slow down afterwards.

But this is acceptable; if the quality is lacking, quantity can make up for it.

"Next!" came old Billy's voice from outside the tent. His daughter had obviously told him something, which made him volunteer to stay and help Wayne maintain order.

A burly Latino man crawled into the tent and said to Wayne with some skepticism, "Mr. Medium, my finger is swollen and hasn't gone down. It's starting to affect my work..."

Wayne nodded, gesturing for the other person to extend their hand. He performed another ritual, then served the other person milk mixed with antibiotics and dexamethasone.

The patients who came next included those with colds, sore throats, bronchitis, swollen and painful joints, diarrhea, and nausea and vomiting.

These are all diseases that fall within the scope of Wayne's antibiotic and hormone two-piece treatment.

After a flurry of activity, and having waived fees for two patients who looked truly pitiful, Wayne performed a total of six exorcisms, earning $1,500.

With positive feedback from the first batch of patients, Wayne, the street psychic who lived in a tent, gradually gained fame in the surrounding neighborhoods. By the third day, a total of more than a dozen patients had come to request "exorcisms".

After all, the improvement in the lives of my friends is something I can see with my own eyes.

Moreover, these people from the lower classes all suffer from some degree of inflammation or other ailments.

For those of them who don't have health insurance, a single visit to the hospital and a doctor's visit can leave them with thousands of dollars in debt. So, the opportunity to have a $200 exorcism and protection is naturally something they're eager to take.

That day, Wayne earned three thousand two hundred dollars.

When Mike and David returned home in the evening, they were overjoyed.

They all knew doctors could make money, but they never imagined it could be done this way.

As long as Wayne makes a steady profit, raising $20000 within a week shouldn't be a problem.

Early on the fourth day, Wayne looked at the panel in front of him with satisfaction.

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

Titles: Royal Rebel (Greater chance to gain favor from dungeon streets); Voodoo Medium (85% effective against Voodoo followers); Saint (5%)

Physical strength: 1.3/1.3

Intelligence: 1.2/1.3

Mental Power: 0.6/0.6

HP: 50/60

Experience points: 81/100

Free attribute points: 1

Skills: Bard Performance (Intermediate 10%); Familiarity in a Foreign Land (Passive 50%); Tactical Dagger Use (Specialization); Compound Making (Basic 70%); General Medicine (Specialization 3%)

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

Status: Mild Illness

His general medical skills were upgraded to the level of specialization, and more importantly, he finally accumulated a brand new free attribute point!

Wayne struggled for a long time about where to allocate this attribute point, but finally figured it out and decided to allocate it to mental strength.

After all, each skill activation requires 0.1 mental energy, resulting in a daily limit of only 6 skill activations.

After adding points, it becomes 16 times!

However, it won't be added now, but when the mental energy is about to be exhausted, so that we can see if there are any other effects.

Wayne was in much better condition than before and could clearly hear the voices of the dozen or so people queuing outside the tent.

At this time, there seemed to be quite a few homeless people gathered outside. It is said that they saw the queue here and thought it was some kind of food distribution point, so they came to see what was going on.

This left Wayne both amused and exasperated.

He immediately lifted the tent flap and invited the first patient in line to come in.

Soon, a gaunt white homeless man squeezed in. He looked rather nervous. He sat down in front of Wayne, looking around. When he saw the earthenware jar containing the pile of bones, he shuddered.

Wayne said in a deep voice:

"Don't be afraid, brother. What are your symptoms?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the tense-looking homeless man suddenly pulled a revolver from his pocket, pointed it at Wayne's chest, and shouted:

"Heretics, die!"