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Wayne swallowed the seagull meat in his mouth, gave a friendly smile, and said:

"Dude, don't come in. I'll go out later and then you can come in and collect the body. I have a really bad cold, it's probably severe bronchitis that's turned into pneumonia. Don't infect you... cough cough... cough cough cough..."

The other person was clearly still stunned by this bizarre scene and, upon hearing Wayne's words, instinctively replied:

"well……"

He took a step back, then suddenly realized what he had done and exclaimed in surprise:

"You can speak Chinese?"

On a chilly Halloween night in Seattle, in a dilapidated homeless tent on the streets, a dead body lay among a pile of syringes. A white man with a bloodied face, holding a seagull and gnawing on it, suddenly spoke fluent Mandarin, creating a truly bizarre scene.

Wayne nodded amicably and quickly made up a reason:

"I studied at the University of Tokyo for over ten years... cough cough... that's my true hometown... cough cough..."

As he spoke, Wayne emerged from the tent, covering his mouth to stifle a cough, and pointed at old John's body, saying:

"This is my good friend, old John. We were like brothers. It's a pity he injected himself with too many enhancement drugs... He had no family left and asked me to handle his funeral arrangements before he died... Name your price."

The man in the protective suit nodded.

The reason he went out to work on a freezing rainy Halloween night was because he heard the operator say that the body they were dealing with this time had died from ingesting multiple enhancement drugs.

Valuable pathological materials.

He quickly examined old John's body and assessed it:

"Sigh... No personal information, this is a corpse without information. With the added benefit of cause of death and pathology, according to the company's standards, the value is... $600."

Wayne shook his head and said:

"Brother, I've already said, this guy is like a brother to me, he's a dear friend and family member... You'll have to pay extra."

Upon hearing Wayne mention the extra pay joke from the University of Tokyo, the body collector in the protective suit glanced at him with some surprise, chuckled, then sighed and said:

"Sigh... alright, add another 100... this is the highest price I can offer within my personal authority."

Wayne raised his fist and said:

"Ahem... Deal."

The other person bumped fists with him, took a body bag, and went into the tent to collect the body.

At the same time, another Black man in a makeshift protective suit turned around from behind the tent, put his hand on his waist, gave Wayne a deep look, and went into the tent to work together.

Clearly, there were two of them from the beginning, with the other body collector keeping watch behind the tent.

The two men quickly packed up old John's body and loaded it into the car.

A young man from the University of Tokyo returned from the car carrying a bag, counted out a stack of US dollars, rolled them up, sighed, and handed them to Wayne.

Wayne took the roll of money and said with a smile:

"Thanks, deal... cough cough cough... This lousy place isn't fit for someone from Dongda University... By the way, are you guys hiring?"

You have completed your first transaction in the Demon Realm dungeon and gained the passive skill "Old Friends in a Foreign Land" (30%), plus 3 experience points.

Hearing Wayne's clear and articulate words, the young man sighed again. He seemed to have a particular fondness for sighing, and said with a furrowed brow:

"We are a private medical company that partners with universities and don't need any staff at the moment... However, if you have any leads on bodies, you can call us directly. Legitimate body leads are $200, and non-legitimate ones are $700."

The young man then looked around and saw that his Black colleague, who had come with him, was already in the car. Making sure no one else was around, he took something out of his pocket and handed it to Wayne, saying:

"You need to see a doctor as soon as possible, I mean a doctor who can treat the illness, not just relieve the pain."

He then handed the bag in his hand to Wayne:

"These fries and burgers are probably tastier than the seagulls."

Tonight he ordered a lot of hamburgers to distribute to the hungry children in his neighborhood, and he also kept some for himself.

Wayne nodded:

"Ahem... Thanks, bro."

The other person nodded, sighed, turned around, got into the car, and drove away.

Once the body collectors' vehicle had completely left, Wayne returned to the tent and opened the bag.

Inside was a beef burger, a bottle of cola, and a box of fries.

What surprised Wayne the most was what the other person put into his hand.

It was a sachet of medicine that was only half full.

Three-grain cephalosporin.

antibiotic!

Wayne's hands were trembling slightly.

For him now, antibiotics are an absolute lifesaver and what he needs most urgently.

Without time for sentimentality, Wayne immediately took out a cephalosporin tablet and swallowed it with a cola.

[You took a boosting medication, and your negative condition has been alleviated.]

It really works! And with the system's support, the results are immediate!

He then tossed the remaining half of the seagull to the puppy, grabbed a hamburger, and the two of them began to wolf it down.

The beef, pickles, and sauce created a rich and complex flavor that filled his mouth. Combined with the sweetness of the cola, he felt himself gradually coming back to life.

[Health: 6/60, you are temporarily out of the kill zone]

After swallowing the entire hamburger and a bag of fries, and finishing the last sip of Coke, Wayne let out a satisfied burp.

The food was being broken down by stomach acid, and heat was constantly flowing into every cell of his body, giving him a pleasant feeling of gradually warming up after being frozen and starving.

His health is slowly recovering.

Only then did he have time to open the panel and take stock of his gains.

【Occupation: Adventurer (Beginner, No chosen career path】】

Physical strength: 0.1/0.3

Intelligence: 1.2/1.3

Mental Power: 0.3/0.6

HP: 6/60

Experience points: 26/100

Skills: Bard Performance (Beginner 10%); "Old Friends in a Foreign Land" (Passive 30%); Tactical Dagger Use (Specialization)

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

Status: Seriously ill and weak

Passive skill "Fellow Traveler in a Foreign Land": There is a 30% chance to trigger a sense of familiarity in others, making you feel close to someone from your hometown.

Wayne nodded.

This is an absolutely essential skill for saving your life.

Not to mention passive skills.

Especially in such a chaotic street, it might have a surprising effect on some fierce and unevolved individuals.

After clicking on the shop option, the amount of money he personally held became 700 copper coins, which is approximately equal to 7 silver coins.

100 silver coins are equal to 1 gold coin.

In other words, in this mall's exchange system, 10,000 dollars is equivalent to one gold coin.

The potions, scrolls, and other items that can be purchased cost at least 10 gold coins, which is equivalent to 10 US dollars.

This amount of money is completely insufficient.

Whether it's psychological or because his body rarely takes antibiotics before, he feels that his cough is better than before.

Hopefully we can weather this storm.

What gives me the most peace of mind is the $700 in my pocket and the remaining two cephalosporin pills.

However, these two pills may temporarily relieve his symptoms, but a full recovery will require proper medical intervention.

In America, for a homeless person like him without health insurance, $700 is far from enough to see a doctor, especially for pneumonia in this condition.

What he urgently needs now is to earn money as soon as possible to treat his illness, then find a job, obtain a stable source of income, and return to America above the poverty line.

Otherwise, even with a system, it would be impossible to make any progress.

Judging from the panel values, a normal person's values ​​should all be 1, and their health should be based on 100.

The previous owner of this body had his physical strength limit reduced to 0.3, his mental strength limit reduced to 0.6, and his health limit, which should have been 100, was now only 60.

It's already quite an achievement that we've survived this long.

Wayne lay sprawled on the ground, beginning to take stock of the old debts left behind by the body's previous owner.

Originally a leading actor in a national sitcom with a bright future, he eventually suffered from depression and left the entertainment industry to go to school because his manager wanted him to be a child prostitute for some big shots. He also incurred debts that he has been fighting in court.

He then married and divorced three times, paying exorbitant child support payments.

He was swindled out of the vast majority of his money by a financial advisor.

The houses have all been auctioned off.

In the end, even the bloodsucking parents and those so-called friends scattered like birds and beasts, and no one cared about them.

Child support from ex-wife, medical expenses, unpaid taxes, student loans, and debts from former management company.

Etc., etc.

All of this completely crushed him on the street, plunging him step by step into the abyss of being killed.

Money, everything requires money!

After his physical condition temporarily recovered, Wayne felt a strong wave of fatigue wash over him, and he was so sleepy that he could barely keep his eyes open.

This body is still too weak; just those few movements have already exhausted it.

He needs to sleep.

I wrapped myself tightly in plastic wrap, covered all my clothes and the tattered blanket with them, and sealed the tent entrance to ensure I wouldn't lose heat in this icy rainy night.

Wayne could no longer hold back and fell into a deep sleep while holding the puppy.

He didn't know how much time had passed when he was suddenly awakened by a shout:

"John! John! You fucking get out here! You've been three days late on paying for those enhancements, you'd better hand over the money today, or we'll burn your tent down, you son of a bitch!"