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Mike paused, looked at the money Wayne handed him, and said:

"Hey bro, are you getting your little Wick treated? Even regular pet medication shouldn't cost this much..."

He had already seen that Wayne had given him at least five hundred dollars.

For these homeless people, this is an absolute fortune!

Wayne smiled and said:

"It's alright, cough cough... You can also buy us some food, this is all the money I have."

He is too weak now, so having money on him is not a good thing.

Giving all the money to Mike and David would also be a good way to test their character.

What he needs most right now is a healthy body.

Once your health returns to normal, there will be plenty of opportunities to make money.

Mike nodded, took the seven hundred dollars from Wayne, and said:

"Yes, brother, you definitely need to take some good medicine... What kind of medication do you want?"

Wayne said:

"Two fish medications from Thomas Laboratories."

The specifications of these two fish medications are described below.

After Mike and David understood, they nodded to Wayne, turned and left the tent, heading towards the store.

Just over half an hour later, the two returned, carrying several bottles of medicine and several paper bags containing some lunch boxes.

"Brother, those two kinds of medicine you want to buy are too expensive, almost $50 per bottle. I also bought you ibuprofen painkillers, 1000 tablets for only $12.99, and they even come with a free sample."

As Mike spoke, he handed Wayne the medicine in his hand, and then stuffed a roll of money into Wayne's hand, totaling more than five hundred dollars.

"This is the money left. I also bought you some healthy organic food, as well as a boxed meal from a nearby food distribution point, which is hummus with rice."

Wayne took the money, put it in his pocket, and said:

"Thanks, bro."

David, standing nearby, asked curiously:

"This is fish medicine, is it really safe to give it to Little Wick?"

Wayne shook his head, opened the fish medicine bottle, took out two pills and swallowed them together, saying:

"This is for me to eat."

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

Upon seeing the line of text that appeared before him, Wayne breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, the experience from Little Joey was correct.

The pet-grade antibiotics used on these two types of fish are similar in effect to human antibiotics, with similar drug components and concentrations.

He blinked and said to Mike and David:

"Here's a little trick: these two types of fish respond just as well to pet-grade antibiotics as to prescription medications prescribed by a veterinarian after an appointment at the hospital, and they can also treat colds and pneumonia."

This is also a reality in the United States, where many people at the bottom of society are taking antibiotics meant for pets in order to survive.

And this is even a secret to some extent.

Because the U.S. Food and Drug Administration (FDA) is becoming increasingly strict in its regulations, all medical-grade antibiotics must now be purchased with a veterinary prescription.

Their options are gradually narrowing.

Upon hearing this, both Mike and David wore expressions of disbelief.

Mike murmured:

"Damn it, Wayne! Do you know what this means? It's a secret that could save us, and a secret that could kill us!"

His voice dropped instantly as he cautiously glanced outside the tent, then turned to Wayne with a serious expression and said:

"Brother, believe me, never tell anyone this secret, or they'll kill you... those big pharmaceutical companies, hospitals, doctors, congressmen, the FDA, they'll team up to kill you."

David, standing beside him, nodded solemnly as well, a hint of fear even flashing in his eyes.

Wayne patted the two on the shoulder to comfort them.

Based on his understanding, the reality was not as brutal as the two men described, but it was still just as dangerous.

After all, this cuts off a source of revenue for pharmaceutical conglomerates.

Everyone's taking antibiotics, so who's going to buy painkillers? Who's going to the hospital to get an exorbitant bill?

Of course, the pharmaceutical consortium also has a righteous reason for cracking down on this kind of thing—the abuse of antibiotics leading to drug resistance endangers public health and safety.

"But with this secret, we'll be able to fight most diseases in the future..." Mike became excited again, after all, although there were risks behind this secret, there were also huge benefits.

He immediately asked Wayne for two pills and gave them to his uncle Raymond, who was running a fever.

Seeing Mike and David busy at work, Wayne then asked:

"Brother, cough cough... How did you guys get here? You don't look like..."

After settling Uncle Raymond in, Mike gave a wry smile and said:

"Unlike those homeless people, right? A few years ago I was middle class, living in California. My house was on the upper Ohio River, near the edge of the forest. I helped insurance claims adjusters contact clients, earning $25 an hour, which was a decent income..."

A glint flashed in Mike's eyes, as if he had returned to the good old days.

"You know, I have a fucking double bachelor's degree in science and mathematics, I got a master's degree in science from Berkeley, um, a master's degree in industrial engineering, I also have a logistics certificate, and I've published eight journal articles with pretty high impact factors."

"Although I didn't pursue a career in statistics or building performance research, my job as an insurance customer liaison was decent enough to support my uncle and me."

"Then, just when I thought it would all continue, and I was even preparing to propose to Savannah, the Thomas Fire broke out."

"That was the largest wildfire in California history. They only managed to save townhouses in Ventura. Almost the entire upper Ohio River region was burned down."

"On the same day, I lost my job. Without a home as an office, I couldn't make phone calls. Then I discovered that those damn insurance companies had cut off my insurance a month before the fire. I was responsible for communicating with insurance clients, but no one was communicating with me."

Mike recounted the story calmly, as if he were talking about someone else's experience.

Wayne patted Mike on the shoulder and said:

"brother……"

Mike said with a smile:

"It's nothing, brother. I'm working now. Half of the homeless people have jobs... Once I've saved enough for rent, paid off my debts, and found a good job, everything will start over. I'll go back to working in the insurance industry."

David, standing to the side, shrugged and said:

"My story is much simpler. I lost my job, couldn't pay my student loans, and then lost everything. It's that simple. My brother wouldn't take me in because he sells grass, and his house is full of grass, so he can't give me a sofa... So what about you, bro?"

Wayne said as he took a Mexican taco out of the food bag and ate it:

"At first, I was very popular and made a lot of money. You know, I even got married three times... Later, my agent wanted me to sleep with some powerful people, some of whom were older men in Congress. I refused, breached my contract, and was hospitalized for depression..."

"Then my financial advisor helped me manage the remaining money and set me up in an investment trap. When I left the hospital, I found out that I owed a lot of money and that my house and car no longer belonged to me."

"My parents kicked me out of the house. They couldn't accept it. They blamed me for breaking the contract..."

As Mike and David listened to Wayne's words, their eyes shifted from initial grief to sympathy.

"Brother, how much do you owe?" Mike asked hesitantly. "Of course, you don't have to answer if you don't want to."

Wayne shrugged and said:

"I don't remember the exact amount, but it was probably... a few hundred million."

"God!" Mike and David exclaimed simultaneously, embracing Wayne with sorrowful faces and patting his back, saying, "Brother, don't be sad, everything is in God's hands."

The two thought they were already in a bad situation, but after hearing what Wayne said, they realized that the other person was in an even worse situation.

Although their chances of turning things around are slim, at least they still have hope. Wayne, on the other hand, is truly crushed and will never be able to turn things around again.

You have gained two bonds from the wandering goblins: temporarily strengthen the bonded member as a protector (10 minutes); +20 experience points.

Wayne raised an eyebrow. This "Bound One" option was basically equivalent to having two temporary bodyguards, so it wasn't a big deal.

What truly excited him was that his experience points had now reached 106/100!

He then saw the experience points on the panel slowly change to 6/100, followed by a small flashing 1.

One free attribute point!

Gan, fucking Gan!

Add some points!

Just then, a sharp voice came from outside the tent:

"Mike, you son of a bitch, get out here! Someone saw you bring a white guy home last night!"

He's one of the brothers from the East District!