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Chapter 534

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When the mob boss finished speaking, Ren Xiaosu was amused. Pisces? So this was how these people got their tattoos.

He looked at another mob boss with a tiger tattoo. "So you were born in the year of the tiger? The other boss is born in the year of the dragon, right? "

The mob bosses looked calmly at Ren Xiaosu and gradually felt something was amiss. "Who the fuck are you?"

Seeing that Ren Xiaosu did not have a single tattoo on his body, it was obvious he was just a normal person. Seeing how the other normal people had all gone to the shower area, why did this kid dare to sit in the bathtub?!

But before they could continue questioning him, a commotion broke out outside. Everyone turned around and was surprised to see someone helping a burly man with injuries into the bathtub.

One of the mob bosses frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

"We met our opponents. We won a lot of money from them in the black market. They didn't dare to make a move in the black market, but we happened to bump into them. They attacked us from behind the scenes and slashed us twice!" The person who was supporting the big man said.

"Let me have a look." The mob bosses got up and lifted the clothes of the injured man. They saw two extremely deep wounds on his chest and back, and his skin had even been cut open.

One of them sighed and said, "Bro, there's no way to go to the hospital in Stronghold 73. I'm afraid this injury can't be treated. Don't worry, we'll take good care of your wife and child. "

The burly man's face turned pale. "I think I can be saved …."

"If you go to the hospital, won't we be exposed?" One of them said, "When the time comes, the Zhou Clan will arrest all of us. Have you forgotten that we kidnapped a member of the Zhou Clan two years ago? Even if we get caught, we'll still die. Don't worry, we're loyal and courageous. We won't let your wife and child starve to death. "

The injured burly man rolled his eyes and looked like he was about to pass out.

But a voice next to them said, "I can save him."

Everyone turned around and saw Ren Xiaosu walking over and putting on a bathrobe through the mist. "I can stitch up his wounds, and I also have a secret ancestral medicine. I guarantee he'll recover in three days. However, 500,000 yuan for a life isn't too much, right?"

"It's not too much, it's not too much." The injured man sobered up again. "I have money!"

Upon hearing this, Ren Xiaosu pretended to go to his locker to retrieve the black medicine and a needle and thread. When the mob bosses saw the needle and thread in Ren Xiaosu's hand, they were all stunned. "Is this for sewing clothes?"

"Is there a need to be so particular at a time like this?" Ren Xiaosu raised his eyebrows. "It's good enough that he's still alive."

As he spoke, he began to thread the needle on the man's wound. He did not use any anesthetic, and the pain almost made the man go into shock.

The mob bosses looked at one another. Since they were in the Zhou Clan stronghold, they definitely could not go to the hospital. But in the next few days, there would probably be more and more people getting injured. Even a minor injury could lead to death.

It would be a good thing if they had such an 'unscrupulous doctor'. However, the mob bosses decided to wait and see if the other party could really treat their injuries.

Seeing that Ren Xiaosu was calmly stitching up the bloody wound, the mob bosses felt that he at least had the guts to do so.

After he was done stitching up the wound, Ren Xiaosu took out the black medicine from his bathrobe pocket and applied it to the injured man's wound. The man's face quickly turned ruddy, and he no longer broke out in cold sweat.

"How are you feeling? Do you feel better? "a mob boss next to him asked.

"It doesn't hurt anymore! It really doesn't hurt anymore! "the injured man said in surprise. He turned to Ren Xiaosu and said," Young man, thank you! "

"Gratitude received from Zheng Hongning, + 1!"

Immediately, all of the mob bosses looked at Ren Xiaosu. Someone said with a friendly smile, "Young man, how should I address you?"

"You can just call me Dr. Ren," Ren Xiaosu said with a harmless smile.

"Look, you can come to the spa center often during this period. We'll cover all of your expenses. If anyone gets injured, you can treat them. We'll still pay for the treatment fees!"

Then the injured man got one of his underlings to bring him a chip. "This is a chip from the black market casino outside Luoyang City. People like us don't usually deposit money in consortiums' banks, and it's inconvenient to bring cash with us. You can easily exchange this chip for money at the black market casino in Luoyang City."

Ren Xiaosu took a look at it and saw the number 50 engraved in gold on the chip. It seemed like it meant 500,000 yuan.

Usually, the biggest chip in a casino was 10,000 yuan. He did not expect the black market in Luoyang City to be so generous. They had specially created a chip worth 500,000 yuan for the mob bosses to carry around and trade with.

This was no different from a bank that issued currency. The chip was their currency.

Ren Xiaosu took the chip and sized it up. When he turned it slightly, he could see strange patterns rolling on it.

One of the mob bosses explained, "This is an anti-counterfeiting laser engraving technology. The patterns are encrypted, and we need equipment to verify the encrypted content."

Ren Xiaosu smiled. "Alright, I'll accept it. How about this? I won't be coming here often, but if anyone gets injured and needs treatment, you guys can just place a red awl at the entrance. I'll come over as soon as I see it. Don't worry, it won't delay anything."

Ren Xiaosu wondered how he had become a black market doctor.

After this incident, Ren Xiaosu became the most popular person in the bathhouse. Ever since someone was injured in the bathhouse, they were no longer open to the public. They said that they would be shutting down for renovations and would no longer accept any casual customers.

On the third day, when Ren Xiaosu saw a red awl at the entrance, he walked into the spa center. However, this time, it was not someone who got injured. Instead, it was the man who got injured earlier. He looked at Ren Xiaosu with a troubled expression. "Dr. Ren, can you remove the stitches and sew me up again?"

Ren Xiaosu was stunned. "Why is there such a request?"

The man, Zheng Hongning, took off his shirt and revealed his chest. "Look at my chest. It was supposed to be a dragon, but you sewed it up crookedly …"

Ren Xiaosu looked at the Great Azure Dragon on the man's chest in silence. Indeed, the head and neck did not match up …

Zheng Hongning said anxiously, "This tattoo is our face. A dragon with a severed head doesn't look auspicious either. Dr. Ren, do you have any after-sales service or something?"

"See, I told you that people in your profession shouldn't get tattoos. You fight and kill every day, and it's hard to stitch up a wound." Ren Xiaosu said unhappily, "We're a black market doctor. It's our principle to reject after-sales service."

Zheng Hongning was stunned when he heard this, but he could not do anything to his savior. He thought about it and decided that if he were to take a bath with other people in the future, their tattoos would be vivid and lifelike, but the dragon head on his chest would be crooked …

At this moment, another injured man came in from outside. When the injured mob boss saw Ren Xiaosu, he was overjoyed. "Dr. Ren, hurry up and treat my wound."

Ren Xiaosu thought about it and said, "You said 500,000 yuan earlier, right?"

Although the injured man was in unbearable pain, he quickly nodded. "Yes, I have money!"

"How about this? Let's add a new service. I'll stitch up your tattoo so that it's in good condition, and you'll pay me an additional 50,000 yuan." Ren Xiaosu thought of a new business opportunity.

The man glanced at the crooked dragon head on Zheng Hongning's chest and quickly nodded. "50,000 yuan it is!"

Zheng Hongning looked at Ren Xiaosu suspiciously. Why did he feel that Ren Xiaosu had sewed it crooked on purpose? This black market doctor was indeed a black market doctor. He wanted to earn any kind of money!

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