I Am Your Natural Enemy

Chapter 1085: Chapter 390: Excuse, Gold Leaf Chocolate (5k)

Wei Jing looked at the person in the portrait, his expression somewhat strange.

"When I need to make a choice, you always let me decide on my own.

I know that you know far more than I do, and I also understand your rules.

In the past, you always advised me to move, or let me decide for myself.

Why did you suddenly give me a direct answer now, telling me not to move?"

Wei Jing continued divination, eight times in a row, all indicating to let him decide on his own.

Wei Jing sighed, wanting to speak but restrained.

"Alright, alright, consider that I spoke wrongly, I’m the kind of person who listens to advice, I won’t move.

I actually quite like it here, the atmosphere is really good.

Today, a neighbor asked me if I knew how to make herbal tea.

They think my herbs are of good quality and inexpensive, such a bargain.

There’s no herbal tea shop on this street, suggesting I cook some herbal tea, it would earn more than running a clinic.

I don’t want to make herbal tea, I’m preparing to brew some sour plum soup.

Lately, I’ve had quite a few pieces of the Witch Priest’s fried chicken, feeling a bit heated.

Brew some sour plum soup to adjust."

Wei Jing sat in front of the portrait, muttering to himself for a while, then put away the portrait, moved a chair, and sat at the clinic’s door, watching the increasingly vibrant street scene outside.

At night, the vendors selling snacks and barbecue began to set up their stalls one after another.

Looking at this scene, Wei Jing slightly raised his head and saw a fat bird with a cat’s head flapping its wings, flying in the night sky, unable to help but laugh.

He is still somewhat unaccustomed.

Not quite used to the fact that here, people don’t seem to think that his young appearance equates to inferior medical skills.

Also unaccustomed to the fact that it seems no one here cares who he is or if he is strange.

All non-ordinary people here seem to maintain this kind of strange tacit understanding.

This makes Wei Jing quite unaccustomed.

He previously saw a clinic that no one visited, everyone thinking he was too young, that his medical skills were not great.

Or directly holding a great prejudice against his clinic.

Even when people did come, it was mostly just to grab medicine.

Some even asked him if this place could process medical insurance for material for two servings of sour plum or pear soup.

He has always been in the habit of pretending to be an ordinary person, using none other than ordinary methods, not standing out even among ordinary people.

But he is a doctor; sometimes when rescuing a patient could clearly save a life with good prognosis, he would not want to stand by coldly, allowing the patient to die.

Most of the time the results are good, but there are always some ingrates.

If he were an ordinary person, he could argue and haggle, but he cannot; if it escalates, it would be much more troublesome for him.

People would report him for using Healing Prayer Incantations, which would definitely attract the Scorching Sun Department, especially troublesome.

Not that he is worrying for nothing, it had truly happened before.

Therefore, he can only fake his death to escape.

Fortunately, back then, the Scorching Sun Department’s network wasn’t so wide and dense, their informationization couldn’t match even a strand of now.

If exposed in the Scorching Sun Department’s view now, hiding in the crowd would never be possible again.

The pace he had always been accustomed to can no longer keep up with current changes.

And because of this, he found it very comfortable after coming to Virtue City.

No one would give him strange looks just because he isn’t an ordinary person.

He now quite enjoyed visiting the fried chicken shop occasionally, watching two different races work; it brings him much joy and gives him a sense of lightening, where he need only to have the identity of a customer, without worrying about his other identities.

This kind of experience is quite rare.

Wei Jing’s expression grew faintly as he thought about past events, people he knew, and different races he encountered.

In the end, no matter how ideal and beautiful they imagined things to be, it still wasn’t as good as this moment, at this street corner.

Wei Jing snapped back to reality, patting his stomach.

Since he was going to brew sour plum soup, he decided to go get some fried chicken too, it wouldn’t hurt.

Wei Jing closed the door and left, not waiting for any so-called incoming patients afterward.

This was simply an excuse — he just didn’t want to visit Wen Yan’s home.

...

In Virtue City, the pace of life was serene; but in other places, some people felt things weren’t going so well.

The Scorching Sun Department hadn’t even begun to close their net, yet they were already forced to act, dealing with several races, capturing several people.

A race proactively approached, starting with a report for half a million, and the reported content was confidential information.

Is there a need for verification?

There’s no need for preliminary procedures, directly inviting them to the Scorching Sun Department to have tea.

If there’s no problem, then it’s just having tea; if there’s a problem, then it’s verification.

What needs to be caught is caught, what’s to be released is released.

The big net hadn’t been pulled in yet, but already someone had dragged prey and thrown them into the net; there’s nothing anyone can do.

However, the subject of the report involves half a million, and before it’s completely resolved, the specific details remain confidential.

Even if someone knows something, it merely goes as far as knowing the Scorching Sun Department received a public report and caught two individuals for half a million, nothing more.

In the Yu State Scorching Sun Department, an internal staff member with a stack of documents approached near the interrogation room.

He squinted his eyes slightly, glanced keenly around, then pushed open the door of one of the interrogation rooms.

Inside, fixed to the floor on the Regret Chair, a long-faced, thin-bodied demon sat there, awkwardly twisting about.

Seeing someone come in, he immediately stopped moving, pulling his voice to complain.

"Sir, why would you arrest me, I am a good citizen."

The internal staff who opened the door slightly moved his mouth, silently mouthing the words.

"Apart from what shouldn’t be said, speak about past events based on the situation, stall slowly."