When I was a butcher in the past, Seth knew that clearly marked prices would scare many customers away. Everyone wanted to make a fortune. Although one pound of pork was the market price, Seth always wanted to sell one pound of pork to the price of ten pounds. The same is true for opening a clinic in Konoha Town. This time, you can give less or not. Then next time, you should never think about having a chance to survive again.

Seth once watched many people die in front of him. Although he was a veterinarian, surgery for ordinary injuries could barely be performed. At least, patients would not die because of this, and the chance of survival was higher. The reason for rejecting them at that time was that the medical fee was given too little.

Five gold coins were given for one surgery, which was Seth’s basic psychological price.

If the injury is too serious, the price will increase exponentially. Seth never tells the other party whether the money is enough, but just depends on how much the other party takes out and does it as much as it does.

Henggeri and others had some understanding of Seth's secret tricks, so they took out all the money very simply. As long as Mo Xingkui was alive, nothing was a problem.

However, this time, Seth decided to break his rules.

He looked at the dying Mo Xingkui, raised his head, stared at the other members of the 57th Team with his cunning little eyes, and smashed his thick lips: "Listen, I can't perform surgery on him."

Lille was younger and more impulsive, so he walked up immediately, staring at his red eyes and roaring: "Why?"

"You don't give enough money."

Seth answered quickly. He walked to the door quietly, opened the door of the empty room, and raised the volume so that people outside could hear it: "He is seriously injured and may be in danger at any time. This is your fault, so you shouldn't use such a rough method to first aid him. See what you sewed him into? Even the woman with the thickest hands and feet is better than you do. Look here, the intestines are sewn outside, and this guy's blood is almost flowing. Even if he can survive, his body will be almost useless. You can never eat the rice of a mercenary."

Seth knew how to deal with this situation. He knew very well that with his own skills, it was impossible to rescue Mo Xingkui. In fact, this was the first time Seth saw such a serious injury. Mo Xingkui had no value for rescue. Even a licensed doctor who graduated from Imperial Medical University would just shake his head and stop at this time. Perhaps, only in the fully equipped Imperial Hospital, Mo Xingkui still had a glimmer of hope. But this is Konoha Town, and there is not even the most basic ventilator and blood pressure meter.

Bella was the only woman in the 57th team. She stopped Lille, stared at Seth with her extremely cold eyes, and asked, "How much do you want to make a price?"

"I can't promise to save him."

Seth set his own safety prerequisites very cunningly. Then, he stretched out a finger and nervously and excitedly put forward the condition: "I want a thousand gold coins. If you don't do this, you'd better carry him away."

He knew that these mercenaries could not get a thousand gold coins no matter what. This was equivalent to saying it to death first. Seth stayed in Konoha Town for a long time, and he knew the temper of mercenaries. These fools and idiots value loyalty more than anything else. Brothers and love, all of them are empty and false anesthetics. In addition to being able to recharge the scenes while drinking, in fact, they can't even buy a piece of bread. Well, they say that they can be used to slap their knives for the sake of brothers and friends. I have never seen such idiots who snatch the knife and stab themselves in a mess. But one thing is certain: the people in the Fifty-seventh Team will not watch their captain die like this. They will borrow money everywhere, although they definitely cannot borrow a thousand gold coins, and hundreds should be fine. Mo Xingkui will die sooner or later, and he just pretends to make a surgery scene.

Anyway, the ugly saying has been said before, and whether the operation is successful or not has nothing to do with you. Of course, the medical expenses must not be reduced. Moreover, this is a good opportunity to make a fortune

This is what it means to ask for money but not life. Seth is not a fool who ignores everything for money. He knows that he is the only doctor in Konoha Town. The mercenaries have no choice at all. Even if things develop to the worst situation, someone will stand up to protect themselves. After all, he is the security guarantee for all the mercenaries and residents here. Even if the guys from the Fifty-Seventh Team want to vent their anger, they must first pass the other people's level.

"One thousand...one thousand gold coins?"

Hengarry's face suddenly turned pale. He turned around and looked at the other team members standing next to him, and found that everyone's face was filled with anger and unconcealed pain.

What is the concept of a thousand gold coins?

That is equivalent to buying a luxury house in a hot spot in the first-tier cities of the Empire, which is equivalent to no longer having to be a mercenary and living a happy and happy life from now on. You should know that the "indulge" issued by the Imperial Police Agency is only 500 gold coins at most. Of course, incomparable criminals such as committing specific political destruction, assassination of special people, and having a serious impact on the imperial security are not included, nor can they clear the case by purchasing indulgences. However, just look at Red Stone City, you will understand the true value of 500 gold coins. There are many people there who may have never seen gold coins in their entire lives, and dozens of silver coins are their lifelong savings.

The purse I just threw out was the savings of everyone in the 57th Squad. Henggeri was the person in the squad who stayed in Konoha Town for the longest time except Mo Xingkui. He lived here for fourteen years. The shortest time was Cookmok, nine years and six months. Many people thought that mercenaries had a good income and belonged to the high-income class. In fact, this is not the case. Weapons, equipment, etc. all require funds to be purchased, and the remaining part will not be too much. A thousand gold coins are definitely astronomical figures that they cannot imagine. Although the sound from Seth's mouth was not loud, it shook his heart like a thunder.

Henggeri always felt that he had a good temper and belonged to the kind of man who could treat calmly no matter what he encountered. But this time, he felt really unbearable, and for some reason he had the idea of ​​smashing Seth's rotten face into meat sauce. Without turning around, Henggeri also heard the heavy breathing of other companions standing around. Their thoughts should be similar to those of him, and he wanted to tear the despicable fat man in front of him to pieces.

Trying to suppress the urge to kill, Hengeri gritted his teeth and quickly let go, his voice becoming hoarse and heavy: "Doctor Seth, please be sure to save our captain. You don't have to worry about money, let's borrow it now. Now, please help him quickly."

Seth's slick face shuddered. This was a sign of extreme surprise.

He knew that he had bet right, and these stupid mercenaries didn't use their brains to consider problems. They just wanted to save people, but never thought about a series of problems that followed. Then again, whether it was borrowing usury or going out to hunt dark creatures, what did it have to do with me? I am a doctor, and the medical expenses are so high. If you like to treat it, you can get out if you don't treat it, you can get out if you don't.

Seth moved his fat body, pretended to pick up the stethoscope, and placed it on Mo Xingkui's chest, who was almost frozen and cold. Seeing his movement, the four members of the Fifty-seventh team were relieved of their nervousness and anger. Just as Hengarry wanted to turn around and leave, thinking about who to borrow money from, he heard Seth's despicable and dirty voice in his ears again.

"It won't work if you continue like this. His condition is very bad. I have to transfusion blood. I have two bags of general plasma here. This thing is very expensive, and I spent a lot of money to buy it. The money you took out is not enough. What if you don't come back after you leave? What if you throw him away and disappear collectively? No, you have to leave some things as collateral, and then I will give him a blood transfusion."

Seth's concerns are not without reason, but are completely logical.

At least, that's what he thought.

Mercenaries are always stupid creatures between rich and poor. Only ghosts know whether Hengray can borrow money? What if everyone refuses him? What if he works hard and ends up getting a few gold coins? All questions must be taken into account. Commitment is the most valuable thing in the world. I can even fart it as a promise, but the question is, who is willing to pay for such verbal words?

Cookmock was a strong black man. His body was also covered with dry black blood and there were several obvious scratches on his face. Cookmock was not used to Seth's way of speaking. He took off the assault rifle from his shoulders, pulled the bolt hard, and raised the gun to point the awkward Seth at the somewhat panicked Seth, threatening it from the neat and white teeth.

"You shameless fat bastard, what kind of mortgage do you want? I can ejaculate you into a honeycomb now, so I use your head as collateral. I will perform surgery immediately. If I save the person, I will pay, and there will be no less copper. If the person dies, I will make you regret why you want to live in this world."

Seth shivered suddenly, immediately threw down the stethoscope, threw away the disinfectant swab that he had just held in his hand, screaming like a frightened fat sow, trotting on tiptoe on the floor, rushing to the door, standing in the middle of the threshold, raising his chubby hands in the air, dancing back and forth, making a shrill scream as if he was about to be in front of him.

"You threaten me? How dare you threaten me?"

"Please take me away, I, I will no longer be cured."

"Take your money, bring your things, go out of my house, go as far as I can, I will never see you again."

Seth is also an evolutionist, and he also has the ability to evolve second-level evolution. If he fights one-on-one, although he will be beaten badly by Cookmok, he is not without a chance to fight back. But after all, he is not a mercenary and is no longer a brave and fierce age. In contrast, Seth is more willing and prefers to pretend to be crazy and stupid. He knows that the people in Konoha Town need him. Even if he angers the mercenaries of the Fifty-Seventh Team, someone will come forward to help the end.

What's more, it was impossible for them to make a substantial threat to themselves. Mo Xingkui lay on the operating table. Every time a second delay was delayed, the guy was closer to death.

"Enough"

Henggeri is a man with a steady personality and a clear mind at any time. But even so, he felt unbearable to the despicable face of the fat man Seth. This tall man with a similar appearance to that of the White Russian blood on Earth rushed thousands of times, pulled away Cooke Mok, who was aiming at Seth with an assault rifle, and suppressed the urge to smash Seth's ugly face into meat sauce. He reached out and grabbed Seth's clothes. With his tall body, he pressed Seth, who was screaming and screaming, and stared at the other party with his cold eyes.

"Listen, I don't want to cause trouble. You have been in Konoha Town for a long time. You must have heard my name and understand that I am actually easy to talk to."

Henggeri pulled out his pistol, turned it around a few times in his palm, aiming the thick black muzzle at the sweaty Seth, and said gloomyly: "Here, you have two names. Some people call you "Doctor Seth" and some people call you "Fat Bitch Seth". You should know the meaning of these two names better than me. I really want to shoot your head with one shot, just like the corpse I shot at noon yesterday. But you also saw that our captain was seriously injured, so I gave up any thoughts from before and honestly called you "Doctor Seth".

After pausing for a moment, Hengrey rotated the gun in his hand again. This time, he held the barrel and handed the handle to Seth, who was nervous on his face. His tone became heavier and full of gloomy terrible elements: "I do things fairly. My partner is the same. But don't think we are blind and deaf, especially Cookmock, who has a very bad temper. He never thought there was a doctor Seth in this world, only knowing that there is a bastard named Fat Bitch Seth. I won't always talk to you. The person standing here is me, and the next second may become Cookmock. You see, he has no good feelings for you. As long as you do what you should do, I promise you will be safe and get enough medical fees."

Henggeri's speech was not fast and his tone was plain, but everyone could hear it, and it contained a huge anger.

Seth leaned against the wall, and a chill of indescribable chill climbed up his back. He felt his tongue was a little unflexible, and he struggled to agree. After all, these mercenaries were really terrible, different from any patient he had received before. No wonder, the captain was the soul of the mercenary squad. Seth had more or less heard of the guy named Mo Xingkui lying on the operating table. It was nothing more than how fair to people, how brave to fight, how to have a bottom line in being a human being, etc. In Seth's opinion, these damn qualities were not worth even a penny. He instinctively didn't like this idiot guy. However, only these simple-minded mercenaries could easily speak and be deceived.

Thinking of this, the kindness that had just begun to sprout in Seth's mind disappeared instantly. He swallowed hard and spitted, and the fierce and cruel cold light was released in his little eyes squeezed by the fat.

"Anyway, that's the same thing, your collateral is not enough."

Seth shouted again: "Do you know the price of universal plasma? This thing is a standard first aid configuration for Imperial Army soldiers. I only have two bags of stock, and the little money you took out is not enough. What should you do if you miss the account? What can I do if I pat my butt and leave? No, if this matter is not solved, I will not save him. Then this person will die, and if you want to kill me, just do whatever you want. And you, a nigger who is darker than coal, come and kill me, and your captain will die faster."

In the face of money and danger, Seth still chose the former. He made up his mind that he would rather be resentful by these mercenaries forever than take out the last son from the other party's pocket with a dark heart. The reason is very sufficient, the reality is cruel, and if you don't give it money, get out.

Seth's provocation immediately aroused Cookmock's rifle. He picked up the assault rifle again and roared like thunder in his mouth. This action attracted Hengrey's attention. He immediately reached out to grab the gun body and suddenly raised the muzzle. Only a few "da da da da da da" shots were heard. Several bullet holes appeared on the thick roof, and a faint smoke came out.

The quarrel was too loud, and the residents around him surrounded him. On this occasion, the gunshots of Cookmock were more harsh than ever. Lille, who was standing next to him, suddenly changed his face. Just as Hengarry snatched the gun, Lille hurriedly hugged Cookmock's shoulder, tied it tightly, dragging it and pulling it out of the house.

"Don't use this nonsense to make me foolish. Seth, we all know the price of universal plasma. That thing is sold at most at two silver coins on the official Imperial market."

Henggray's chin was tense tightly. When he said these words, his eyes were filled with pain. Henggray had no extra thoughts to be angry. Mo Xingkui's breath became weaker and weaker, and he could die at any time. Now, no matter what conditions Seth, a bastard, offered, he would accept it unconditionally.

As he said that, Hengrey threw down the assault rifle in his hand and pointed to the weapons and equipment on the ground, looking extremely tired: "We will give you all these things. Don't try to test my patience anymore, you'd better start the surgery now."

"I have already said that you don't have enough money."

Seeing the outside of the house full of onlookers, Seth's confidence became more and more. While picking up the stethoscope from the ground, he threatened with a very fast speech: "You'd better go and get money now. Yes, the actual value of universal plasma is not that much. But don't forget that this is Konoha Town. And I am the only doctor here."
Chapter completed!