Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 688 - 685 Outrageous Black Clinic

Chapter 688: 685, Outrageous Black Clinic Chapter 688: 685, Outrageous Black Clinic Once Du Wei spoke up, Tiquel naturally dared not say more.

After all, His Excellency the Duke had saved his and James’s lives.

Although the process was very strange, and he had lost a kidney.

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But he still owed a favor.

Tiquel comforted himself in this way, but the more he did, the paler his face became.

“Wait, I lost a kidney?”

When people are emotionally agitated, they can easily overlook their own pain because they’re not aware of it.

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But once they become aware, the pain is unavoidable.

And the after-effects will erupt.

That was the case with Tiquel; his body started to shake immediately, his legs went weak, one hand clutching his lower back, bending like a red-hot lobster.

“I can’t make it! I’m going to die! Get me to a hospital quickly.”

Du Wei frowned, the area around the Dusk Bell Church was affected by Ryan Hamel’s power, and the shielding would not end until this rain stopped.

Right away.

He stepped forward and said, “Calm down, keep breathing, losing a kidney won’t kill a person, it just makes you weaker.”

On the side, Ryan scratched his head, a bit confused, thinking that he had only slept for a while, so why did Tiquel lose a kidney?

Could it be the work of the doctors from the black clinic he knew?

Fuck!

The more Ryan thought about it, the more he felt it was true.

Involuntarily, he looked at Tiquel somewhat guiltily and whispered, “It’s just a kidney, don’t panic, you definitely won’t die, James is living just fine.”

Upon hearing this, Tiquel subconsciously glanced at James.

James was lying unconscious on the ground, half of his body already covered by the rain.

“He’s not dead, is he?”

Tiquel’s face turned green.

Ryan snorted coldly, “Dead? Are you insulting me? I, Baron Ryan, used to be a medical genius, second only to the director, a great doctor!”

“James is my slave and patient, with me here, it’s hard for him to die even if he wanted to!”

As he spoke, Ryan walked over to James, grabbed his collar, and then put his ear to his chest to listen.

“His heartbeat is a bit irregular! It seems like the left atrium isn’t supplying blood very well, but no worries, I’ll contact my friends at the black clinic later, and have them look for a heart to transplant into James.”

Du Wei’s eyelid twitched wildly, “Ryan, don’t mess around, your black clinic friends will take his life.”

Ryan exclaimed, “But… but James owes me over a hundred billion in medical fees, I have to make sure he stays well so he can do hard labor for me for a lifetime, otherwise I’ll be ruined.”

Suddenly.

Perhaps it was the mention of a hundred billion that triggered James’s psychological shadow.

He miraculously opened his eyes, shuddering all over.

“I… I… didn’t die?”

Ryan lifted his head, looking at James with a grin, “What kind of dream were you having? With me here, you can’t die even if you want to, I saved your life again, I’ve got this medical bill noted very clearly, you now owe me three hundred billion!”

James’s scalp tingled, and he immediately pushed Ryan away, “Stay away from me.”

By now, James knew something was off with Ryan.

Although he didn’t know Ryan’s exact abilities, the wisdom he borrowed when he was influenced by Du Wei made him feel that there was a great secret about this madman.

However, with Du Wei present, he didn’t dare to think too deeply.

He could only keep his distance with respect.

After hesitating for a moment, James looked back at Du Wei and Tiquel, opened his mouth, and said bitterly, “Lord Duwei, thank you.”

Du Wei nodded, “Don’t be polite, it’s what I should do.”

Tiquel looked utterly bewildered.

One hand was clutching his lower back where a palm-sized wound had been stitched up and had long since stopped bleeding.

A kidney had just disappeared like that.

But what he was thinking was, “A black clinic? What black clinic? Does Ryan know people at a black clinic? And it seems like they are in the organ trading business?”

“My kidney…”

Tiquel hesitated for a moment, still holding his back, and asked Ryan tremulously, “Ryan…”

Ryan snorted coldly, “Call me Baron!”

With no choice, Tiquel said, “Baron Ryan, I’m missing a kidney, can you contact your friends at the black clinic and get me a new one?”

Ryan laughed disdainfully, “Getting a new kidney is no problem, but do you have the money?”

Hmm… If Tiquel pays, then I’ll make a call tonight, and have those friends at the black clinic give Tiquel a kidney transplant.

Through gritted teeth, Tiquel said, “Although I don’t have money, I can earn it. Now that Dusk Bell is gone, my abilities remain. I can deal with Evil Spirits and work for government forces.”

Ryan’s eyes widened in surprise, “There’s such a good deal? Alright then! Go work, and right now a kidney on the black market costs two million. You prepare three million, and I’ll have my friends at the black clinic do the full set for you, guaranteed to be identical to your original one.”

Tiquel nodded in agreement, “Alright, it’s a deal.”

Although he felt it was very bizarre to negotiate such a matter with a lunatic, this man was after all from His Excellency the Duke’s circle, and upon reflection, must not be simple.

Perhaps what he was seeing was just the surface.

Perhaps the man really did know people at the black clinic, with connections and channels broader than he could imagine.

To the side, Du Wei and James watched this scene, both stunned.

Du Wei was still okay.

His temperament was naturally cool and detached.

But James showed a look of pity, thinking to himself, “Tiquel used to seem quite normal, what’s going on now? Ryan is a lunatic, how can his words be trusted?”

At that moment,

the torrential rain in Switzerland gradually came to a halt.

Du Wei looked up into the distance.

In the blurring mist of rain, a line of figures appeared faintly, with many car lights turning on as well.

At the forefront was a tall woman wearing a raincoat.

That was Alex, and following her were some colleagues from the church.

With the rain about to stop, they could naturally come in.

But inside, Du Wei was composed.

He squinted his eyes, and within those bloodshot orbs, there was a hint of a thought-provoking emotion.

“Be wary of her…”

This was the advice Ryan Hamel left before he disappeared.

But whether the person he should be wary of was Alex or Minette, he hadn’t been told.

Ryan Hamel only said that in a future he saw, it was that woman who killed him.

“Can I trust her?”

Du Wei asked himself, then he looked down at his own Right Hand, where the pattern of the hands on the back had darkened, its outline spreading slightly like ink.

This was a power influenced by Rahmer, and now that Rahmer had been banished to the Ghost Dimension, the power was completely his alone.

Then, he heard Alex’s voice, anxious and worried, calling out, “Du Wei…”

Hearing this, Du Wei lifted his head and smiled.