Saint Eyes: The Magic Doctor

Wu Lai read it for less than half a minute. He threw the information aside and left without saying a word.    

    

Nian Bing did not stop Wu Lai. Wu Lai's attitude was very obvious. He wanted to do it himself.    

    

Some people did not need to make a big deal out of nothing, but some people should not beg for death.    

    

...    

    

The Sha City at night was charming, lively, and full of all kinds of activities.    

    

The bar was brightly lit, and the fragrance of the supper stall filled the air. There were also many roadside stalls selling all kinds of small items.    

    

At the entrance of the underground tunnel, there were quite a number of people setting up street stalls. One of the stalls was set up by a tall and thin black man, who was setting up a stall. He was fiddling with the guitar in his hand and occasionally singing along with his rapper. There was quite a lot of change in the box in front of him. It was all someone else who tipped him.    

    

"Peter, long time no see. How's business recently?" Right now, he had just finished a song and was about to continue inviting customers to buy his accessories when... A figure stood in front of his stall. The familiar words from his hometown made him subconsciously raise his head.    

    

"Casey, it looks like you're really rich." Peter looked at his old friend, who was also black, and his eyes lit up. This old friend was just like me before, and he also received help on one hand. On the other hand, he was working part-time to earn money. He was barely able to live a good life in China. But now, Casey is wearing very fashionable clothing, and he even has a pair of AJs on his feet. This made him very surprised.    

    

"Of course! If we have time to drink together, we won't be able to earn much by setting up stalls. I have a better way to earn money. Here's my business card. I'm going to work. Contact me when the time comes. " Casey smiled and gave his old friend a business card. After waving goodbye, he left in a hurry, as if he was in a hurry to go to work.    

    

Peter looked at the business card and was a little curious. This business card was the address of a nightclub. He knew about this place. The expenses there were very high. He also heard that whether it was the princess or the quality of the young master... They were all top quality in Sha City. Was Casey working there now?    

    

However, what could he do to make Casey's income be able to exchange for a set of expensive clothes?    

    

...    

    

Casey was in a very good mood. He had already walked to a bar by himself. In China, he was very glad that he was black. In the eyes of the Chinese, he only needed to change his clothes. He could become a complete stranger. After all, the black people in this area... It was the same for many people who came to the bar.    

    

And Casey, the so-called job, was actually just that he had been a young master at a nightclub for a while. To be more precise, he was a duck.    

    

His luck was pretty good. He met a few bosses from China who were generous and gave him a lot of money in just a few days. He immediately went to buy a set of clothes.    

    

However, the good times did not last long.    

    

Once again, when he went to the hospital for a checkup, he found that he was carrying a HIV... This was undoubtedly a devastating blow to him, who had just seen the hope of his life.    

    

He didn't know if he had carried it with him before, or... When he was making money, he was infected. But... Since then, he had decided... Since he had already contracted this disease, then he would pull more people into the water!    

    

In particular, he realized that ever since he changed into a new set of clothes, the women in China were very interested in him.