Chapter 93 (1/2)

Before he became a corpse collector, old John also had a family and a room. He had two shops of his own, which were not rich and middle-class. However, in a rare disaster, what he had been fighting for half his life was nothing.

His shop was robbed by those hungry thugs, his wife and children were taken away, his leg was broken, and his only little daughter could not survive the disaster. He was starved to death alive. The biggest driving force supporting his survival was his silent wife and children, hoping to see each other again in his lifetime, but with time As time goes on, this hope is increasingly dim.

At the end of the day, old John was in tears. The only thing Sean could do was to be a listener and listen to an old man's memories of the past. By the time old John left, he was already drunk. As for whether the wine had drunk him or his own memories, Sean could not tell.

This was the first and last meeting between Sean and old John. He heard the news of old John again. It was a week later that the life star of the corpse collector died in his own home.

It is said that the week before he left was the happiest one for him. He seemed to put down a certain burden, smile every day, and shuttle in the forgotten lane. No one thought that he should have left in such a hurry.

Only Sean vaguely touched the mind of this one-sided old man. Maybe he didn't realize that it was no longer his missing wife and children who supported him to survive, but his feelings for the corpse collector. When he saw that the group had new hope, he finally did not need to support the disabled body to continue suffering.

This is not an exaggeration adjective. At that meeting, Sean had personally examined old John, and his body function had shown a great decline, especially the lung lesions had reached the late stage. Without any medical help, it was just a miracle that he could survive to the present.

Others were surprised at his death, but Sean didn't, just didn't expect it to be so soon.

Even though the medical center was busy with the cooperation with the corpse collector, Sean still took time to mourn the old man. Somehow, Sean had a natural affection for the old man who had only one meeting. Maybe it was fate, or he saw a trace of his father's shadow in his body, which made him feel sad and aroused his mind ——My relatives in another world, how are you doing?

Although old John left, the cooperation between Sean medical center and the corpse collector did not stop, and it achieved unprecedented success. Not only did a large number of homeless people who were originally sent to the corpse pit were pulled back from the ghost gate by the medical center, but also some gladiators who had suffered fatal injuries were rescued by the medical team led by Sean.

For a while, Sean and his medical center were famous. Not only the citizens, gladiators, but also many lords and nobles heard of such a existence. However, their first reaction was to frown, because the so-called medical center was run by Andes people.

There are many right and wrong people.

This is common in any world, especially on the street.

There is even a rumor that when Shaun came down to earth as a god envoy, the monks and friars of the Holy See could not sit still. They criticized Sean and his clinic one by one in private or semi public occasions. They thought that they were misbehaving and had no medical qualification at all. They were gambling on the lives of patients. This kind of behavior should be prohibited and private persons without relevant authorization Medical institutions should be banned.

Sean pretended to be a God, which was a kind of blasphemy to the God. He should go to the church to repent and accept the corresponding punishment.

For this situation, Sean had psychological preparation, turned a deaf ear to it, and just did his own thing. In the process of treating a large number of Gladiator injuries, his database has become more and more perfect, especially those below Knight level.

For the manipulation of power, especially in the subtle manipulation, it is even better. After all, it involves a lot of fresh life, which can't help Shawn's carelessness and carelessness.

What really pushed Sean and the clinic to the top of the storm was a gladiator they had snatched from death.

If the Gladiator was an ordinary Gladiator, most of the slave owners would not care. After all, they would have regarded them as dead if they had thrown them to the corpse collector.

Even when it is said that the medical center has revived their slave gladiators, many people don't even ask about it. Even if these slave gladiators are rescued, most of them lack arms and legs, and they are rubbish that can't go to the arena. What should they do? Can't our ancestors support them?

Now that the clinic has saved them, let the clinic keep them.

There are also a small number of slave owners who want to recover their slaves. Sean has never said no, but before that, please pay the medical expenses.

Most of these slaveholders would be deterred by the high medical costs, which were enough for him to train several new slave gladiators. This was not Sean's wild price, but the market price.

If the rescued Gladiator is a knight, the situation is totally different.

In other words, the knight Gladiator had a certain fate with the medical staff. The last time the medical center visited the great Knight level leopard Odin orc, he was seriously injured and died in the process of fighting with him.This big Knight Gladiator, nicknamed as butcher valletas, is the star class Gladiator second only to the two champion Knight gladiators who won the championship. The arena was full with him.

Because his fighting style is just like his name, full of blood and violence. His favorite thing to do is to dismember his opponent with swordsmanship. The most burning thing is that he tore off the limbs of an opponent with brute force and bare hands, and killed him to death, so as to make his name solid.

The reason for this is that his master is not a slave owner in the traditional sense, but a young man from valletas, the capital of the king. Sending people to take part in the fight is purely a matter of playing with tickets. Naturally, such a person does not care whether he will offend his peers or how to satisfy his own bloodthirsty desire.