America is indeed too dangerous. I'm only here to save the suffering people.
It's too f**king dangerous!
In less than a month, how many shootings have I witnessed? How many deaths have I seen?
Just after Chen Zhao returned to the motel, he received a call from Melson. "Chen, are you free? The Los Angeles Times would like to interview you and take a photo of you and your dog."
"Sorry, I don't want to appear on the media. I think you know that my work is special."
Chen Zhao was an illegal doctor after all. If he was to appear on the papers, the police might ignore it, but not those from medical associations.
"I get it, but you should be careful too. Some reporters seem to have found a few clues. They might go around the police and investigate you directly."
Hearing this, Chen Zhao could feel his head hurt. It was certainly bad to be noticed by the media.
Even though he was not a celebrity, his story could still be a hot topic.
Since the previous day, the news about the hospital shooting hadn't stopped.
Chen Zhao stayed in his room for the entire day.
His last few days had been very fruitful and exciting.
Ethan did not accept any clients for him either, allowing him to spend the whole day in peace.
Chen Zhao slept until the night. Of course, he was awakened by Ethan's knocking.
"Chen, are you awake?"
"Yes, by you." Chen Zhao opened the door to let Ethan in.
"I heard about what happened in the hospital yesterday."
Ethan looked at Beelzebub. "My little hero, come here."
Beelzebub gave Ethan the cold shoulder and continued sleeping.
Ignored by Beelzebub, Ethan was somewhat disappointed.
"You house is almost finished. Do you want to buy furniture tomorrow? I can go with you."
"Okay... Wait... Ethan, what do you want?"
"Nothing. It's just friends helping each other."
"Helping each other?"
"Yes, helping each other."
"So what do you want?"
"I want to visit my grandmother tomorrow. I hope that you can go there with me too."
After all this, Ethan was actually just asking Chen Zhao to be his free labor.
Since Chen Zhao was getting along with Ethan quite well, he did not really mind helping out.
"Here are the burgers I've just made. They're free. For Beelzebub as well."
"Anything else?"
"Fine. I'll leave first."
Chen Zhao grabbed a burger and tossed it to Beelzebub.
Chen Zhao sat on the chair and opened the metallic box casually.
Suddenly, he saw a flash and a fist-sized demonic crystal appeared in the box.
Different from the demonic crystals he had seen earlier, this piece of demonic crystal looked like an accessory that was elaborately cut. It was a heart-shaped black gem.
At the instant Chen Zhao lifted the demonic crystal, Beelzebub stopped eating the burger and stared firmly at the crystal.
"It's a perfect crystal!"
Raymond, who had been under the blanket, also climbed out. He would have leaped at the crystal right away if he could.
"How many years is this crystal worth?"
"One hundred years."
"Oh?"
"Chen, look at how hardworking I was yesterday. You should reward me. I don't need much; just ten years. That's not too much right?"
"I was hardworking yesterday as well. Think about those two humans Rasfa and Steven. I was the main contributor."
"One year for each of you. Don't think about getting more."
"Fine... Wait, I don't want the other crystals. I want this one."
"Is this demonic crystal different from the others?"
"Of course. It's just like how you human gems have different qualities. The same goes for demonic crystals. This is a perfect crystal; its effect is better than ordinary crystals."
"So what's its value?"
"At least 150 years worth of demonic crystals."
"Maybe even higher."
"Then I'll give you two years of demonic crystals each and not break this one. I think it's worth more in one piece."
"Alright. I accept."
The perfect crystal was indeed very beautiful, but to Chen Zhao, its practical uses were more important.
If he really wanted a beautiful gem, he could have bought a man-made one.
The next day, Ethan brought Chen Zhao to a shop to order furniture.
"Sir, what kind of furniture would you like to purchase? Here are the beds. This brand is..."
"All these aren't big enough," Chen Zhao remarked, holding his chin.
The previous day, Chen Zhao had tried the large bed in Rasfa's house. He could do whatever he wanted with Zola and it was simply amazing.
Therefore, Chen Zhao had decided that he had to get a bed of the same size.
"The beds and mattresses here are all standard, so their sizes wouldn't differ too much. But if you want a special size, we can also custom make one for you."
"Chen, you're living alone. Do you really need such a big bed?"
"Yes, absolutely," Chen Zhao answered resolutely.
The saleslady happily accepted the expensive custom order. To order this bed, Chen Zhao had to pay 30% deposit immediately, which was $600. In other words, the bed and the mattress cost $2000.
Chen Zhao was seldom so extravagant, but he felt that it was worth it.
Then he started buying desks, chairs, sofas, electrical appliances, and a laptop. All the items totaled to over $6000.
Chen Zhao did not even hesitate to spend $2000 on the custom-made bed.
However, for the other furniture, Chen Zhao could almost feel his heart bleed every time.
The furniture was not sent to Chen Zhao's new home right away. Instead, it would be delivered four days later.
"Chen, let's go to my grandmother's house now."
"You're going empty-handed? Without any present?"
"Err... what should I buy?" Ethan seemed to be confused. "I don't bring something every time I go there. Grandmother will always welcome me in the warmest way. I don't think she needs anything."
Chen Zhao kicked Ethan's butt. "Can I say that you're just a bastard?"
This fat ass really doesn't know how to treat other people.
"Alright. What do you think I should buy?"
The two turned around and went back into the supermarket. They bought a carnation bouquet and a bag of fruits, as well as an Apple tablet that cost $300.
Ethan was quite reluctant to spend the $300.
Ethan's grandmother was 95 years old at the moment and lived in the urban areas of Los Angeles.
She lived in a high-class commercial building. Chen Zhao heard that she was a college professor, an advanced intellectual.
Chen Zhao was certain that Ethan had had little contact with his grandmother, for otherwise he would not be such a rude man.