"The receipt is ready, please give it to your master. I'm very pleased with this delivery," Charles smiled as he handed the card to the slim ghostly figure.
The slim ghostly figure glanced at the contents of the card and his face instantly turned an alarming shade of green.
This was beyond ridiculous, it was outrageously absurd! How could a single hair diagnose a bunch of life-threatening diseases for its master?! Is this a rocket launch?
But that was not his concern. Without a second thought, the slender ghostly figure immediately turned, leaned on his crutch, and, with the drip still running, hurried towards the door.
Just as he reached the door, he heard Charles call from behind, "Guest, welcome back anytime! Thank you for your patronage!"
The slim ghostly figure shivered. The hand on the crutch quickened its pace, almost fleeing, disappearing into the black mist.
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