novelraw Chapter 187: Dr. Charles is a good man!
Chapter 187: Dr. Charles is a good man!
"Dr. Charles? That name sounds familiar!"
Alexander gripped the brakes tightly, and the tires of Full Moon’s motorcycle let out a piercing screech before finally coming to a stop in front of this soldier ghost.
With the Full Moon motorcycle, Alexander wasn’t particularly afraid; even if they couldn’t win the battle, escaping shouldn’t be a problem.
But as he looked closer, recognizing the features of the ghost calling out to him, he was momentarily stunned.
Damn! Wasn’t this one of the clients he’d treated at the Happy Clinic?
Back in those days at the Happy Clinic, this man had been deceived by Alexander, paying a hefty medical fee to have his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys all replaced.
Not only that, but he even had a black dragon tattooed on his stomach!
The problem was, the organs Alexander had replaced were all substandard products, due to disappear after just seven days!
Instinctively, Alexander felt like he had been caught red-handed after doing something wrong.
"Dr. Charles, I am Peter! The one who got the black dragon tattoo! I even signed up for VIP!"
Seeing Alexander’s stunned expression, Peter thought he had been forgotten and panicked, lifting his shirt to reveal the tattoo:
"Dr. Charles, look! This is the black dragon tattoo you gave me! Not just me, many of us here in this group are residents of Happy Street, and many of the ghosts were once your clients!"
While talking, Peter motioned to those behind him, "Come over, everyone, it’s Dr. Charles! We’ve found Dr. Charles!"
"Really, Dr. Charles! Do you remember me? I got a skull tattoo!"
"Dr. Charles, look at me! I’m your Svip, I got a double dragon tattoo!"
"Get out of the way! I’m the supreme Ssvip. Look! I got a Hello Kitty tattoo, you told me it was the trendiest one, exuding dominance at all times!"
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The group of ghosts excitedly gathered around, all crowding around Alexander.
"What’s going on here? Didn’t we declare war on the evil ghost association?"
Behind, the members of the fierce ghost association were dumbfounded, all at a loss.
"Why fight anymore? We’re all friends here, just watch!" An older member slapped the speaking ghost and then looked admiringly in Alexander’s direction: "Our honorary chairman truly has many friends; he can find old acquaintances wherever he goes."
On the other hand, Alexander, now surrounded by old customers from Happy Street, discovered that they didn’t seem to be looking for trouble or settling old scores.
"You all... How have you been recently?" Alexander asked, a bit awkwardly.
If they were enemies, he would have unleashed slaughter without hesitation. But meeting these innocent old customers, he felt a twinge of guilt.
Still, if given another chance, Alexander would deceive them all over again, coaxing them into expensive VIP packages and branding them with Hello Kitty tattoos.
His past in sales had taught him to sometimes forgo moral boundaries to achieve outstanding performance.
Hearing Alexander’s question, the surrounding evil ghosts’ eyes turned red, and Peter’s face filled with grief and anger:
"You have no idea! The owner of the Happy Clinic ruined us! All those organs were counterfeit, and they dissipated within days! Dr. Charles, you must have left the clinic after discovering something, right?"
"Yes! Exactly!" Alexander nodded vigorously, putting on a facade of a fellow victim and exclaimed angrily: "I discovered that the owner was using substandard products to deceive you, so I stole the artifact used to create them in a fit of rage and came to Fierce Ghost Street!"
As he spoke, Alexander subtly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, watching the evil ghosts carefully, ready to flee at any moment.
"I knew it! Dr. Charles is a good man!"
Peter, after listening, slapped his chest and exclaimed, "When you all said back then that Dr. Charles might have been in cahoots with the clinic’s owner, I told you it couldn’t be possible! A doctor who can ink such a fierce and mighty tattoo as Hello Kitty could never be a swindler."
"Dr. Charles, I never thought that you left the clinic to steal the artifact that creates counterfeit, substandard organs, to save more ghosts from being deceived. I misjudged you!" said a ghost who was standing at a distance and had not crowded around, remorsefully.
Afterwards, everyone fell silent, and the atmosphere became somewhat awkward.
To ease the tension, Alexander looked at the members of the Evil Ghost Association and curiously asked, "Aren’t you all ghosts from Happy Street? How did you end up here on Fierce Ghost Street, and even joined the Evil Ghost Association? Also, your power has grown incredibly fast!"
"That’s a long story!" began the ghost with two black dragons inked on him. "Originally, we were duped by the clinic owner, so we all decided to go and demand an explanation."
"Who would have thought that the clinic owner would be so despicable! He had emptied everything from the clinic beforehand and shifted all the blame onto you guys. It’s utterly absurd!"
"Exactly, totally absurd!" Peter nodded in agreement, indignantly.
"Does the clinic’s owner think we’re idiots? Who doesn’t know that Dr. Charles is a chosen one? What would a chosen one want with raiding his clinic? To go back and open his own?
The most ridiculous part is, he even stripped the floor and ceiling! Could a chosen one do something like this? Nothing so absurd has ever happened on Happy Street in all these years!"
My goodness!
It’s a good thing they’re not residents of Undead Street or Fierce Ghost Street; otherwise, they wouldn’t have spoken such naive words!
Alexander discreetly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead again.
The ghost with the Hello Kitty tattoo, still furious and oblivious to anything wrong, continued, "We were enraged at the time! All the ghosts charged together, tearing that despicable character to shreds. And guess what? Sure enough, we found a secret chamber underground, specifically for hiding treasure!"
A secret chamber?
This time, Alexander was utterly stunned.