"Of course. How could the Japanese military use its own soldiers for human experiments in the first place? They must have looked for them among the death row prisoners, and it is very likely that Mr. Koji Kimura is the lucky one." The customer said seriously.
Indeed, this kind of human experiment to enhance body functions has an extremely high failure rate, and the experimental subjects may die if they are not careful.
Koji Kimura survived and his strength increased dramatically, so he can indeed be considered a lucky man.
"By telling me these secrets, isn't that tantamount to betraying your own country?" Morais looked at the man steadily and said.
"It doesn't matter. We ninjas are only loyal to our lord, not the military. Besides, I once assassinated the current Prime Minister, but I failed. I'm telling you this just to repay you a favor. From now on, we owe each other nothing."
That’s right, the man disguised as a customer was none other than the Japanese ninja who had previously assassinated Morais in Shancheng. He was also a C-level killer of the Skull and Bones Society, named Miyamoto Ze.
Ever since the last assassination attempt on Morais failed, in which Morais not only did not kill him but also saved his life, Miyamoto Ze has been recuperating from his injuries and has only just recovered.
Last night, after Mo Laishi learned that it was Koji Kimura who injured Bai Mu and others, he asked Miyamoto Ze to use his connections in Japan to help him investigate Koji Kimura.
That's why the two of them met now.
"What are your plans next?" asked Morales.
"Of course I'll go back to Japan, find a stable job, get married, have children, and live a simple life."
"After dying once, I'm tired of living on the edge of a knife. Anyway, the Skull and Bones Society thinks I'm dead, so I can just hide my identity and be an ordinary person." Miyamoto Ze smiled calmly.
It is said that once people have experienced life and death, they will become open-minded.
Before, Mo Laishi was skeptical about this statement.
Now, he completely believed it.
"Okay, I have to go now. I have to catch a boat. Let me give you one last piece of information. The Skull and Bones Society has put you on the 'kill order'. Many B-level killers and even A-level killers are on their way to China. You'd better be careful." Miyamoto Ze said, put down ten dollars, and then stood up to leave.
Mo Laishi curled his lips and said nonchalantly, "How stingy! I'm your savior after all, and you won't even treat me to breakfast."
Miyamoto Ze smiled, put his hood on his head, and left.
At this time, the old man also brought up two baskets of dumplings and soy milk. While eating, Mo Laishi thought that it seemed necessary to set up his own intelligence network, otherwise it would be quite troublesome to always be on guard against those killers.
After breakfast, Mo Laishi went back to take a nap, and then leisurely came to the clinic to open it in the afternoon.
After opening the door, I waited for an hour, but no one came to seek medical treatment.
Morais almost vomited from drinking tea alone.
There's no way. After all, he is so young, and it's really hard to ask people to believe in his medical skills.
Although the opening day was a bustling occasion with many bigwigs present, those uncles and aunties didn't know the four major families or the richest man in Guangzhou. At most, they thought that Mo Laishi was some rich young man who came out to open a clinic for fun.
So even though medical treatment was free on the opening day, not many people came to Morais for treatment.
If no one comes, word of mouth won’t spread.
If word of mouth doesn’t spread, no one will come to visit.
"Oh, forget it, let's just call it a day today." Mo Laishi said to himself.
Just as Morais was about to close the door and go back to sleep, he suddenly heard a scream from outside the door: "Oh, someone is vomiting blood."
Morais ran out quickly and saw an old man with ragged clothes, unkempt hair and a dirty face, who looked like a beggar, leaning against a big tree beside the road.
The old man's half-grown beard was stained red with blood, and the corners of his mouth and the clothes on his chest were also covered in blood.
It was obvious that the person who just vomited blood was this old man.
There were several passers-by surrounding the old man, pointing and talking at him.
"Is this man dead or alive?"
"Who knows? I guess even if he's not dead, he's almost dead."
"What are you waiting for? Call the police and an ambulance."
"You're stupid! You can tell at a glance that this guy is a beggar. What if he blackmails you?"
These discussions reached Molaishi's ears, causing him to frown.
"Move aside, I'm a doctor." Mo Laishi pushed through the crowd and squatted down beside the old man.
With a glance from his Sky-Seeing Eyes, Mo Laishi discovered that the other party had suffered serious internal injuries.
If a normal person had suffered such severe internal injuries, he would have died long ago.
Mo Laishi helped the old man up, carried him on his back, and walked towards the clinic.
"Hey, man, it looks like that man is dying. Take him back. What if he dies in your clinic? I advise you not to get yourself into trouble." A young man advised with good intentions.
"It's okay, I can cure him." Without even turning his head, Mo Laishi continued to walk towards the clinic with the old man on his back.
The young man's girlfriend tugged at his sleeve and said angrily, "It's hard to persuade a damned ghost with kind words. Why are you making so much trouble? He's so rotten and has such good intentions, so let him be. Let's get going quickly, otherwise the beggar will really die and the police will come to record our statements."
After hearing this, the young man did not try to persuade her anymore and was dragged away by his girlfriend.
Mo Laishi sighed inwardly.
I thought that if it weren't for the judge's words back then, China's traditional virtues would not have regressed 50 years.
Back at the clinic, Morais placed the old man on the acupuncture bed and cut open his clothes with scissors.
Even Mo Laishi couldn't help but frown when he saw the scene.
This is because the old man's body was covered with bruises, there was almost no healthy flesh, and some parts were even sunken.
It was obvious that he was beaten, and the people who attacked him were one or more warriors.
How much hatred and resentment must one have to be beaten like this?
Mo Laishi did not delay any longer and took out the silver needles to start treating the old man.
After performing the 108-needle magic needle technique, Mo Laishi took out the cupping jar and sucked out all the blood from the old man's body.
After working for a full hour, Mo Laishi finally wiped the sweat from his forehead and said to himself, "Okay, my life has finally been saved. From now on, I will rely on medication to recuperate."
After saying that, Mo Laishi covered the old man with a blanket and went to boil the medicine.
But he had only halfway through decocting the medicine when he suddenly heard the sound of something heavy falling in the acupuncture room.
Morais hurried back to check and found that the old man was struggling to get up from the bed.
"Uncle, I just gave you an acupuncture. You can't move now. Just lie down." Mo Laishi stepped forward and supported the old man and said.
"I can't stay here, I have to go save my granddaughter." The old man's eyes were bloodshot and he struggled to leave.
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