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Chapter 556 - 424 No, this is a different price

Chapter 556: Chapter 424 No, this is a different price

"That depends on the matter at hand."

Doctor Nile’s gaze became sharp.

"In that case, I’d rather not say anything. No need to ruin the peace. Honestly, it’s only out of respect for Zheng-san that I decided to be upfront with you, Doctor."

Guo Koutangzi said, neither humble nor arrogant.

With Liu Zheng absent, her tone had become noticeably more polite.

At the mention of Liu Zheng’s name, Doctor Nile’s expression stiffened for a moment.

"Go on. I promise, at least until Liu Zheng returns, I won’t take any unfriendly actions."

He spoke in a deep voice.

"Fine, then I’ll say it. Our Jiwei Group once introduced a signature dish: Mummy Medicinal Soup."

Guo Koutangzi said bluntly.

*Crack!*

The concrete ground beneath Doctor Nile’s feet shattered like glass, and golden flames ignited on his body.

The Green, Ginger, Garlic, and Chili quartet were overwhelmed by his aura, instinctively drawing their samurai swords and lifting their firearms.

"Put them away."

Guo Koutangzi turned back and commanded.

"Big Sister!"

Chili Head called out.

"I said, put them away. Doctor Nile is a friend of Zheng-san. Until he strikes us first, no blades or firearms should be pointed at him."

Guo Koutangzi’s tone was firm, allowing no argument.

"Hai Yi!"

The Green, Ginger, Garlic, and Chili quartet gritted their teeth, returned their swords to their sheaths, and lowered their firearms.

"Don’t think for a moment that just because you said that, I’ll let this matter slide."

Doctor Nile still held his scimitar steady.

"If Doctor Nile insists on seeking revenge, then set a time and place once this is over. The Jiwei Group will definitely show up."

"But there’s something I must clarify: the Jiwei Group has never purchased mummies. Those ingredients were always brought in by the diners themselves."

Even without the Jiwei Group, those mummies would have ended up on someone else’s dining table.

Guo Koutangzi didn’t spell it out, but the subtext was crystal clear.

"Hmph."

Doctor Nile snorted noncommittally.

To him, butchers and cooks were all executioners, equally detestable.

If he had the strength, he’d even add the diners to his list for vengeance.

At least, Guo Koutangzi hadn’t further stoked his anger.

"If you no longer treat members of my race as ingredients, I won’t target you."

After a long pause, Doctor Nile finally spoke.

"Of course, Zheng-san’s friends are friends of the Jiwei Group. The Jiwei Group would never stoop to the dishonorable act of cooking a friend."

Guo Koutangzi vowed with conviction.

Although mummy cuisine had been quite profitable, the raw materials had become nearly impossible to find, and they now had other, better options.

When the Jiwei establishment first launched its Mummy Medicinal Soup, it was less about making money and more about demonstrating their prowess.

"Fine. Let it be so."

Doctor Nile moved aside, and the golden flames on his body gradually extinguished.

The Jiwei Group secretly rejoiced—now they could legitimately seek medical treatment at the "Imhotep" clinic.

The physician they’d relied on at their usual clinic had died last month, and the doctor who took over, his son, was utterly incompetent.

Forget saving lives; even curing minor illnesses would result in catastrophic blunders.

Last week, when Ginger Head had some cracks on his face, he’d gone to that clinic, only for that doctor to suggest replacing his entire head.

And worse, the doctor couldn’t even carry it out, proposing instead that Ginger Head have his head severed there and then go to a hospital to get a new one attached.

What sort of hackery was that?

Had it not been for their prior good relations with the old doctor, Ginger Head would have smashed that clinic on the spot.

But without that clinic, they had no better options.

After all, private clinics like that, while not as ruthless as hospitals, often had even more unscrupulous profit motives.

Hospitals, at least, wouldn’t admit you unless they were certain they could treat you—though they often padded the bill with excessive treatments to make extra money.

Private clinics, on the other hand, were notorious for outrageous empty promises, leaving patients with emptier wallets and untreated ailments.

The Jiwei Group was now down to just a few people and a few bank cards; they couldn’t afford to risk going to unfamiliar clinics.

Now, with Doctor Nile’s word, they had a stable and reliable clinic they could turn to in the future.

Clinics run by Immortal Species didn’t guarantee superior medical skills, but their advantage lay in consistency—

The doctor who pulled your great-great-grandfather’s tooth might very well pull your great-great-grandchild’s tooth, possibly even from the same spot.

Niu Daji, too, breathed a sigh of relief. Both sides were friends of the boss—it would have been a nightmare to choose a side if they came to blows.

"Are you guys done fighting? If not, I’m going to start eating."

The French Plane Tree suddenly interjected.

"Go ahead and eat."

Everyone exchanged glances, and Doctor Nile, who was closest to it, nodded.

"Alright."

Tree roots dragged the corpse of the Wood Elf Royal Family member and the Ginseng Sprite into the Black Soil. Soon, the chilling sound of frantic chewing filled the air.

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"Hello, is this the Deputy Minister?"

Liu Zheng sat in the passenger seat and dialed the phone.

"You’re no longer at the bathhouse, but you still call me Deputy Minister?"

The Deputy Minister responded coyly.

"Then, how about calling you ’Sweetheart’?"

He ventured.

"Ha."

The Deputy Minister’s tone turned cold.

"Baby? Cutie? Cupcake?"

Liu Zheng rattled off without hesitation.

"You don’t even remember my name anymore, do you?"

The Deputy Minister pouted.

"How could I forget?"

He denied flatly.

"I never asked in the first place."

"Ha, typical. Men are all the same."

The Deputy Minister rolled her eyes.