Not long after Simon came home, Tiger came to the door, and his boss, Chekwin, had a problem.

Although the last time Chek swayed Simon, the two were just startled, but this did not prevent Simon from seeing him.

Of course, he was looking at money for the sake of money. He had already made a plan. If Cheekwen's illness could be cured, he would have to kill him this time.

I hurried to Chekwen's luxurious manor. The manor was not as lively as the previous two visits. The servants in the manor were all nervous. It seemed that Cheekwin was in big trouble this time.

In his bedroom, Simon met Chekwin.

Cheekwen's appearance startled Simon, unkempt, unshaven, depressed and depressed, looking ten years older.

Seeing Simon coming in, Chekwin raised his hand weakly to him as a greeting.

Simon is now curious about what happened to turn him into this virtue.

"Simon, this time I'm down, I'm down." Cheekwen was extremely frustrated and drank.

Some time ago, he was still high-spirited, with a mansion and good wine, surrounded by beautiful women, and embracing him from left to right, which made Simon very envious, but now it has become this kind of virtue. Seriously, Simon smiled gleefully.

Typical hatred of the rich.

This guy doesn't have a terminal illness, right?

Simon held back his smile and asked, "Tell me, what's wrong with me?"

He glanced at his little brother and smiled bitterly: "It's broken."

"What's wrong?"

"My little brother is broken." He pointed to his lower body, a little on the verge of tears.

Simon was stunned for a moment. The last time he came here, it was also the problem of the little brother. Today it is the same problem again. This guy's life style is too corrupt.

Judging from his appearance, this time it seems to be much more serious than the last time.

"Take off your pants and let me see."

Chekwin didn't shy away from other people, and took off his pants directly. Cheekwen's little brother hangs in his crotch, without any vitality.

"It looks fine."

"It can't move."

"Tell me what happened."

"I held a naked party a few days ago, during which I used a little psychedelic powder. I had too much fun. I misused a new drug and it killed it." Chekwin slapped himself, A look of regret.

"What medicine is so powerful." Simon was a little suspicious.

That kind of medicine has side effects, but he has never heard of how it can kill my little brother with just one use.

Chekwin took out a pack of pills from the drawer and threw it in front of Simon.

He gritted his teeth and said, "It's this thing. Someone on the naked side said that the medicine is more effective than an iron rod. I didn't think much about it when I was on the drug, and it killed my little brother."

"That **** who killed me, I cut him into pieces and fed him to the dog. Fuck, I shouldn't have let him die so easily, I should have let him live and tortured him. He ruined my life, no more Little brother, what's the point of my life?" Chekewen was emotionally unstable, roaring like crazy, with a hideous expression and uncontrollable resentment.

Simon ignored him, picked up a pill, looked and smelled it.

"There is magic energy in it," Simon said.

"That's right, if it wasn't for magical energy, how could it be possible to kill my little brother all at once."

"After the accident, I immediately went to the inner city and went to the best doctor in the inner city for an examination. He said that my kidneys were severely failing, and the nerves around my **** were necrotic. My little brother couldn't be cured. I spent a lot of money to find a demon. Doctor, he also said that it is difficult for the little brother to recover." Cheekwen pulled his hair and looked in pain.

This guy's only pursuit in this life is to be happy and happy. If the little brother is gone, it is probably more uncomfortable than death.

"The magic doctor doesn't like it?" Simon was shocked, knowing that the magic doctor specializes in treating diseases contaminated by magic energy. If even the magic doctor can't do anything, Chekewen's disease is more serious than expected.

Simon knew that there was only one magician in the inner city, and he was an extremely experienced old magician. If he couldn't do anything, he would almost have sentenced Chekwen to death.

"It's not that he can't help it. He said that the kidneys and necrotic nerves can be slowly recovered through recuperation, but the process is very long. He optimistically estimates that it will take seven or eight years."

There is still hope.

"I'm going to go to the federal capital, where to look for opportunities."

"Then why are you looking for me?"

"Although I know you're unlikely to cure me, I always want to try."

"Show me the case."

Chekwen took out the case, Simon read it carefully, kidney failure, nerves around the genitals, blood vessels necrosis.

Seriously indeed.

Checking Cheekwen's body again, the magical energy aura is very weak, and it can't be noticed unless it hits the attention.

"No way, I won't blame you." Seeing Simon's serious expression, Chekwen shook his head, he had no hope for Simon.

"It's really serious, but it can be cured."

"I knew it, please make a trip, give Simon a hundred yuan, and send him back." Cheekwen slumped on the sofa in despair and gave up on himself.

Simon looked at him speechlessly.

"I mean it can be cured."

"I know, thank you, I won't blame you, it's all my fault."

Simon rolled his eyes: "Are you a fool?"

"Fuck, why are you scolding me?

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