I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms

"Alright."

Upon receiving the order, Hungry Monkey, without any questions, immediately went to the flyers and picked up the marker from the table to start making changes.

On the contrary, Doctor Gou was somewhat uneasy, and with similar doubts, he said, "Boss Chen, reducing the price this much might bring in some customers, but it won't bring too many."

"Skinning surgery isn't something that attracts countless people just by dropping the price enough."

"Apart from the cost-effectiveness, there are many other factors to consider."

"Most importantly, our clinic's standard quote for this procedure is at a minimum of 800 yuan. Now you're advertising it for 128 yuan, who's covering the remaining difference?"

Chen Miao patted Doctor Gou on the shoulder, glanced at the swiftly departing Hungry Monkey with flyers in hand, and then said with a smile, "I'll cover it. We're all reasonable people here; I won't let you suffer a loss."

"You'll cover it?"

Doctor Gou was first slightly taken aback and then his eyes immediately lit up, "Then 128 yuan is still not eye-catching enough. How about making it free! That would bring even more customers!"

Chen Miao smiled and said nothing, just stubbed out his nearly extinguished cigarette in the ashtray nearby.

The clinic still had ashtrays. If the business was good, it would be a miracle.

After all that,

he unconsciously caressed the Jade Amulet of Safety within his grasp. It was the only thing that had come with him through the transmigration. Seeing this item always made him feel as though he wasn't abandoned by his previous world, that he still had a home.

In his previous world,

he had been an orphan since childhood.

He vaguely remembered being sent to an orphanage when he was very young. The head of the orphanage told him that when his parents named him Chen Miao, a fortune-teller said he lacked the water element, so they named him Miao and got him a Jade Amulet of Safety.

It was to bless him with a trouble-free life.

He did live without trouble, but his parents met with disaster. Shortly after his birth, a flood inundated their village and his parents perished. Afterward, he ended up in a government-run orphanage.

At the age of 24, when he decided to go south to clear his mind, he had just stepped off the train and took a breath of the local air when a coconut struck and killed him in a foreign land.

And thus, he transmigrated here.

Bringing back his wandering thoughts, he looked at the job class panel in front of him and narrowed his eyes, remaining silent.

For now, he must quickly gather the materials to craft an F-grade weapon, the Python R6 Revolver, only then would he have a chance to protect himself.

"Right."

At this time, Doctor Gou, who appeared quite leisurely, had brewed a pot of tea and poured half a cup for Chen Miao. He asked curiously, "Boss Chen, what is your job class? Could it be 'Explorer'? I heard that one of the promotion tasks for that job class is to try 10 different professions."

Chen Miao did not respond but turned his head to glance at Doctor Gou and said with a light laugh, "Sort of. Are you a 'Doctor' job class?"

He hadn't stayed long in the city library and couldn't possibly understand everything about this world. He only knew the basics, and job classes like 'Explorer' were completely unfamiliar to him; he had never even heard of them.

"That's not it."

Doctor Gou shook his head but was honest, "My job class is Swordsman. I used to constantly delve into secret realms and was half a socialite. After my parents died, I inherited their clinic and became a doctor, as they wished for me to be a doctor and stay away from those dangerous environments."

"You're quite obedient to your parents, a filial person."

Chen Miao replied perfunctorily.

"..."

Doctor Gou suddenly fell silent and, after a long while, said in a calm, low voice, "Just this once."

The two of them then fell into silence, and the atmosphere became a bit tense.

It was clear that Doctor Gou had his own story, but Chen Miao had no intention of continuing the conversation. He had no interest in these muddled stories; the stories of this world were all the same, just with different protagonists.

What's so interesting about them?

He was only concerned about whether he could quickly earn his first sum of money, buy the materials to create his job class's exclusive weapon, and thereby survive the mandatory major event 'Coward's Special' seven days later.

He cared about nothing else.

And just then—

Thud!

The clinic's door burst open with Hungry Monkey holding flyers, followed by a well-dressed man. Hungry Monkey took a quick breath, trying to sound as calm as possible.

"Miao, there's a customer here for skin surgery. "

"Good."

A smile suddenly appeared on Chen Miao's face and his whole demeanor became incredibly warm. He quickly stood up to greet the man, saying with a friendly smile, "This way, please, sir. You've come to the right place. Our clinic is a century-old establishment, deeply rooted in this line of medical practice for a hundred years."

"Two words, professionalism!"

"Coming here, you've found the right person."

"Wait a minute!"

The suited man looked still skeptical and cautious, holding up the flyer to clarify, "Are you sure the skin surgery price is 128 yuan? No hidden fees? I'm telling you, if you charge me even a penny more, I won't pay."

"Rest assured."

Chen Miao said with a serious expression, patting his chest word by word, "The first surgery is indeed 128 yuan, not a penny more. Today is also our store anniversary, so we're holding a special event."

"Okay, as long as you say so."

Only then did the man slightly let go of his reservations and glanced around the somewhat empty clinic, "What's next?"

Hearing this, Doctor Gou quickly, and with understanding, stepped forward, "I'll be the chief surgeon, you just follow me. Let me tell you, you're getting an incredible deal. It usually costs at least 800."