Nightmare Paradise : Starting as a Doctor

Chapter 137: 24 Hours Left

When Boss Reggie understood the man's identity, his single eye narrowed into a contemplative glare. "The other party arranged for a bodyguard to send you back? I assume the treatment went well?"

However, Lynn shook his head, a small sigh escaping his lips. "I wouldn't say I cured the tycoon, but I did manage to ease his condition somewhat." Obviously, this was not the complete truth.

"Did you receive the payment, then?" The barkeeper inquired eagerly. He didn't care about this rich client or his condition, but the three briefcases between their hands already told him the response he wanted.

"Not just a hundred fifty thousand, but a full three hundred thousand. Let's go inside and talk about it," Lynn stated calmly, nodding. This unexpected response caused the narrowing eye to widen in surprise.

"Three... Three... Three hundred thousand?!" the man exclaimed in a hushed tone, careful not to attract attention from the tavern's patrons. When he had arranged this job, he had anticipated additional rewards if successful, but nothing on this scale.

Quickly recovering from the surprise, he hurriedly led him into the familiar cramped backroom behind the bar counter, ensuring the door was firmly shut to avoid any prying eyes or ears.

Reggie's old but strong hands trembled faintly as he reverently grasped a thick stack of bills, crisp and pristine from the opened briefcases. He raised them to his lips and planted a fervent kiss on the paper.

"Doctor, I knew I was right about you from the very beginning," he proclaimed, his gravelly voice tinged with deep emotion. "You are truly my god of wealth."

Lynn smiled and gave a small nod in response to the dramatic display. He watched with quiet amusement as the barkeeper continued showering affection upon the stacks of money.

It was an understandable reaction. After all, the amount contained within the three briefcases resting open on the table amounted to a staggering sum - three hundred thousand dollars in cash.

After a while, the one-eyed man regained his composure and carefully placed the wad of bills back in its place. He refocused his attention back to the individual before him, inquiring about the details of the encounter.

Lynn settled more comfortably into his chair as he prepared to recount the eventful experience. He chose his words carefully, crafting a narrative that avoided any mention of the special disease or how he had treated it.

The bartender listened attentively to the revised story, his canny mind picking up on certain omissions. However, when he guessed the client's identity, he wisely chose not to press for further details,

The less he knew, the better it would be. Lynn also chose not to mention the three remaining sessions scheduled to treat the old man and their payment. No need to divulge the entirety of his gains.

Nine hundred thousand federal dollars were on the line. If he mentioned that, it was unlikely Boss Reggie would let go so easily. He didn't trust the professional ethics of a shady middleman.

As the conversation continued, the topic subtly shifted to their previous agreement. "So, what's your plan for all this loot? Are you still interested in buying information about the central district?"

Lynn paused for a moment, before agreeing. Extending his arm, he smoothly pushed one of the three metallic briefcases across the table, bringing it to a halt in front of the burly man.

The money inside was just enough to satisfy the agreed-upon commission percentage for arranging the high-paying medical job, as well as the negotiated price for the valuable information he wanted.