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At the sight of such obscenity, the lackey who had brought him over looked like his balls hurt.

"Doctor Xu, could you put your pants on? Eight out of ten times I see you, you're doing that. This is a public place, and the boss is in the next room. Isn't this a little inappropriate?"

However, his heartfelt words only earned him an eye roll.

"Oh, so you lot get to screw women over there every day, but I can't blow off some steam? If you can't stand it, I can resign to Boss Yi right now. Then you can be as appropriate as you damn well please."

The moment the guy heard the word "resign," he immediately panicked and hurriedly forced a smile.

"No, no, that's not what I meant. By the way, how was this one? Do you need me to get you another?"

Only then did the short, fat man smack his lips.

"Not bad. A little too stiff overall, but she was definitely much prettier than the ones in our district. Taking this place was worth all the trouble."

He rambled on for ages about the scent, the feeling, the lubrication, and so on. Only after quite a while did he notice there was another living person beside him.

". Who's this dead-looking guy? A test subject you brought for me? The corpses are practically piled into mountains already. I don't need any more."

The lackey hurriedly coughed a few times.

"Doctor Xu, this is the injured man I mentioned earlier. The boss asked you to treat his leg."

"Did he pay?"

"The boss paid on his behalf."

"Fuck, that cheapskate actually paid someone else's medical fees?" The short, fat man gave Zhou You several surprised looks before blurting out, "Could this guy be Yi Zhengen's