Doomsday America.

Chapter 286 Welcome back, Celestial Being!

"What?! Oh my god!"

Before Nikita could even react to the voice coming from the walkie-talkie, Doris screamed uncontrollably.

"My God, my meal isn't finished yet! The appetizers and main courses for the whole party won't be ready for at least another fifty minutes, and dessert will take another three hours to prepare!" "I'm so... I'm so unprofessional. Gavin will be so disappointed, I..."

"Don't worry, Mrs. Doris, don't worry!"

Just as Doris was in a panic, Jon, standing nearby, interrupted her with a smile.

He first glanced at Doris with envy.

He was so envious of the word Gavin that Doris had just uttered!

That's the boss's name; only his closest people would dare call him that in the current camp.

Even among the highest-ranking and most powerful members of the initial faction in the camp, not everyone dared to call Gavin by his name.

Although Gavin seems to have a good temper, he actually does have a pretty good temper.

But this is only how Gavin sees himself. What is Gavin actually like in the eyes and mouths of the ordinary members of the camp? Imagine a man with the strength and speed to easily overpower every man in the camp, possessing unparalleled brutality in his fists and a terrifying physique. In addition, he has a legendary cowboy-level rapid-draw gun technique that is virtually unmatched!

Furthermore, Gavin's attitude towards life had long been demonized in the stories told by the camp members through a series of events. Especially after Arturo's recent propaganda, Gavin's historical achievements had already become stories ingrained in everyone's minds. In the eyes of the camp members, Gavin was an absolute leader who seemed all smiles but was actually strong and ruthless.

He enjoys torturing others, and can break someone's ribs with just one hand, causing them unparalleled pain.

In addition, Gavin was also known for giving erring humans to zombies so he could conduct various experiments.

Furthermore, Gavin could kill a grown man with a single punch—a story from Lucien, the leader of the Lucien camp who helped Gavin take down the Voodoo Cult. In short, in the eyes of the camp's comrades, Gavin was truly a fearsome figure, and even more so, a figure worthy of respect. He was like a mountain, habitually sitting calmly in the middle of the hall, making everyone who looked at him feel at ease while also unconsciously inspiring awe. Therefore, Jon truly envied Doris for being able to call Gavin by his full name so easily.

Despite his envy, Jon still whispered to Doris...

"Mrs. Doris, the boss and we agreed to meet around 2:30 PM, but they returned earlier than we expected." "The boss isn't an unreasonable leader; he won't blame us for not being able to prepare the party on time because of his early return." "However, we still need to hurry and speed up our progress as much as possible."

"And Mrs. Jin, you must miss the boss's hug too~"

At this point, Jon turned to Nikita, who had just entered the kitchen, and said with a light laugh:

Upon hearing this, Nikita simply nodded and responded with a smile.

"Indeed, Jon, the gentleman will be looking forward to my hug. I'll be right there. Thank you for your hard work in the kitchen."

"I'm leaving, Doris~"

After saying that, Nikita eagerly hugged Doris, then ran out of the kitchen, skipped excitedly into the hall, and walked through the crowd waiting at the door to the front of the crowd. Although she was mature and intelligent, deep down she was still just a young girl who had just come of age.

Meanwhile, in the pickup truck where Gavin was.

As Eugene drove closer to the waiting crowd, he turned to the dazed Ivan in the back seat and spoke.

"See that, Big Ivan? That's my boss's territory, and it's mine too! This is where our future begins!" "Look how many of us there are! Look how spirited our men are! Look at the smiles on their faces! Screw it! Even if you dug your Stalin out of his grave, you couldn't do what my boss is doing!"

"No, impossible, absolutely... um... impossible!"

Hearing Eugene's words, a slightly drunk Ivan grinned and spoke.

"What are you talking about? Stalin wasn't a perfect leader to begin with, but I think Hunter Spirit will definitely do a better job than Gavin, haha!" "I admit Gavin is a capable guy, right Gavin? But compared to Hunter Spirit, you're still a long way off. You need to work harder, because our future depends on you~" Saying this, the tipsy Ivan patted Gavin's shoulder in the passenger seat. Gavin laughed and patted his elbow, saying, "Yeah, I'm working hard too, and I'm reflecting and learning. But anyway, Ivan, I might not be as good as Lieling, but with your help, I might not be inferior to Lieling." "Because Hunter Spirit doesn't have you, Ivan, as an advisor and strategist, haha!"

Amidst the laughter, Gavin patted Ivan's wrist hard.

Upon hearing this, Ivan became uncontrollably excited, spouting a string of Ural Russian phrases, the meaning of which was unclear, but he was incredibly thrilled. Amidst Ivan's intoxicated Russian, Gavin's car pulled up in front of the crowd. Gavin pushed open the car door and strode out. As soon as he got out, the men swarmed around him, and amidst cheers, Nikita threw herself into Gavin's arms and bit his lip without hesitation. Seeing this, Winnie, standing beside Nikita, turned her head away unhappily.

But as soon as she turned her head, she felt even more annoyed, so she slapped Nikita's butt hard.

"Don't hogging the boss for so long, you bastard! The boss has important things to do. There's an injured astronaut who needs treatment!" Winnie shouted at Nikita, who blushed and jumped off Gavin's arms.

Winnie was finally a little happier when she saw Nikita land on the ground.

Nikita, however, held Gavin's hand and whispered something.

"Sorry, honey, I got a little excited."

"Haha, there's nothing to apologize for. I'll give you a proper hug after I've dealt with Richard's situation."

Gavin patted Nikita's thin back, then turned to look at old Bert in his wheelchair.

Seeing Gavin looking over, old Bert put his hands on the armrests of his wheelchair and stood up.

After a month and a half of rest, Old Bert's back injury had almost healed. However, to prevent a relapse, he wasn't in a hurry to get out of his wheelchair; another week or two wouldn't be a problem. The camp didn't lack blacksmiths; their current need was mainly for small protective gear for fieldwork, which Old Bert's apprentices could handle. As for now...

Old Bert, supporting his back, approached Gavin and looked up at Richard, who was being carried off the car.

At that moment, Edward and Old Feng were carrying Richard on a stretcher, bringing him to Old Bert's vicinity.

Richard, lying on the stretcher, struggled to lift his head and gave old Bert a forced smile.

Over the past month, old Bert had chatted with the group quite a few times. Richard knew old Bert was a veterinarian, so how could he not be uneasy? His smile was, of course, extremely forced. Old Bert, without needing Gavin's orders, went to Richard's side and pressed his hand against Richard's bandaged back. Feeling the slight swelling and hearing Richard's involuntary groan of pain, old Bert narrowed his eyes and said with a chuckle, "Edward, von, thank you two for bringing this rascal to my operating room. I'll give him a check-up."

"If they can handle the wound themselves, then I'll change the dressing."

"If there are any problems, I'll handle them for him separately, so don't worry."

After saying this, old Bert waved to old Feng and then strode towards the operating room.

As Edward and his companion walked away with old Bert, Gavin beckoned Thomas over and whispered something to him.

"Thomas, entertain the astronauts and prepare for our party. We'll be having it in the restaurant today, so we won't be having a bonfire outside." "I need to check on Richard. Besides being an astronaut, he's also a PhD in biology and an expert, and he's quite a skilled doctor—not a veterinarian, you know what I mean~" "Okay, boss!"

Thomas's eyes lit up when he heard that Richard actually knew about medicine.

He didn't look down on old Bert's unorthodox medical skills.

only……

cough cough.

Anyway, he felt it was necessary for him to improve his relationship with Richard.

Because no rational person would reject the friendship of a doctor.

Regardless of the amount of power or the level of status.

Disease treats every life fairly.

Power and status are not worthy of being the enemy of disease and life; only doctors are!

As for Gavin, after giving his orders, he patted Thomas on the shoulder, then strode through the crowd, nodding and waving to the cheering men as he followed Old Bert and the others into the operating room of the old manor.

Upon entering the operating room, Lao Feng and his companion immediately moved Richard onto the operating table.

Feeling the comfort of the personalized luxury surgery, Richard exhaled and then softly said to old Albert, "Mr. Albert, my condition may not be very good. When treating my wound yesterday, we used too many simple sutures and medical adhesives, and the skin anastomosis was basically neglected. Perhaps I need..."

Snapped!

Before Richard could finish speaking, old Bert immediately slapped Richard's wound.

The moment that crisp sound rang out, Richard froze for a second before suddenly opening his mouth and letting out a scream.

"Holy shit! Holy shit!"

"Stop talking nonsense, kid. Once it's my turn to operate, your injuries are my responsibility!"

Old Bert exchanged a few pleasantries with a smile, then found some surgical scissors and unceremoniously cut the gauze off Richard's body.

Without even considering how much blood and flesh was stained with Richard's gauze, old Bert ruthlessly tore it off, ripping it off Richard's body in no time. "Aaaaaah, fuck, fuck you...aaaaaah, you damn veterinarian!"

"Gently! Oh my god, please, gently, let me die!"

Suddenly, Richard's scream echoed from the old manor, reaching the ears of the men gathered at the entrance of Gavin Manor. The men, who had been embracing and chatting, froze, then shrank back in unison, and the entire scene fell silent. "Tsk tsk..."

In the crowd, Arturo raised his elbow and nudged Abel's arm, saying something.

"Old Bert's medical skills are still as...rough and unrefined as ever..."

"Ha...haha...yes...rugged..."

Abel muttered a sigh of relief, and as he did so, the crowd, terrified by the screams, quietly returned to the manor. The black boy, in particular, seemed to have grown his recently grown afro even more frizzy from the screams echoing through the old manor. He grabbed Hela's sleeve, his face contorted with fear, and said to her in a horrified expression.

"Teacher... I will never sneak up to the roof again. If I fall, will I have to... will I have to go there too?" The little black boy pointed to the old manor.

Upon hearing this, Hela didn't do what most parents would do: threaten the little guy, saying things like, "It's true, you'll suffer if you don't behave," or "Old Bert will come and torment you." Instead, Hela gently ruffled the little black boy's naturally afro and said with a smile:

"Don't be so afraid of old Bert, boy. What you hear is Mr. Astronaut's screams, but what I hear is the cheers of life, because life has weight, and there is a price to pay for restoring an injured life to health."

"Don't let Mr. Richard's current outbursts fool you; it sounds cruel, but I believe Mr. Albert will get him back to his normal self." "And look, Mr. Richard was just listless, almost unconscious, but now... isn't he quite energetic?" "Ah..."

Upon hearing this, the little black boy blinked in confusion.

Is that so?

Does life have weight? And does regaining health come at a price?

Although the little devil didn't understand Hela's words at all, he still kept those memorable words in his mind.

He may not understand now, but who knows when he might suddenly understand? And that sudden enlightenment will bring him far more than mere intimidation. Meanwhile, in the operating room.

Hearing Richard's screams, Gavin swallowed hard with concern and asked.

"Old Bert, he...you...are you sure this is okay?"

"Problem? What problem could there be? It's a laceration, and a simple laceration that's already been stitched up. It's not a burn or anything like that that would require further exposure. His dermis isn't damaged." "Besides, I knew as soon as I touched it that this bastard's wound was infected. I'm going to stitch it up again anyway, so keeping him conscious will actually help preserve his genius brain." "Moreover, although his injury is serious, it's still just an external injury. As for external injuries, heh heh, as long as infection is prevented, no matter how much I mess with it, he won't have any long-term effects." "Don't treat too many seemingly terrible external injuries like some kind of monster. I've seen plenty of injuries like his, and none of them are as bad as Pearson's back then. Do you remember Pearson?" As he said this, old Bert, ignoring Richard's screams, frowned and carefully examined Richard's wound.

Naoya Kobayashi is quite skilled; his hands are steady and fast, and the stitches he makes are fairly neat.

However, the cramped environment of the return capsule and Richard's seemingly carefree but actually stressful state of mind eventually caused a slight abscess to appear on his injury. While he was confirming the extent of his injury, Richard, having finally endured the intense pain, began to curse at old Bert. "You old bastard, you… ahhh, you damned veterinarian, I… ah! No! Go easy on me! God!" "Haha, curse me all you want, curse me as much as you want. If you curse me a couple more times, maybe I won't need to prepare the anesthetic later!"

Old Bert interrupted Richard abruptly, and Richard...

He swallowed hard, then, enduring the pain, shut his mouth completely.

Seeing that Richard had stopped cursing him, old Bert laughed heartily twice, then patted Richard's swollen wound and said, "Don't worry, young man, I've treated far too many injuries like yours. I'll make sure you're healthy again."

"As for the slight pain you're experiencing now, haha, that's fucking my way of welcoming you!"

"Remember this pain; let it tell you that you are still alive!"

"This is my gift to you, allowing you to live longer. Welcome back to Earth, celestial being!"