Demon Lord's Reincarnation-Chapter 1155: George Dewey Medical and Wellness Center I

Cisco just let out the longest sigh of disappointment which I felt that wasn't directly aimed at his kid but for the whole situation. To be fair, all parents had dreams and aspirations for their children but those things—including the kids themselves—were abruptly rearranged to suit the current setting.

Granted all of them could still pursue their dreams of the old world, let's just say that they'd have a few more extracurricular activities that needed to be met and some mandatory stuff to be added to their major subjects.

Take note, a doctor was something of very high value but if we had someone just like that who could also fight, they'd be ranked a little more higher.

But yeah, in Zack's case, it seemed like he threw everything out the window to start anew and it seemed like Cisco wasn't entirely against his son's decision. It's just that sometimes, something drastic or life-altering happening could change someone's perspective in life and it was one of those things happening to Zack.

In any case, this was something I think I shouldn't meddle with so we briefly ended our conversation as the group catching up to the main one had just arrived.

"S-Stamp! H-Ha… Haa— Stamp, please!"

"C-Cisco— Hack… Ha… S-Stamp!"

"Stamp… Ugh…"

With that said, we eventually made our way up the hill—even catching up and moving past Zack's group—but to my surprise, the two at the forefront tried to catch up to us. It was a moderately hard thing to do because we weren't even that fast but James#1 and Seb, which was another surprise, jumped out of their Raycolt to race against them.

"WHAT THE— OH, IT'S ON!" A kid with an aloof expression said out loud.

"HEY! THAT'S NOT FAIR! THEY'RE JUST RUNNING NOW!" A girl around the same age shouted looking like she'd beat the shit out of anybody who goes against her.

"WE'RE ALREADY WARM SO KEEP THE BITCHING TO YOURSELF!"

"THE FUCK DID YOU SAY TO ME—"

"SUP! I'M JAMES, HE'S SEB! WE'RE—"

"OUTTA THE WAY! NO ONE'S GETTING PAST ME!"

"HAH! There she goes again~"

As the two in front raced with James#1 and Seb to the top with even more fervor, the group where Zack was included just kept on with their usual routine though they were shaking their heads in amusement. It seemed like it wasn't common for them to have any visitors and anything new was completely welcome though they hit the jackpot by having visitors the same age as them.

In any case, I just gave them a simple wave but Oscar just had to do it as he peeked through the window:

"LISTEN YOU LITTLE FUCKS! FIRST ONE ON TOP GETS THIS SMITH AND WESSON MODEL 19 WITH A BOX OF .357S! DON'T MIND THOSE FOUR OVERACHIEVERS! YOU'RE THE ONLY ONES RACING!"

And as soon as he said that, it just lit a fire on everyone's asses but even the younger ones in my group joined in and caused more chaos. The four in front just couldn't fathom how everyone else had a sudden burst of energy but just the thought of the trailing group running past them lit a fire under their asses as well.

"HAHAHAHAHA!"

What Oscar did was force an interaction but even though something like that could be said to be a bad thing, if it was done responsibly as he did, it just produced some good fun, broke some records, and a bit of friendship among the younger folks.

But the funny thing was, JP, who so wanted to win the revolver had no choice but to stay behind because he was the one driving the Raycolt. And when Lucas actually won the uphill race and gave his winnings to his master, he was so fucking heartbroken when JP didn't accept it and got angry instead.

I chuckled inwardly, 'What did you think would happen?'

With that said, it didn't take long before this place's trainees invited my trainees/cadets to their training program which included a few rewards as they gained more and more stamps by hitting checkpoints and finishing them completely.

I would've loved to take a crack at it if it was any other day but Oscar and I were already approached by one scary-looking mofo and a docile-looking assistant who told us to follow them to someplace further in.

And to give a brief description of what the GDMWC looked like from the outside, it was a rustic-looking hospital that could almost be mistaken as a huge-ass villa, but for some reason, they didn't have external walls or even a fencing structure to keep the dead from getting in.

'Curious… I'll just ask them later…'

Kaley caught up to me, "Can I come with you two?"

"Of course, why do you ask?"

"Nothing, just wanted to see the inside. I already asked Tatiana to look after everybody."

"That's great, thanks."

Then Grace, the assistant leading the way, pointed to the stairwell leading several floors up:

"Please. Sir Jacobs will follow you up to the fourth floor and please keep to the right, right until you see Mrs. Dewey's office. I have to tend to more stuff now that the area has opened up…"

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"Alright, thank you— Oh! We did have some gifts on the back of the six-wheeler, where should we hand them over?"

Her calm expression turned to one of confusion, "H-Huh? What? Why?"

"Just because?"

"Uhh… O-Okay? I mean, thank you! We're— I'd hate to say this b-but do you have anything for seniors?"

Oscar cut in, "You mean weed?"

"What?! No— I-I mean—"

Oscar snorted, "I'm sorry, young lass— one of your guys at the checkpoint had this old man with Parkinson's, so…"

"Ohhh~ You're talking about Manuel and his dad~ I see, I see— The doctors we have might hit you up on that but I'm just looking if there are things like for… entertainment? I'd say."

Oscar cut in again, "You mean porn?"

"WHAT?! What are you—"

"HEY! As much as I'd hate to say it, I'm a senior too and I watch it! I flog the log every single day— Hey— Kid?! The fuck you shushing me for?!"

I facepalmed and instantly apologized to Grace before turning to the old man, "OSCAR! AIN'T THAT A LITTLE TOO MUCH?!"

Then Jacobs cut in, "What's wrong with watching porn? I watch them— At least I used to but shit's getting repetitive and I always nut when I see the guy's face, so…"

Oscar tapped my shoulder, "Give it to the kid, he'll edit it all out for you—"

"FOR REAL?!"

"GOD FUCKING DAMMIT, OLD MAN! IT WAS A ONE-TIME THING!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"