MTL - Single Mom in the Eighties - Chapter 33 to meet

The system says that curing a person will get good doctor points, and killing a person will get bad doctor points. When the 100 points are reached, the skills of good doctors or bad doctors will be randomly selected.

Why do I always feel that bad doctors are better than good doctors…

Nani?

Does the captain’s orange count as a bad doctor’s skill?

You lie here and don’t move, I’m going to buy some oranges.

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Aku was not the hero destined to save the world, nor the princess destined to be rescued.He was the demon king. Born without a name, without form, without freedom, predestined to die at the hands of the hero from his birth.However, Aku decided to defy fate. He took over the hero's body to find his freedom.It was then that an angel spoke to him, believing he was the hero who had failed to defeat the demon king.The angel told him that countless worlds and countless demon kings existed; those heroes who failed their mission were sent to an academy to amend their mistake.Now Aku will find himself caught up in battles with other demon kings and wars in other worlds while deciding whether to choose the path of good or allow himself to be consumed by darkness.

# gourmet # entrepreneurship # eight years old # younger sister # business

Xu Le transmigrated to a parallel universe into the body of an adorable eight-year-old. Here, there are no delicacies.

His parents went abroad, leaving him behind to earn his own keep.

His parents said, “Son, it is time you become a man and become financially independent. Make your own money and bring up your younger sister.”

Xu Le, “I understand, but at least pay off the mortgage before you leave!”

Forced by his circumstances, elementary school student Xu Le shouldered a burden that was beyond his age.

He begins his life of paying off the mortgage, bringing along his younger sister, Xu Tian, along for the ride.

Just then, the “Culinary God” system was awakened.

He could get all sorts of prizes if he cooked delicious food for people to try.

As such, a food stall started to appear on a busy street. In it was a tiny figure as a cook and a long line of customers.

A silhouette of a man standing upon a boulder with the crescent of the moon shining behind him.

A kukri dripping with blood in one hand and a pistol in the other.

The image of burning flames surrounding him.

The countless mercenaries screamed as they saw this scene.

“It’s a demon!”