I am a necromancer, and I absolutely love America.

"Can I try it out?" Richard asked. "Do I need any certifications or anything like that?"

Catherine shrugged:

"No need, and Katarina is just a small clinic; no customers would care about that. But are you sure you want to give it a try?"

Catherine couldn't understand what Richard was trying to do.

As a supernatural being capable of resurrecting the dead, is he also performing beauty treatments on women?

Does he have some kind of unusual sexual fetish?

"However..." Catherine tentatively asked:

"I don't offer breast augmentation services because that requires hiring a specialized doctor, which is very expensive, and also requires anesthesia and a fully equipped operating room."

"What are you thinking about?" Richard chuckled, knowing she had misunderstood, but didn't explain further.

"A simple hyaluronic acid injection or something similar will do. Anything too complicated might cause trouble if you make a mistake."

"OK." Catherine explained in detail how to perform the hyaluronic acid injection.

It's very simple, not much different from an intramuscular injection. Just be careful not to inject too deeply into deep blood vessels and muscles; inject shallower, down to the superficial dermis.

After learning how to use the tools, Richard sat on the sofa outside the front desk and waited.

Perhaps due to the heavy rain, no new customers came even after a long wait.

Sophia sat down next to Richard curiously, tossing her long hair:

"Hey boy, what's your relationship with the boss? Lovers?"

Richard subtly created some distance; she carried a faint smell of blood, a side effect of Richard's enhanced physique—a heightened sense of smell that, sometimes, wasn't a good thing.

"No, I am her master."

"Hahaha!" Sofia laughed.

I like humorous men.

Catherine, without changing her expression, said:

"He is an investor in Katerina and also my boss."

"An investor? The investor is indeed the boss's master." Sophia's interest was piqued upon hearing that Richard was an investor. She squeezed next to Richard and desperately rubbed her large, full breasts against his hand.

"Hey man, are you a rich kid from Tokyo University? What does your family do?"

Richard neither refused nor approached.

The arm felt a bit hard, obviously it was a fake, but what did that have to do with Richard? As long as it looked good, that was all that mattered.

.

A hint of displeasure rose in Catherine's heart:

"Sophia, stop with your act. Richard is still a high school student, not the kind of person you imagine."

No, I am. Richard smiled, glanced sideways, and saw his large, chubby body tightly wrapped in an off-the-shoulder T-shirt.

"D or E?"

"G!" Sofia shook it triumphantly:

"$3500, that's a good deal, but the loan isn't paid off yet..."

As Sophia spoke, she looked at Richard expectantly, clearly hoping to find a sucker to help her pay off her loan.

Catherine exposed her without hesitation:

"Come on! $3500 isn't even enough to cover the cost. I remember you were a C cup that morning, and you came back as a G cup that afternoon. That's fast. You must have had your breasts done quickly."

"What is 'instant breast enhancement'?" Richard asked noncommittally.

Catherine crossed her arms and commented with great professionalism:

"It's done using black market industrial silicone injection, it only takes 30 minutes, very fast, around $3500. Judging from the shape, it's a basic circle, and they might even use a zombie chest, which is cheaper."

Richard was curious:

"What is a zombie chest?"

Sofia said unhappily:

"Damn it! I would never use something a dead person used!"

Catherine continued to explain:

"Silicone is very expensive. Sometimes they take fat from the body or silicone from the body and put it on the body. The advantage is that it is cheap, but the disadvantage is that it can cause AIDS, hepatitis, and sometimes it may carry post-mortem diseases."

This is truly eye-opening. Richard looked at Sophia in awe; women really will do anything for beauty.

"Hmph! I'm perfectly healthy now, I don't have any illnesses!" Sophia pouted and wiggled her hips as she returned to the front desk.

Catherine said nonchalantly:

"Sophia's skills are good, and she's alright looking. I use her as a front. But she's such a bitch. She tries to seduce any rich guy she sees. You absolutely mustn't touch her, or you might get—"

Richard waved his hand:

"I see."

A female boss and a female employee, a perfect match.

Catherine realized she had gone too far and awkwardly explained:

"I did not wrong Mike."

Richard glanced at her calmly:

"You don't need to explain to me."

Richard knew about Catherine and Mike's situation. She hadn't wronged Mike; she had simply prepared herself, deliberately giving Mike an opportunity to make a mistake, and then ruthlessly stabbing him in the back.

Logically speaking, Mike did make a mistake, but a divorce that robbed someone of 80 or 90 percent of their life savings, followed by monthly torture costing thousands of dollars, is simply unreasonable.

Richard had no idea how Mike managed to hold back and not shoot Catherine.

Besides, once is one thing, but Catherine has two ex-husbands, and every time she's ruthless with her knife, killing without drawing blood.

Just then, a stylish blonde woman walked in and said casually:

"Hey, I saw your guys at the school gate."

Richard glanced at it.

High heels, tight skirt, big waves, designer handbag, and fancy nail art.

Catherine immediately stood up:

"What do you want to do? A hyaluronic acid injection or something else?"

"FXXK! My boyfriend thinks I'm too small. How much will it cost to fix this?" the blonde beauty said nonchalantly, glancing at Richard as if complaining that all men are the same, always wanting something bigger.

Richard smiled and shrugged.

A boyfriend who dares to make such a request to his girlfriend doesn't seem like a proper boyfriend.

Catherine explained:

"We don't perform breast augmentation here."

The blonde beauty tossed her long hair, put her hands on her hips, and asked:

"No problem, do you know how much it will cost? You're the expert."

Catherine observed the blonde beauty's figure and assessed:

"If it's a regular medical clinic, it usually starts at $5000. If it's a teardrop-shaped or jelly-like silicone, it's around $15,000."

"OK, got it." The blonde beauty sent a sweet voice message to her phone without hesitation: "Baby, for your happiness, give me 15,000."

After saying that, he wiggled his hips and left.

Sofia looked on with envy:

"She's clearly found a great boyfriend who's willing to pay for her."

Richard agreed.

It's just that he'll be a little older.

To pay off student loans, buy new bags, or whatever else, beautiful young women can always find someone willing to spend money on them.

Just as it was almost time to leave work, a Black woman in her forties finally arrived. She plopped down on the chair with her wide-set bottom and loudly proclaimed:

"I want to get a hyaluronic acid injection; you still owe me one."

She was referring to the package deal, the kind where you get one free for every five visits.

Catherine looked at Richard:

"You're here?"

Richard said:

"OK, I'll do it."

Richard, of course, wouldn't do the preparations mentioned earlier.

Catherine added:

"Sophia, you get ready."

"I'm so unlucky," Sophia complained as she stood up, but her hands didn't stop moving.

First, disinfect your face to remove oil and makeup.

Wipe it clean with a medical towel to prevent infection.

Finally, apply medical numbing cream to the entire face, cover with plastic wrap, and the skin will become numb after about 20 minutes.

Meanwhile, Catherine teaches Richard how to prepare medicine.

Small molecules, namely hyaluronic acid, plus some glutathione, vitamin C, trace amounts of botulinum toxin, and some repair nutrients.

Large clinics use pre-made products with pre-mixed proportions, while small clinics have to make their own by hand, which significantly reduces costs.

Finally, the injection is very simple; just press it on the skin and gently insert it.

Richard's movements were somewhat clumsy.

The Black woman immediately noticed and said with displeasure:

"Hey! Hey! Hey! He's a newbie, using me as an experiment! Find someone else! I'm not some guinea pig!"

Catherine immediately said:

"I'll give it to you one more time for free."

The Black woman immediately shut up and happily agreed.

Richard operated the needle slowly; it was indeed very simple.

It was completed quickly, and sure enough, I heard the system notification sound:

"Ding! You have conducted a minor exploration of flesh and blood."

Sure enough! Richard's spirits lifted.

However, the system also reminded that it was a minor exploration, and the progress was still too slow if it was just a hyaluronic acid injection.