Chapter 48: I Can Cure This Illness

  Nestorovich's mind was in constant turmoil, he hoped that Gu Yu's words were true, so that his illness would have a chance of treatment, but his previous thinking told him that there was no god in this world, it was just a religious fabrication used to control people.

  "I think you can try, who knows if it's effective." Guo Yu said and picked up a handgun, aiming at his own left hand and fired a shot. A loud noise echoed in the room, and then saw the bodyguards rushing into the room again, this time they were all holding big guns, a row of automatic rifles, several people's guns aimed at Guo Yu.

  Guo Yu didn't say a word, and opened his left hand. Nesterovich saw a flattened metal block lying in the palm of Guo Yu's left hand. It was a bullet, deformed after being fired. As an arms dealer, he couldn't be more familiar with it. And yet, Guo Yu's hand was unscathed, with only a faint smudge of gunpowder on his palm.

  Nestorovich was stunned. If a person's agility is good, it may be trained, but who can train to catch the bullets ejected from the muzzle with his hands? This has exceeded his understanding and can be elevated to a supernatural event. Maybe Gu Yu said it was true.

  Nestorovich's heart wavered, he was now a fallen man, hoping desperately that someone could save him, his own doctor had declared the illness incurable, perhaps trying would do no harm.

  Nestorovich again ushered the bodyguards out of the room, instructing them not to come in and disturb him unless he called them himself.

  The bodyguards left, Nesterovich lifted his stout figure and sat down on the sofa next to Gu Yu. After looking at Gu Yu for a while, he said: "It's really amazing, I really hope what you're saying is true. If so, my illness can be cured, and I can live a few more years, right?"

  "I think you'll live to be a hundred, Mr. Nesterovitch," Kuo Yu continued to tempt him.

  "Alright, I'm looking forward to succeeding, just hope it won't be too painful." He said, furrowing his brow slightly.

  Kuo Yu took over a wide and fat hand, slowly injecting the merit points, combing through Nestorovich's body. Kuo Yu wouldn't cure him all at once; he planned to first let Nestorovich's condition ease up a bit, then treat him bit by bit, this way he could achieve his own goal.

  A few minutes later, Gu Yu let go of Nestorovich's hand, closed his eyes and relaxed his body, leaning back on the sofa to rest, while Nestorovich was stunned there.

  He felt it, really felt that his body had improved, he was more comfortable than ever before, feeling like he wouldn't get sick even if he didn't walk a hundred meters. This real feeling made him have high confidence in Guo Yu. God gave himself such an opportunity, and he would grasp it tightly. What's the use of having more money? He might die without knowing which bitch to leave it to. He was already 48 years old and didn't even have one child. He had played too much before and never thought about finding a woman to have children with. After getting sick, he couldn't have children anymore, but now he still had hope.

  Nestorovich thought that he might still have a child, suddenly became excited, got up and walked back and forth in the room, unable to contain his excitement.

  When he saw Guo Yu resting with his eyes closed, he suddenly thought of it, his lifesaver was still there, and he wanted to ask about his current situation.

  Nestorovich asked in a low voice: "Mr. Guo, are you okay? Are you very tired and need to change places to rest?"

  "It's okay, I was just a bit tired earlier, I'm fine now," said Guo Yu.

  "That's all right, then. Do you think I'm fully recovered now?" Nestorovich asked Gu Yu, rubbing his hands and smiling.

  "It's not good yet, it just relieved your physical discomfort symptoms a bit. Your illness is very serious and requires multiple treatments to fully recover. But don't worry, as long as you receive treatment once a month, I think you'll be completely fine in a year." Upon hearing Guo Yu's words, Nestorovich smiled with a wide grin.

  "Mr. Nesterovich, I need to purchase a vessel, what do you think?"

  "Of course, there's no problem, but let's talk about these things tomorrow. I can see that you're very tired and need to rest. I'll arrange for Mr. Guo to rest. We can discuss anything tomorrow. The matter of the weapons is settled." Nesterovich now spoke with a hint of respect, seemingly shocked by Guo Yu's earlier performance.

  Guo Yu was taken to the cafeteria for a Western-style meal, and then led to a lavishly decorated room that exuded an air of Russian nobility, giving off a sense of opulence.

  Guo Yu lay on the soft bed, eyes closed in thought. At this moment, there was a knock at the door, and Guo Yu thought it was a servant coming to deliver drinks or something, so he called out for them to come in. The door opened, and a blonde-haired, blue-eyed Ukrainian beauty walked into the room.

  In her teens or twenties, Guo Yu couldn't tell the age of foreign beauties apart. They matured relatively early, with tall and slender figures, mostly above 1.7 meters, long legs, slim waist, plump buttocks, plus a beautiful face, sweet appearance, and topped with a floral dress and crystal high heels, absolutely stunning.

  Nestorovich, there are such goods here, it is said that Ukraine produces beautiful women, it seems to be true, the beautiful Guo Yu looks at him with great interest, and he secretly swallows a mouthful of saliva.

  The beautiful woman walked into the room with a cup of coffee, put down the tray and didn't leave, but instead walked to the bedside and said to Guo Yu: "Do you need me to give you a massage? My skills are very good."

  Guo Yu thought to himself, even if your skills are poor, I still have to let you give me a massage, since you've come, don't think about leaving.

  Under the service of the beauty, Guo Yu took off his clothes, leaving only a pair of shorts, and lay on the soft bed. The beauty stroked Guo Yu's perfect muscle lines with her small hands, not knowing whether she was caressing or massaging him. However, Guo Yu still felt very comfortable being touched by the beauty, which is always a pleasant thing.

  The beautiful woman's small hand began to turn around the only clothes, making Guo Yu somewhat unable to restrain himself. Alright, since it was already delivered to his mouth, there was no need to be coy anymore.

  He pulled the beautiful woman down onto himself with one hand, and began to linger on her thighs and slender waist. The woman's clothes melted away like ice on a spring day, slowly disappearing from her body.

  A passionate night, Guo Yu enjoyed it very much. He felt that the foreign girl's physical strength was great, and his own body was at a demonic level. This big foreign horse could still hold on, truly a strong woman. That kind of energy wasn't something an oriental female could compare to, allowing Guo Yu, this physically strong man, to engage in a fierce battle without fear of being ruined.

  The morning sunlight was a bit dazzling, Guo Yu woke up and reached out to grab the beautiful woman's chest beside him, pulling her out of her sleep. Guo Yu felt extremely excited in the morning and needed another explosion, so he pulled the beauty into the bathroom with him. The two had another intense battle under the shower before taking a refreshing bath, getting dressed, and having breakfast.