Reborn in America, I am a legendary short seller on Wall Street.

Chapter 97 Logan is in trouble (Seeking monthly tickets and recommendations)

Larry put the deposit slip into his wallet, returned to the lobby, and held the thick leather-bound Bible in his hands. His face was calm, but his mind was racing.

Given Logan's current relationship with the police, who would dare to lay a hand on him?

Is this a gangland feud?
No, it's very likely still related to money.

Larry couldn't help but think of the $1.79 profit on the deposit slip, wondering if Logan would face reprimands from the betting companies for receiving such a large sum. Undoubtedly, even though Larry had Logan open long positions in Carnegie at several betting companies, the average profit from each one would be enough to anger them.

Larry could even imagine that when Logan walked out of the betting shop with such a large sum of money, countless eyes were already watching him.

Thinking about this, Larry felt a pang of regret; he shouldn't have let Logan take such a big risk.

Logan may have taken the blow for himself.

Just as Larry was lost in thought, the office door was pushed open.

As Mr. Potter put on his coat and walked towards the door, he kept turning back to joke with Mr. Wallace.

"...You know what? I'm reluctant to give you this office. I've been sitting in it for eight years. I care about that walnut desk more than I care about my wife!"

Mr. Wallace followed him out, responding with a smile.
“Mr. Porter, you’re going to headquarters for a prestigious position! If you’re reluctant to leave here, I can go to New York in your place.”

Mr. Potter burst into hearty laughter.

Upon hearing their voices, the sales staff who had been silently observing the area stood up and turned to look at Mr. Potter.

Mr. Potter waved goodbye to everyone and then slowly walked towards the door of the sales office.

“Mr. Potter, I will miss you,” Larry said respectfully from the front door.

Mr. Potter glared at him, feigning anger, and said, "Don't give me that! I'll be waiting for you in New York..."

After saying that, Mr. Potter hooked his arm around Larry's neck and walked out of the sales office.

The moment they stepped out the door, Mr. Potter asked in a low voice,

"Have you raised the $3? Although I don't know the specifics of what you and William Wallace did, I've seen Colt's stock price soar these past few days..."

Larry unconsciously licked his lips, thinking that nothing could escape Mr. Potter's eyes, and then whispered,

"If everything goes well, I can go to New York next month!"

Mr. Porter's eyes lit up, and he asked in a low voice, "Can you raise $3 next month? Oh, are you sure Colt's stock will rise above that amount next month? I told you, the $3 for New York must be the money left over after you've spent or saved half of it."

Larry smiled sheepishly, "I was worried that I wouldn't be able to spend all that money in the remaining three weeks of this month, which is why I told you I'd wait until next month to go..."

Mr. Potter was taken aback by these words. He stopped and stared intently at Larry, a complex expression on his face that was a mixture of confusion and joy.

After a pause of about ten seconds, until Mr. Wallace finished arranging things at the sales department and came out, Mr. Porter put his hand on Larry's shoulder and squeezed it hard, saying a common Boston slang term for praising a junior, "You're a fucking great guy!"

After saying this, Mr. Potter looked at Larry again, and then got into his private carriage.

Mr. Wallace stood next to Larry and waved goodbye to Mr. Potter.

Larry suddenly asked, "Mr. Porter, what train are you taking to New York? I'd like to give you a ride."

Mr. Potter nodded slightly. "Tomorrow morning at 9:30, if Mr. Wallace grants you leave, I wouldn't mind if you gave me a ride." Mr. Wallace smiled and looked at Larry before saying, "Right now, let alone asking for leave, I'd even be willing to read the information sheet in his place."

After he said that, all three of them burst out laughing.

The carriage started moving, and Mr. Potter waved goodbye to Wallace and Larry, saying with a smile, "See you later, gentlemen! I hope that day isn't too far away."

Larry and Mr. Wallace watched the carriage disappear around the street corner before turning back to the business office.
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At noon, Larry didn't have time to eat. He hired a horse-drawn carriage and hurriedly arrived at Boston National Hospital in the East Side.

By this time, the United States had developed a modern medical system, and hospitals had widely adopted modern medical solutions such as disinfection and surgery. Hospitals themselves had become the most respectable and iconic buildings in the community, representing the community's status.

Boston National Hospital is the most famous modern hospital in New England. It is located in the part of downtown Boston closest to the sea and consists of an inverted C-shaped complex of three three-story red brick buildings.

Larry got off the carriage, paid the fare, and hurried towards the hospital.

However, after walking halfway there, he saw someone selling flowers at the hospital entrance, so he turned back and bought a bunch of pale carnations, paired with local New England lilies of the valley.

At that time in the United States, flowers were the preferred gift when visiting patients, because people believed that flowers could bring spiritual comfort and good luck to patients.

Clara, holding the bunch of carnations and lilies of the valley, still felt that it would be more practical to bring two bottles of milk.

Upon entering the hospital, Larry inquired about the location of the South Building ward, where the surgical ward was situated, and then entered the building at the South Gate with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

But once inside the hospital building, Larry suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, because the stench of blood in the hospital corridors overpowered the disinfectant, and the patients' painful groans could be faintly heard as background music.

At this time, the hospital's doctors' consultation rooms and inpatient rooms were mixed together, but the doctors were often not in the patient area, but only came during emergency room hours or rounds.

In the neurosurgery department where Logan works, the patients' injuries are generally quite severe, and there are several surgeons stationed in the ward.

Larry was passing by a clinic when he saw a head debridement surgery being performed inside. He was so captivated by the astonishing scene that he stopped in his tracks.

Inside the examination room, the patient was bound to an iron "operating chair" with ropes and could not move.

From the fear in the patient's eyes and his occasional exchanges with the doctor, Larry judged that he had not been anesthetized.

The surgeon used boiled tweezers to remove the wood chips embedded in the patient's scalp, and then rinsed the wound with carbolic acid solution.

The patient screamed loudly in pain, the sound of his agony echoing throughout the entire building.

The problem is that this isn't the end of it; the intern surgeon is still standing by.

After the wound cleaning was completed, the intern surgeon, holding a scalpel, took a few steps forward, pressed down on the patient's head, looked at his bruised eye sockets, and comforted him.
"Intracranial hemorrhage requires bloodletting to drain the blood. Please do not panic..."

Immediately, the intern surgeon swiftly made a bloodletting cut on his eye socket, and dark red blood flowed into the porcelain basin along the silver bloodletting groove.

The patient suddenly went limp and slumped to one side. But because the surgeons held his head firmly within the semi-circle of the operating chair, he couldn't break free of their restraints even in his unconscious state…

The surgeon nodded and said to the intern, "Look, this is the relaxed state of the body after the toxins have been expelled."

Larry, who was outside, swallowed hard and thought to himself, "This guy is obviously in shock, isn't he?"

Larry couldn't bear to watch any longer and hurried to the ward.

　These past few days have been hectic. I was planning to write a few more chapters to save up for the release, but I ended up writing and posting on the same day, and I'm out of drafts. It's really... I guess I'll have to postpone the release again. Hope you all can enjoy a few more days of free reading.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)