From picking up corpses to becoming a true god of America

"No, Old Ye!"

Qin Mo let out a shriek like a duck, then suddenly turned around and grabbed Ye Xiao: "You've been studying for a year, why are you suddenly quitting?"

Why are you so agitated?

"If you're not at school, they might bully me..."

I'm fucking idiot!

Ye Xiao stared at Qin Mo in surprise, never expecting this guy to use him as a shield!

Forget it.

He didn't say anything, but silently took out his phone and opened the email about overdue payments.

"Holy crap?"

Qin Mo stared wide-eyed at Ye Xiao in disbelief, saying, "Dude, what did you do? How did you end up owing so much money? That's over 70 Dongda coins!"

"Wait a minute, you're not a simp, so did you pick up bad habits from those black guys?"

"This is my tuition fee that I took out a loan for; my family has no money left."

Ye Xiao spread his hands, saying helplessly, "I plan to talk to the professor and see if I can get my tuition refunded."

"Dude, you're really brave."

Qin Mo gave a thumbs up, his face full of admiration: "You dare to borrow money from America? If you can't pay it back, you'll be in trouble."

"What can you do if you can't pay it back?"

"Do you know that those financial companies have connections with gangs? Do you know what happens to those who can't repay their debts?"

"What will happen?"

Qin Mo said with a somber expression, "Don't you think our medical school has a bit too many human specimens?"

Holy crap?!

Upon hearing Qin Mo's words, Ye Xiao suddenly remembered something.

In contrast, medical schools in China share a single specimen with ten students, and students still have to scramble to get a spot.

The medical resources in the United States are indeed excessively abundant; two people can share a specimen.

Qin Mo's expression was solemn as he slowly said, "Guess why medicine is so advanced in America? Don't think they won't accept you just because you've ruined your health."

"Some institutions prefer special specimens so they can study how the human body changes under special circumstances."

Feeling a slight shock from the capitalist country, Ye Xiao, a newcomer, couldn't help but curse.

"Holy crap..."

It seemed as if she was thinking about a future day when she would see Ye Xiao's specimen on the operating table.

Qin Mo became increasingly nervous as he spoke, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Sigh, Lao Ye, given the situation, I advise you to go back. I'll pay for your plane ticket."

Ye Xiao silently shook his head.

Before leaving his home, he did have the idea of ​​going back to seek refuge.

But after witnessing that incredible scene, his thoughts slowly changed.

This godforsaken place has no shortage of corpses.

If I go back, how many opportunities will I have to connect with them?

Even if you want to work at a crematorium, you still need a degree and a government job!

"Dude, it's not much money, take it and have some time. See you again when you get back to China."

Qin Mo suddenly pulled out ten hundred-yuan bills, stuffed them into Ye Xiao's hand, and ran into the teaching building.

Dude, you're being way too impulsive!

Ye Xiao was slightly taken aback, sighed silently, and stuffed the bright green US dollars into his pocket.

Now is not the time to be sentimental.

He hurried to his advisor's office, only to find it filled with people, all of whom were his fellow students.

"Are you guys trying to drive me crazy?"

This little old man with round glasses is named Erich, and he comes from Germany.

At this moment, he was so angry that his face turned red, and he pointed at Ye Xiao's senior brothers in exasperation.

"You've not only made me look foolish in the scientific research field, but you've also ruined my reputation in the education sector!"

"I have no idea what you're doing at UW!"

Faced with their mentor's criticism, the senior students cowered and lowered their heads, only focusing on admiring the patterns on the floor.

"Look at the students next door, Herod, how many top-tier journal articles they've published this year!"

"And what about you? Besides yelling 'Mentor, save me!' what else can you do?"

"If any of you continue to act like that kid surnamed Ye, you'd all be expelled from school!"

No, is this related to me?

Ye Xiao never expected that he was viewed this way by his mentor.

The person in question never told their family the truth!

Is this what you call a mentor being very good to him?

Forget it, let whoever wants to read this book read it. Studying medicine won't save America!

"I'll ask one last time: the Seattle Police Department has requested our assistance as crime scene investigators. Who's willing to go?!"

What? Become a crime scene investigator?

Upon hearing this, Ye Xiao, who was about to leave, immediately stopped in his tracks.

If I become a crime scene investigator at the police station, doesn't that mean I'll have many more opportunities to legally access corpses in the future?

Now I have no choice but to continue studying!

Seeing no one respond, Erich slammed his hand on the table and angrily pointed at the group cosplaying as ostriches.

"Fine, so you're all shut up, huh! You can't even help with something this small, what use are you to me! Give them all away..."

"teacher!"

"Um?"

Everyone turned around in surprise and saw Ye Xiao standing at the door with his hand raised.

"Ye? What are you doing here?"

Erich's expression became somewhat subtle.

After all, Ye Xiao was like a foxtail grass decorating his garden to him—dispensable and unreliable.

Erich hadn't even considered calling him over today.

He pushed up his round-framed glasses with a trembling hand and asked in a low voice with a strong German accent.

"Ye, what are you doing here?"

"I originally intended to ask you an academic question, but I didn't expect that you, my supervisor, were also in trouble."

Ye Xiao calmly continued his lie, putting on an expression of unwavering loyalty, and patted his chest: "Don't worry, I'm willing to go to the Seattle Police Department!"

"real?"

Erich's wrinkles had softened considerably, but he was still somewhat confused.

He never expected that in the end, it would be Ye Xiao, the disciple he usually looked down upon, who would help him.

"Of course, Professor Erich."

Ye Xiao said with some regret, "My academic ability is not high, and I can't help you much in scientific research. I can only help you solve this small matter."

Upon hearing this, the senior brothers stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

Holy crap?

Who would have thought that someone with thick eyebrows and big eyes like Ye Xiao would be so curly-haired?

Do you also want to become an academic Daji?

But it's clear that the old man Erich really fell for it.

Erich pushed through the crowd, excitedly approached Ye Xiao, grabbed his hand, and patted his arm hard.

"Look! Look at this! This is what a proper student should look like!"

"You flatter me, Professor. My fellow students are the real research gurus."

What a joke.

How many mediocre students can get into the University of Washington School of Medicine?

In America, most of the smuggled goods go into fields like journalism, art, and finance—fields that are easier to get into.

Who would want to come to these bottomless pits of biochemistry, environmental science, and materials science?

"Ye, don't worry, I, Erich, will never mistreat my students."

Ye Xiao pursed his lips upon hearing this, not taking it to heart.

Will we not treat you unfairly?

Didn't you just say that you wanted the senior students to drop out of school with me?

"I'll try my best to get you a higher hourly wage from the police department, and I'll also give you an extra $1,000 a month as a personal allowance!"

How many?!

Now it was Ye Xiao's turn to be surprised.

He truly hadn't expected that the old man Erich would have such a temperament.

The Seattle hire can earn about $3500 a month, plus a $1000 personal allowance from Ehrlich, which can help Ye Xiao repay a large part of his loan.

Moreover, a job with a monthly salary of 4500 is a pretty good position in the market.

Strangely, the senior students didn't react much, as if the US dollars were just worthless paper.

Moreover, the way they looked at us even had a strange undertone.

It felt like they were pitying Ye Xiao, and even thought that Erich hadn't given enough and should have given more.