American Medicine: I survived the death knell thanks to the devil.

New York, America.

Metropolitan Hospital, Emergency Trauma Center.

Lynn smelled the familiar scent of disinfectant in the air.

He sorted through the extra memories that had appeared in his mind.

The original owner was also named Lynn, and her English name was Lynn.

At 27, having just graduated from medical school, she was matched with the emergency department of this largest public hospital in the United States.

It looks like the future is very bright.

An orphan without parental support has managed to rise to the ranks of two of America's top professions: doctor and lawyer.

Does it feel familiar?

The American Dream of upward mobility?

Oh.

It's just something some media outlets have hyped up.

The reality Lynn faced was:

He's burdened with $35 in student loans. He lives in a cramped apartment with a one-hour commute, paying $2450 a month.

His annual salary, however, is a paltry $64,000.

This is not finished.

Federal taxes, state taxes, New York City taxes, FICA (Financial Income Tax Agency) and Medicare... you can't escape any of them.

After a series of combined punches, not much was actually gained.

Public medical staff are a mixed bag, and the workload is heavy. If it weren't for the fact that coming to a public hospital could reduce or waive loans, apart from some second-generation medical professionals who have connections, no one would come.

As a Chinese American, he is a free translator, an emotional dumping ground, and the most approachable "model minority" here.

That's just how it is in America, that's New York.

Ultimately, the original owner died suddenly from cardiogenic shock due to long-term overwork, unbalanced nutrition, and a congenital mild mitral valve prolapse...

With the help of another World Games, Lynn was reborn.

Good news, it's been reborn.

Bad news: I was reborn on the verge of death.

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Lynn pushed open the door, ready to adapt to her new life here.

After all, he couldn't be reborn in the past and turn things around with Bitcoin or something similar.

I still need to focus on my work first, and then see if there's any turning point.

The No. 1 recovery room is not far from the restroom.

The curtain was half-drawn.

We just saw a young white woman pass away from here due to respiratory failure caused by an overdose of fentanyl mixed with toluenethiazide.

According to procedure, the body should have already been moved to the underground morgue by the transport workers.

But for some reason, it's still here, and the electrocardiogram monitor isn't even turned off.

One of the defining characteristics of American public hospitals is their chaotic state.

There is a shortage of caregivers, and sometimes dead bodies are left in the corridor for half an hour without anyone taking care of them.

Besides, it's late at night now.

As Lynn passed by, he caught a glimpse of the electrocardiogram machine still spinning idly out of the corner of his eye.

Out of professional habit, he went in and casually picked up the long piece of record paper and glanced at it.

Upon seeing this, he frowned.

At 2:14 a.m., a ventricular fibrillation waveform appeared, which then turned into a straight line.

The time of death matches.

but……

Lynn's gaze shifted downwards and landed on the yellow medical waste bin beside the bed.

The lid wasn't closed properly, and several empty bottles were sticking out.

Vecuronium bromide is a potent muscle relaxant.

Lynn keenly grasped the indwelling needle tip of the IV line, where there were still traces of blood backflow, indicating that the blood was still circulating when the needle was removed.

Take another look at the medication administration time markings on the electrocardiogram chart.

2:09 AM.

That is, 5 minutes before the patient's heart stops beating completely.

Although the patient was unconscious at that time, he still had a heart rhythm.

Why administer a large dose of muscle relaxant at this time?

The patient was already in respiratory failure when he arrived. If intubation was necessary, the standard dosage would have been sufficient.

But here, three times the amount was used.

This will not only completely paralyze the respiratory muscles, accelerating death, but more importantly...

It can mask the struggles of someone near death.

It can even prevent certain specific nerve reflexes.

For example, the spinal reflex during organ removal?

Only twenty minutes had passed since the death.

The standard procedure requires a 5-minute no-touch period after removing life support equipment, and the process is extremely complicated: family signatures, ethics committee approval, UNOS matching...

They'll take action in twenty minutes?

Is this the efficiency a public hospital should have?

This person was admitted to the emergency room temporarily and doesn't even have identification.

Unless, they skipped all legal procedures, or even...

"Killing on demand".

This is just like the "Gundam parts" transaction in the short story I saw online a while ago.

Lynn, who grew up in a safe environment, couldn't help but shiver.

"Forest?"

What are you doing here?

A sweet female voice rang out.

not good.

Having just transmigrated here, I haven't gotten used to the American living environment yet. I shouldn't have looked at that list out of professional habit.

Lynn's palms were a little sweaty, but he reacted quickly, casually crumpling the electrocardiogram paper into a ball and tossing it into the trash can.

Turning around, she had a head of dazzling blonde hair.

Emily Carter.

A senior nurse in the emergency trauma center, and also a union representative, she's the quintessential American sweetheart.

She stood in the doorway, holding two Starbucks coffees, her beautiful blue eyes fixed on Lynn's hands.

"You've been on duty for almost 30 hours straight, haven't you?"

Emily quickly stepped forward and got very close.

Lynn was so close that she could see her meticulously drawn eyeliner and the dazzling expanse of white skin revealed by her lowered neckline.

"I saw you rubbing your temples all night. This is double the concentration, specially prepared for you."

Emily handed one of the glasses over, then gently ran her fingertips across the back of Lynn's hand.

Her voice carried a sense of intimacy, with a slightly sticky quality.

Lynn felt the warmth emanating from the paper cup, but neither spoke nor drank.

Emily was taken aback by the silence.

Based on her understanding of this young Chinese-American doctor.

At this moment, Lynn should be blushing and stammering her thanks, then immediately drink the coffee laced with sleeping pills.

Like a puppy yearning for affection, a smile from me can make me happy all day.

Emily suppressed her unease and leaned against the wall beside her.

"Lin, do you remember your first day at the hospital?"

"You're way too nervous. You were so nervous that you prescribed ten times the normal dose of adrenaline to that patient."

"If I hadn't found out and secretly asked you to change the doctor's orders, you would be out of the hospital by now, burdened with over 300,000 yuan in debt and living on the streets as a homeless person."

She looked at Lynn, revealing just the right amount of weariness and vulnerability.

"You know what, Lin? Every night, I feel so helpless."

"The cost of living in New York is terrifying; rent seems to be going up every week!"

"I really want to find a shoulder to lean on. But after looking around, I realize that in this hospital, you're the only one I can truly rely on."

Emily knew that these Eastern men had a protective instinct and liked girls who were petite and dependent on them.

"Those white doctors are all arrogant and conceited. Only you, Lin, are different from them. You are a good person."

She observed Lynn's expression.

This guy must have been defeated by his own offensive, which is why he's so silent.

After all, no Asian nerd who has long been at the bottom of society and lacks love can resist the confession of a former cheerleader.

Okay, that's about it.

Emily suddenly pressed her pink lipstick-covered lips against Lynn's ear:

"That girl who overdosed on drugs was really pitiful."

"She's only 20 years old. Even if she survives, she can't escape continuing to sell herself on the streets to earn money for drugs. Who knows when she'll die painfully from some sexually transmitted disease?"

"Fortunately, her kidneys are actually very healthy, extremely healthy."

"Although she didn't contribute much to society before, she has a new opportunity today."

"If she had 'passed away' at the right time, her kidneys could have saved the life of a philanthropist who had made a real contribution to society... and a very generous one at that."

Having laid the groundwork enough, she decided to add one last push.

For today's job, Emily specifically had someone sabotage the surveillance cameras in the recovery room.

Her right hand quietly slipped into the pocket of Lynn's white coat.

A folded check slid into her fingertip.

Then, she drew circles on Lynn's chest with her finger in an ambiguous manner.

"This is fifty thousand US dollars."

"This is just the first order. You can help me get the death certificate later, and we can be more efficient."

Emily looked up, gazing at Lynn with a dazed expression, her breathing becoming heavier.

"I know, I know how cramped your place is and how hard it is to pay off your student loans."

"I have an apartment on the Upper East Side, it's brand new, and the bathtub is huge..."

"After get off work, we can go there. I'll buy you a drink, and we can talk about our future."

Emily was very confident in her combo.

Let alone these young Asian virgins, even seasoned players might fall for her.

She has already seen it.

Seeing Lynn wagging her tail like a puppy in front of her, she nodded repeatedly.

5, 4, 3...

She was counting down in her mind.

But Lynn just kept watching.

He stared at it like a block of wood.

If she looked closely, she would notice that the other person's gaze was not focused on her.

The Demon Worldline Convergence System has been activated.

[Demon detected...]

Race: Succubus

(Emily Carter: "He probably never imagined that the check was just a worthless piece of paper issued by a shell company in the Cayman Islands. If he dared to cash it, he would be arrested by the IRS immediately... It's safer to do this business alone.")

[You can choose from the following world lines]

[A: Accept your desires and obediently agree to her request. (Reward: Key to her private apartment)]

[B: You firmly refused, loudly rebuked this dirty deal, and tried to push open the door to the recovery room to seek security assistance. (Reward: Title "A Gentleman")]

[C: Takes the initiative and proposes to join the organ trade, becoming an accomplice. (Reward: Long-term physical relationship, intermediate organ preservation technology)]

[D: You refused to compromise your principles and reported the matter to higher authorities. Reward: Simple Intermittent Stitching - Master Level]