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

"Is there anything I can help you with, Dr. Lin?"

Victoria rubbed her temples, her voice still indifferent, but less sharp than before.

"I know you're tired, Dr. Vanderbilt."

Lynn stepped forward and gently placed the coffee on the table in front of her.

"Drink it while it's hot."

Victoria paused for a moment.

The fruity aroma lingering around her nose cleared her somewhat muddled mind.

She picked up the cup and took a small sip.

It has a bright acidity and a distinct sweet aftertaste.

A mouthful of warm liquid flowed down my esophagus, like a gentle hand, soothing my nerves that had been tense for seven hours.

"I didn't expect you to have this trick up your sleeve."

Victoria put down the cup, her fingertips tracing the rim as she felt the lingering warmth.

"This is Geisha tea that Julian brought, right? It's $500 a pound."

"Those beans have been sitting there for a long time. Everyone's too busy; they're all buying Starbucks. Recently, quite a few people have started buying Luckin Coffee, which is cheaper."

"That Julian guy is always like this: he buys the most expensive equipment, drinks the most expensive beans, and then just leaves them to rot because he finds it too much trouble."

"That's normal for the Cabot family."

At this point, Victoria's voice lowered, and her fingers unconsciously tightened around the handle of the glass, her knuckles turning slightly white.

Both being from prestigious families, Vanderbilt's current situation is worlds apart from Cabot's.

(Victoria: "Sigh, if Metropolitan Hospital weren't full of poor people, and had more patients like this, with more kickbacks, maybe I wouldn't have to face the camera late at night like a cheap prostitute...")

[You can choose from the following world lines]

[A: Continue to use leverage against Victoria, demanding sexual relations and promotions/raises. (Reward: Slight increase in power, Queen's trampling)]

[B: Recruit her to join the group and become an unlicensed doctor (Reward: "Heimlich Maneuver - Master Level")]

[C: Continue to advise her OnlyFans business, become her MCN, and double her fan count within a week. (Reward: Dr.V channel revenue share, "Fingertip Blunt Separation Technique - Master Level")]

Lynn's gaze lingered on the three options for a moment.

While option A offers a cash flow of $5000, this one-time "hush money" is not very meaningful to him at the moment.

As for the "Queen's trampling," let's reserve that blessing for those who need it.

Lynn quickly rejected option B.

Victoria Vanderbilt is now a rising star in cardiothoracic surgery, and many people are eyeing her.

In comparison, option C is the optimal solution.

Rather than watching an excellent doctor slip into a deeper abyss because they can't make money, it's better to help them earn more money on the surface-level track.

Of course, it would be even better if I could benefit from it myself.

The moment she made her choice, Lynn put down her coffee cup.

The porcelain cup made a slight sound as it collided with the table.

"Dr. Vanderbilt, did you see the private message I sent you before?"

A look of astonishment flashed across her grey-blue eyes.

"Private message? What are you talking about...?"

Before she could finish speaking, she seemed to realize something, and her expression changed drastically.

Eyes met in the gym.

The perfect teamwork we displayed on the operating table just now.

And that private message, "Unbutton one button, just one."

The mysterious person who sent her private message, the poor Asian man who stumbled upon her secret, and the highly skilled intern in front of her.

It's the same person!

"What do you want?"

Victoria leaned back, crossed her arms, and adopted a defensive negotiating stance.

"Just name your price. Although the Vanderbilt family has declined, I still have some trust funds. Or..."

A mocking smile curled at the corner of her lips as she scanned Lynn with the same gaze she would give a merchandise item.

"You want to sleep with me? You think you can make me kneel down and beg you just because you have something on me?"

Lynn shook his head as he looked at her forced haughty demeanor.

"I have no interest in forcing a woman in dire straits. It doesn't fit my aesthetic or my interests."

Victoria paused for a moment.

"So what exactly do you want?"

"I want to help you. I want to gain the friendship of the Vanderbilt family."

Lynn spoke in a very high-sounding manner, claiming that he was about to open up the gray area through Miller and Cassie.

It would be good to have more opportunities to enter high society through Victoria.

"Your account is being managed terribly right now."

"Although I don't know the specific reason, I think you need money, a lot of money."

"But I can't let go of my pride."

Lynn hit the nail on the head.

"You don't want to sell your body like those vulgar internet celebrities, you don't want to show your face, and you don't want to really turn yourself into a commodity. You want to retain the dignity of an elite doctor."

Victoria remained silent.

This is precisely what's troubling her.

"You're contradictory."

"But in fact, this contradiction itself is the biggest selling point."

"Your approach is too clumsy. You should look at how those Chinese video platforms do it. American tastes are too straightforward, like fast food."

"I know you don't like showing your face, or even your skin. That's okay, we don't have to."

Lynn's mind flashed back to the borderline bloggers she had accidentally come across on various short video platforms in her past life.

He held up one finger.

First-person perspective, POV.

"Imagine the camera is the 'patient' lying in the hospital bed."

"You were wearing that white coat and a stethoscope, and you slowly bent down..."

Lynn described the scene while gesturing.

"You just need to speak in a professional tone."

"Your heart rate is so fast? Looks like you need a sedative. Be good and don't move around."

"The stethoscope probe is pressed against the lens, the cold metallic touch, combined with your breathing sounds."

"Or, film a scene after get off work."

"Leaning wearily against the locker door in the dressing room, she untied the hair tie that had bound her all day, and her long hair fell loose..."

"His eyes were unfocused."

"And that's combined with your perfect figure."

Victoria was stunned.

Her cheeks grew hotter and hotter, and her heart began to race involuntarily.

These images...

Just by listening to Lynn's description, she could feel that subtle tension.

This is so much better than her previous dry lectures, where she would occasionally show off her figure!

It didn't require her to sacrifice too much dignity, and even satisfied a certain secret desire for control deep within her heart.

"This...this is your idea?"

"Just some small observations I make in my daily life."

Lynn smiled modestly, thinking to herself that this was all thanks to the wisdom of teachers in China.

"Trust me, follow this path and your follower count will double in a week."

Victoria bit her lip, her fingers tapping unconsciously on the table.

She was weighing her options.

It sounds perfect, but in practice...

"I don't have a team."

Victoria frowned and said, "All the previous videos were shot with a tripod. This kind of POV perspective will be greatly reduced with a fixed lens. And the lighting, angle..."

She looked at Lynn.

Since he proposed this plan, he must know the best way to film it.

Moreover, he is currently the only person who knows his secret.

Lynn was clearly the only option compared to hiring an unreliable photographer.

Victoria took a deep breath and made a decision.

She took a set of keys from the drawer and threw them on the table.

It makes a crisp sound.

"If you have time after get off work."

Victoria turned her head away, trying to keep her voice professional, but the blush on her ears betrayed her.

"You can... come to my house..."

"Since you proposed the plan, you have to take responsibility for it."

"This is for the sake of my career, Dr. Lin."

She added a sentence, as if trying to convince herself.

Lynn looked at the bunch of keys and smiled.

"Of course, for the sake of my career."