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

The apartment in Victoria is located on Park Avenue and is a typical example of pre-war architecture.

The copper elevator doors slowly opened, revealing a high-ceilinged lobby and intricate plaster moldings.

"Please sit wherever you like."

Victoria kicked off her red-soled high heels and casually tossed her Burberry trench coat onto the sofa.

Lynn looked around.

The living room was large, with several old-looking oil paintings hanging on the walls. Although only one ring of auxiliary lights was turned on, the huge crystal chandelier still revealed its former luxury.

The temperature inside wasn't high; the heating was on very moderately.

The United States does not have central heating, and maintaining room temperature is very expensive, costing a lot of money for every degree Celsius higher.

There was a faint smell of stale wood in the air, a unique odor of old houses that lack sufficient maintenance.

The edges of the Persian carpet were somewhat worn, which was deliberately covered by the legs of the coffee table.

"What would you like to drink? Water, or soda?"

Victoria walked into the open kitchen and opened the huge double-door refrigerator.

Lynn glanced at it in the light from the refrigerator.

Empty and desolate.

Aside from a row of sparkling water that looked like leftovers from the last party, and a few shriveled lemons, there was only a large jar of protein powder, and not even a carton of milk.

"Water is fine."

Victoria took out a bottle of Evian, tossed it to Lynn, then turned around, crossed her arms, grabbed the hem of her shirt, and deftly pulled it up to take it off.

"There are some things I need to say upfront."

Victoria turned around and put her hands on her hips.

It has to be said, she won the lottery with her genes. A quintessential example of the pinnacle of American aesthetics.

Victoria has an exaggerated bust and is nearly 180cm tall. Her wide pelvis supports an amazing waist-to-hip ratio.

She truly deserves the title, with her large breasts and ample hips.

She exerted force with her right arm, and her biceps bulged high.

"We're just colleagues right now. Don't make any rash moves, okay?"

Lynn unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip of water.

"Dr. Vanderbilt, I think you've misunderstood."

"I'm here to make money. If I can double your channel's followers within a week, you have to give me 25% of the revenue after that."

"This is the market research report I prepared for you."

Victoria was taken aback; her carefully prepared show of force had failed, leaving her somewhat stiff.

She picked up the report, somewhat annoyed.

The cover reads "Several Suggestions on Differentiated Competition in the OnlyFans Vertical Market".

She was stunned when she opened the first page, which was filled with dense data charts and competitor analysis.

From user activity times to keywords with the highest willingness to pay, to retention rates of bloggers of different skin tones...

It's as professional as a research report from a Wall Street investment bank.

"This...you made this?"

Victoria looked at Lynn in disbelief.

"A little hobby in my spare time."

Lynn remained unfazed.

Thanks to AI, thanks to the nourishment provided by big data.

"You were completely wrong the way you were going before."

Lynn walked over to her and pointed to a line of text on the report.

"You have a great figure, but you don't do adult content, so you're completely giving up that advantage."

"But somewhere on this earth, even selling meat isn't so easy, yet there are still people who can make incredibly seductive videos."

Lynn took out her phone and opened several apps that Victoria had never used before: Music Notes, Bilibili, and Xiaohongshu.

The overseas version of the music track is called TikTok, and its content differs somewhat from that in China.

"Look at these."

On the screen, videos scrolled by one after another.

Some videos feature just a glance, some just a close-up of a collarbone, and some use ambiguous lighting, perfectly timed music, and simple dance moves.

Victoria was stunned.

"That simple? Why do they... have so many likes!?"

"Because true sexiness is not about giving, but about taking away."

Lynn put away her phone and looked at her like a mentor.

"People get tired of American fast food after a while."

"The series we're going to make is called 'Midnight Emergency Room'."

……

Half an hour later.

The bedroom was temporarily converted into a treatment room.

Victoria changed into a white lab coat, and the silk shirt underneath had one button undone, revealing a breathtaking curve.

Lynn sat on a chair by the bed, holding up her phone with the camera pointed at Victoria.

"Action".

Victoria took a deep breath and brought her stethoscope close to the camera.

"Hello, I'm your personal doctor. Is there anything that's bothering you?"

Her voice was stiff, her eyes were unfocused, and her movements resembled those of someone performing an autopsy.

"Card!"

Lynn frowned and put down her phone.

"Start over. This is too fake."

the second time.

Victoria tried hard to be sexy, but her exaggerated winks and grimaces made her look like a mediocre, third-rate actress.

"Card!"

Lynn's voice rose a few decibels.

the third time.

the fourth time.

Victoria's forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, and her complexion grew increasingly pale.

As a surgical genius, she had never experienced such a setback in her personal abilities.

She was fine taking photos alone before, but now that a man is staring at her like this, she feels uncomfortable.

"I'm not filming anymore!"

She slammed the stethoscope onto the bed and glared at Lynn angrily.

"This kind of idiotic performance is an insult to my intelligence!"

"Your current behavior is worse than that of an idiot; at least they know to obey."

Lynn coldly interrupted her.

He stood up and approached Victoria step by step.

"Dr. Vanderbilt, aren't you very confident in yourself? Think about how you are on the operating table."

Lynn looked down at her, his eyes filled with no pity, only contempt for the incompetent.

"What? Just because the scenario is different, you've forgotten even the most basic 'doctor-patient communication'?"

"you……"

Victoria was so angry that her chest heaved violently.

"Look at the camera!"

Lynn yelled, just like Victoria would scold her assistants who made mistakes at the hospital.

"Cut! Treat the camera like your patient! A patient who needs your comfort and control!"

"Cut! Your eyes are too unfocused! Focus!"

"Cut! If this were the emergency room, the patient would already be dead because of your hesitation!"

Victoria was stunned by the criticism.

Even the head of the department wouldn't dare speak to her like that at the hospital.

But strangely, faced with Lynn's merciless reprimand, the anger deep within her that wanted to retaliate inexplicably transformed into something else...

The urge to prove oneself.

There was even a little bit of excitement.

He is right.

In some ways, Lynn is indeed better than me!

Born into a prestigious family and possessing exceptional intelligence, Victoria was proud from a young age.

The realization that few others could surpass her made her feel ashamed, yet it also compelled her to submit.

"Again!"

Lynn raised her phone again, her tone firm.

Don't let me down this time.

Victoria bit her lip, her once proud head lowered slightly, and when she raised it again, her eyes had changed.

That deliberate arrogance disappeared, replaced by a mixture of resentment, focus, and compliance.

She slowly bent down.

In the shot, her long hair falls on both sides of the lens, creating a private, enclosed space.

"Why is my heart beating so fast..."

Her voice was low and hoarse, with a slight, natural tremor; it was no longer a command, but a murmur imbued with warmth.

Those grey-blue eyes were fixed on the camera, as if trying to suck the person in front of the screen into them.

The cold metal probe of the stethoscope pressed against the lens, creating a stark contrast with the warmth of her fingertips.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

"Listen to me, take a deep breath..."

Her eyes were both dreamy and focused. In that instant, she was both a high and mighty doctor and a private possession belonging only to the person in front of the camera.

Lynn looked at the screen and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

This is the effect he wanted.

"Good girl."

Lynn said softly and pressed the stop button.

Upon hearing this comment, Victoria sat up as if she had been electrocuted, her cheeks instantly turning red to her ears.

Worldline C is complete.

The skill "Fingertip Blunt Separation Technique - Master Level" has been released.