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

"Lin, you're a good doctor, but you don't understand business."

"40%? That's a lot. You work so hard, and I just sit back and reap the benefits."

"But who knows how many patients you see every night? I can't just send an agent to sit by your car all day counting heads; the FBI's manpower is stretched thin."

Lynn frowned slightly: "So what do you mean?"

"Fixed price, week-long package."

Miller presented his solution.

"Whether you earned $100 or $10,000 this week, I want to see a fixed amount of cash in my designated locker every Friday night."

"Let's call it... 'Business License'."

By collecting a fixed rent, the risk of Lynn falsifying accounts was avoided, and a stable cash flow was guaranteed regardless of economic conditions.

Most importantly, this completely shifted the operational risks to Lynn.

If your business is bad, that's your problem, but you can't lose a single penny.

"So what are the fees for this week?" Lynn asked tentatively.

"Don't be nervous, young man. Everything is difficult at the beginning. The first week is free, consider it my support for entrepreneurs."

Miller's voice softened again.

"However, starting next week, we'll be charging market prices. If business is too good... you know, with inflation, I'll have to raise prices too."

This is classic drug marketing: the first hit is always free.

Moreover, he can adapt to market conditions; he's a real old fox.

But Lynn had no choice.

In America, without this protective umbrella, their cars could be dismantled into parts by gangsters or seized by government agencies at any time.

"make a deal."

"very good."

Miller seemed to be in a good mood. "Perfect timing, there's no time like the present. I have an old friend who has a minor ailment that he just can't seem to get better."

"Although there are several illegal clinics in Chinatown, as you know, those Fuzhou guys don't hold back and their hygiene is worse than a public toilet. They often leave people half-dead."

"This man isn't a big shot, but he's still somewhat useful. He's on his way to Chinatown to find those barefoot doctors."

"Now that you've opened your shop, let him give it a try."

Miller paused.

"I'll send him the address. Lin, if you can't even handle this small matter, then our cooperation ends here."

"Beep—beep—"

The phone hangs up.

Lynn put away her phone and waved to Cassie, who was staring blankly at the bouquet of roses.

"Don't look at it yet, Dr. Quinn."

He got into the passenger seat.

"Get ready, we've got a job!"

……

The South Bronx is known as the "War Zone".

Even during the day, the air here is filled with the smell of marijuana and urine.

The "doomsday survival vehicle" glided through the graffiti-covered streets and finally came to a stop in the shadow of an abandoned overpass.

Cassie appeared unusually excited.

As she adjusted her sterile gloves, she practiced a serious expression in front of the rearview mirror.

"Lynn, the patient will arrive soon, I'll be the surgeon."

Cassie puffed out his not-so-prominent chest, trying to make himself look like a seasoned surgeon.

"After all, I'm a second-year resident physician. Although I'm always treated like a puppet by those old guys at the hospital, and they only make me their assistant..."

"This is our first deal, so we need to make a strong impression. You're just a first-year intern; you don't have the presence you need. You should be my assistant."

"As long as you follow our instructions, we will definitely be able to perform this surgery successfully."

Lynn didn't argue with her, but smiled and nodded.

"Alright, Quinn, I'll do as you say."

He plans to wait until he sees the specific problem the patient has before making a decision.

Not long after, a black Nissan drove up and stopped there after turning off the engine.

It wasn't until Lynn flashed her headlights three times that the situation changed.

The car door opened, and a thin man wearing a baggy hoodie and walking with a slight limp emerged.

He glanced around warily, his right hand always in the pocket of his hoodie, where a gun was usually kept.

Only after confirming there was no danger did he limp over here.

The side door slid open, revealing two young people wearing medical masks.

For Lynn, hiding his true identity was essential for running this underground business.

Although the other person couldn't see him, Cassie still tried to maintain a stern expression, holding the medical record board in his hand, and said in a low voice:

"Come on up, I'm today's attending physician, uh... Dr. Casey. Hey you, Wang, get ready."

The skinny man had just stepped one foot onto the pedal when he looked up and saw Cassie's face clearly.

The movement froze instantly.

He frowned, his eyes full of suspicion, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Cassie's baby face and his empty scrub uniform.

"Are you kidding me?"

The man withdrew his foot, his tone unfriendly.

"Whose child are you, who ran away from home? Did you even graduate from middle school?"

"I...I'm a legitimate graduate of NYU Grossman School of Medicine!"

Cassie's face turned red with anger, and he tried to increase his intimidation by standing on tiptoe.

"Shut up, kid."

The man impatiently interrupted her, his gaze bypassing Cassie and locking onto Lynn.

"Bring that man here. Miller said there's a reliable doctor here, but all I see is a child laborer who looks like he's wearing adult clothes."

"If it's this kind of person, I'll leave right now. I don't want to die on the operating table even if my legs rot."

Cassie pouted, looking aggrieved, and glared at the blind bastard, but still obediently stepped aside.

Lynn walked up to the man, and the familiar data stream unfolded on her retina once again.

[Demon detected...]

[Race: Imp (Cowardly, Suspicious)]

(Joe Pesci: "Damn, is Miller trying to use someone else to do his dirty work? Are these two reliable? The guys in Chinatown all said they can't handle the shrapnel in my leg, and it could ruin it if they're not careful.")

[You can choose from the following world lines]

[A: Refuse to treat this dangerous individual and drive him away. (Reward: One bullet)]

[B: Use a large dose of anesthetic to knock him unconscious and then call the police. (Reward: Slightly increase strength)]

[C: Ignore his rudeness and subdue him with overwhelming power. (Reward: Skill "Pistol Mastery - Advanced")]

Pistol expert?

Lynn's heart skipped a beat.

In the free land of America, this is a life-saving skill.

Moreover, since I'm going to be an unlicensed doctor, the ability to protect myself is very important.

As for gun licenses, Mr. Miller should be happy to provide them as long as he can offer value.

"Come up and lie down."

Lynn put on sterile gloves.

"If you want the scrap metal removed from your leg, shut up and do as I say."

"Fuck, how did this kid know?"

Joe was startled, but gained some confidence in this Asian kid.

He hesitated for a moment, then obediently climbed onto the cot.

"Dr. Quinn, prepare the skin, disinfect, administer local anesthesia."

Lynn gave the instructions.

A syringe was immediately handed over, already filled with 2% lidocaine.

Although she was still a little angry, Cassie immediately became efficient once she got into work mode.

The operating lights came on.

"Surgery begins."