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

Two hours later, the shift handover ended.

Lynn took off his stethoscope, changed out of his white coat, and pushed open the door to the staff entrance.

A cold draft blew in from the parking lot.

New York's late nights are a damp, chilly, magical attack.

"Boom—Boom—!"

The deep, furious roar of the engine tore through the empty parking lot.

A black Dodge Challenger SRT Hellcat was parked not far from Lynn.

The widebody kit features a massive air intake on the hood, accompanied by an exaggerated exhaust note.

Lynn never expected that this young lady's car would be an exaggerated old-fashioned American muscle car.

The car window was lowered halfway, revealing half of Victoria's profile, which was wearing sunglasses.

Her long, golden hair was casually tied back, with a few stray strands falling around her ears.

She wasn't wearing makeup, but her skin still looked incredibly smooth under the cool light, unlike that of a 31-year-old.

Perhaps because of years of fitness training, they don't have the problem of short shelf life that white people have.

"Get in the car."

A familiar commanding tone.

Lynn opened the heavy car door and got in.

Just then, at the elevator entrance not far away.

Julian, who had just finished his night shift, froze on the spot, twirling the BMW car keys in his hand.

He recognized the car.

It was a gift from Victoria's grandfather, but because it consumes too much gas, she hasn't been seen driving it much lately.

Victoria, who usually doesn't even look at people properly, actually let a newly arrived Chinese intern get into her passenger seat.

This is the attending physician's car.

Julian wondered if he was dreaming or actually on Broadway.

What kind of comedy is this?

The Queen of Metropolitan Hospital invited a coachman onto the royal carriage.

"Fuck..."

inside the car.

The engine hummed and vibrated, making the seat tremble slightly.

Victoria pulled out an envelope containing $300 and slapped it directly onto Lynn's chest.

"This is yours."

"This is my account. You can transfer money directly to me next time."

Lynn sent her bank account information via her phone, then picked up the envelope, didn't count the contents, and casually put it in.

OnlyFans' settlement cycle is usually T+7 or even longer, so this money was clearly not withdrawn from the platform.

She paid for it out of her own pocket.

"The platform hasn't settled the accounts yet, has it?" Lynn asked knowingly.

"I don't like being in debt, especially not yours."

Victoria took off her sunglasses, revealing bloodshot eyes; she clearly hadn't slept well the night before.

Her expression was complicated.

It has a kind of reserve that comes with being a superior.

And it carried a sense of anticipation.

Ever since Lynn helped her film the new series.

The number of followers is increasing every day, and it's no longer a matter of only seeing a system notification once in a long while.

This kind of daily, updated data stimulation is something she can't get on the operating table.

The car slid out of the parking lot and merged into the endless stream of traffic in Manhattan, day and night.

"Where do you live? I can take you home. If you live in Brooklyn or Queens, then forget it. I'll just take you to the nearest subway station."

Lynn fastened her seatbelt.

"No, let's move on to the next phase of work."

"Update frequency is very important."

"Then... shall we go to my place?"

Even though it wasn't the first time, Victoria still felt a bit resistant to this kind of direct invitation to men to come to her home, due to her upbringing.

But gaining followers is just so satisfying.

Lynn pointed to the gym bag in the back seat.

"Go to your gym."

"What?"

Victoria slammed on the brakes, and the 707-horsepower monster jerked its head down.

"What are you going there for?"

"Filming."

Lynn spoke calmly, as if he were stating something perfectly natural.

"If you only make one series, fans will get tired of it very quickly."

"There are plenty of temptations on the platform, let's go shoot a new series."

Victoria gripped the steering wheel tighter, her knuckles turning slightly white.

She wanted to refuse.

Taking photos or something in public places...

Too...

But Lynn completed the agreement in just half a week.

After half a minute of silence.

The hellcat let out a furious roar.

Victoria jerked the steering wheel, and after illegally crossing a solid line, the car sped towards the gym where they had first met.

Fifteen minutes later. In front of the squat rack.

"Lower it a little more."

Lynn held her phone low in the hand, "to create a sense of pressure."

In the video, Victoria is wearing tight yoga pants and doing squats while carrying a barbell.

It must be said that this young lady from the Vanderbilt family has top-notch assets.

The exaggerated waist-to-hip ratio, under the pressure of heavy weight, presents a breathtaking visual impact.

The men around them were glancing in their direction, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

"I do not understand."

Victoria was breathing heavily, sweat trickling down her neck and into her sports bra.

"These kinds of videos are everywhere, and those strippers film even more explicit videos than I do."

"They're selling their bodies, while you're giving a lecture."

Lynn was replaying the previous set of movements.

"Let's do another set. As you stand up, tell me the anatomy of the gluteus maximus."

"What?"

Victoria was stunned for a moment, almost choking.

"Quick, quick, speak to the camera. The more professional your tone, the better, like this, with a panting sound."

Victoria gritted her teeth, exerted force to stand up, and her gluteal muscles tensed instantly.

"The gluteus... gluteus maximus, originating from the lateral surface of the iliac wing and the posterior surface of the sacrum..."

She regulated her breathing while reciting anatomical terms intermittently.

"It terminates at... the gluteal tuberosity of the femur and the iliotibial tract..."

"very good."

"Alright, get up!"

Lynn captured the perfect moment of muscle contraction.

The video playback was extremely impactful.

Visually, it's a top-tier hormonal temptation.

The auditory aspect is a wealth of practical information in sports anatomy teaching.

"This kind of video..."

Victoria, panting heavily, wiped away her sweat:

"Will anyone actually watch this?"

Lynn clicked save: "This video is for posting on mainstream platforms to attract traffic."

"We want them to start with physical attraction and become loyal to learning. That's the charm of 'paid knowledge'."

"Once they are attracted, they will need to pay for subsequent courses."

This approach might be common among fitness bloggers on regular platforms, but it's absolutely unique on OnlyFans.

Lynn continued:

"We can also offer some of the paid custom services that have recently become popular on the platform."

"Their offers like adding $200 to get a free item or $20 for a special 'Good Morning' promotion are all too similar."

"We offer personalized fitness plans for $200."

"For just $100 more, you can get a free diet plan customized by a professional nutritionist!"

This time, Lynn not only used domestic borderline technology, but also entered the knowledge payment track.

Victoria nodded, seemingly understanding.

Just as the two were packing up to leave, two shadows loomed over them.

The two muscular white men had prominent trapezius muscles and their skin was abnormally flushed, typical signs of steroid abuse.

"Hey, little girl."

One of the men, who had a thick beard, completely ignored Lynn and let his gaze roam over Victoria without restraint.

"You guys have been hogging the squat rack for too long, haven't you? We've been waiting for over ten minutes."

Victoria frowned: "We've finished practicing and are packing up."

"Pack up? I think you guys are filming here?"