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

Lynn is not a saint.

He was a doctor before he transmigrated.

He worked tirelessly in a top-tier hospital, accepted bribes, and even schemed to get promoted.

He admitted that he was just an ordinary person who loved money and was afraid of death.

Lynn still remembers the morning she first put on her white coat.

He raised his right fist and swore:

"I solemnly pledge myself to dedicate everything to the service of humanity."

"My primary concern should be the patient's health..."

Whether in this extremely capitalist America or at home.

In this day and age, it might seem ridiculous to still aspire to be a pure idealist and constantly recite the Hippocratic Oath.

But for Lynn, there are some things that are her bottom line.

"Emily, are you trying to kill me?"

He took the check out of his pocket, opened it, and glanced at it.

"You think you can fool me with a check issued by a shell company registered in the Cayman Islands?"

"You want me to take this to the bank to withdraw money, and then get arrested on the spot by the IRS, who's even more terrifying than the FBI?"

Emily was stunned.

Lynn finally responded after a long time.

But this was completely different from what she had expected. Not only was he usually so timid and submissive, but he also pointed out the bomb she had planted.

Lynn didn't give her a chance to explain and continued to accuse her:

"And besides, isn't your business practice incredibly unprofessional?"

He pointed to the deceased's face, which was gradually losing its color, and faint traces of dark red could be seen on the bridge of the nose and cheeks.

"This is a typical butterfly-shaped erythema."

"Although it's not written in the medical record, these are clearly symptoms of early-stage systemic lupus erythematosus."

"You can't even see this, and you want to do this kind of business?"

"Drug use masked her abnormal immune system; the kidney you took should be full of immune complexes."

Lynn watched as Emily's face turned pale.

"Are you planning to give this biological bomb to that 'generous philanthropist'?"

"You can't tell just by looking at the kidneys; once they're implanted..."

"If you're lucky, the recipient will develop acute kidney failure. If you're unlucky, it will be a systemic cytokine storm."

"So, do you think that important person's family will thank you, or will they just send you to the Hudson River for a wonderful night?"

Emily broke out in a cold sweat.

She was just an ordinary nurse who was focused on making money and didn't have enough knowledge of such professional case details.

If what Lynn said is true...

That's not making money, that's practically suicide!

But as she thought about this, the fear on her face turned into the joy of surviving a disaster.

Fortunately, I've always treated this bookworm well.

No wonder this guy hasn't said a word.

It's not that my charm has failed me, but that the other person is thinking.

Lynn was helping herself to make the selection.

It seems that finding a professional doctor as a partner is very necessary, and isn't this guy who likes me the best choice?

"Oh my god! Lin..."

Emily patted her chest, which rippled with waves.

"I really don't know what to say."

"The check was written by that damn middleman, I knew nothing about it. Lin, how could I bear to hurt you?"

Using her fear of the important figure as a pretext, she feigned panic and snatched the check from Lynn's hand, tearing it to shreds.

Then he pulled out a Prada wallet studded with rhinestones.

The wallet was so thick that she didn't even have time to count it. She emptied all the cash inside and stuffed it into Lynn's hand.

"There are about three thousand dollars here, all in non-consecutive serial numbers, absolutely safe."

"This is all I have. This is a deposit, just a deposit."

"I have to contact them immediately to stop the surgery and find other hospitals to replace the missing parts."

"so……"

Lynn looked at the large wad of colorful cash in his hand and promptly revealed a shrewd smile.

He even rubbed the banknotes with his thumb to feel their thickness before stuffing them into the inside of his white coat.

"Go quickly, your safety is more important than anything else."

"Leave the rest of the mess to me."

After saying that, Lynn patted the other person on the shoulder affectionately.

"Lin, I knew it. You love me! Come to my place tonight~ The bathtub promise still stands."

Emily was very confident in her beauty.

Qian Linen also took it; from now on, he's one of us.

"Wait for my call."

She kissed Lynn, left those words, and then "tap tap tap" away.

……

Lynn is now the only one left in this recovery room.

Apart from the intermittent buzzing of the monitor, it was so quiet here.

Lynn took out her phone.

On the screen, the recording software has been running for 8 minutes and 53 seconds.

Stop recording, cut out the suggestions you just gave Emily, and set up double encryption.

Then, he put on a brand new pair of nitrile gloves.

I walked up to the old medical waste bin, carefully used tweezers to remove the empty vecuronium bromide bottles, and sealed them into a transparent specimen bag.

Finally, I went to the electrocardiogram monitor, reprinted the data from that period, folded it, and put it away.

After doing all this, Lynn returned to his small duty room.

I'm thinking about how to report this in a way that will maximize my safety.

What is the hospital's internal whistleblower hotline?

If Emily has some kind of protective umbrella behind her, calling internal oversight would be suicide.

Lynn turned on her computer and, based on the original owner's memories, found a webpage:

【HHS-OIG】

Office of the Inspector General, U.S. Department of Health and Human Services.

This is the highest regulatory body specifically targeting Medicare fraud and illegal medical practices.

This alone is not enough; one's own safety cannot be perfectly guaranteed.

We also need to add the FBI's New York field office's medical fraud investigation team.

Organ trafficking is a federal felony.

Thanks to the legal provisions that the original owner had diligently memorized for the certification exam, Lynn quickly filled out the online complaint form.

[Report Type: Medical Murder/Illegal Organ Trafficking]

[Suspect: Emily Carter and her gang]

[Key evidence: audio recordings, drug residue evidence, falsified medical records]

[The whistleblower requests immediate shelter in accordance with the False Claims Act and the federal witness protection program.]

Click to send.

Less than three minutes later, Lynn's personal cell phone rang.

I picked up my phone; it was empty…

There were no caller ID messages.

"Dr. Lynn?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was calm and steady, which made me feel very safe.

"This is FBI Special Agent Miller. We have received the information you submitted."

"Please prioritize your own safety, and if possible, avoid letting anyone touch the body."

"Given the extremely serious nature of this case, our personnel will arrive at Metropolitan Hospital, where you are, within ten minutes."

"Please act as usual and avoid showing any unusual behavior."

As Lynn hung up the phone, a notification sounded.

Worldline D is complete.

You successfully and precisely distanced yourself from the evil while preserving yourself.

[Reward Obtained: Skill "Simple Intermittent Suturing Technique - Master Level"]

With the reward in hand, countless surgical experiences flooded Lynn's mind instantly.

Afterward, Lynn felt that her hands had become more dexterous, as if she had practiced sewing countless times.

Besides the system reward, the three thousand dollars were a voluntary gift from Emily.

Furthermore, under the False Declarations Act, whistleblowers can receive a reward of 15% to 30% if the illegal gains are eventually recovered.

I feel like I'm getting used to America and New York.

Lynn smiled slightly, waiting for the FBI to arrive.