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

After the disbandment of the Department of Government Efficiency by President Mahmoud, the FBI and the IRS are probably the only two departments in the United States that are still somewhat efficient.

Lynn had just hung up the phone less than ten minutes ago.

Two unmarked black Chevrolet Suburbans appeared at the emergency room entrance.

The passenger window rolled down, and a puff of smoke drifted out.

"Damn TikTok, damn international students."

"It was supposed to be a pretty good business, but those Chinese students started posting those videos every day about 'kill line' and 'Gundam'."

"It even made it into a magazine like The Economist. With this public opinion, the bigwigs in Washington can't save face, so they have to find a few examples."

"Be smart later, don't let us become a prime example."

Three men got out of the car.

The man in the lead, wearing a long trench coat and with a high hairline, threw his cigarette butt on the ground and stomped on it.

He then walked straight into the recovery room and showed his identification to Lynn inside.

"FBI, Miller Doyle."

Miller lifted the curtain and glanced at the young woman's body, then picked up the evidence Lynn had prepared.

"Lynn, right?"

Miller looked at the bottle in the evidence bag.

"Yes, Detective." Lynn nodded.

Just then, two other younger detectives escorted Emily in.

She hadn't run far when she made a phone call in the car to contact new suppliers; she hadn't even started the car yet.

At this moment, he had a silver bracelet on his wrist, and his once bright blond hair was now a mess, like a bird's nest.

But when she saw Miller, her eyes widened suddenly, as if she wanted to say something.

But the tape over her mouth prevented her from doing so.

Miller frowned, then raised his hand and slapped him.

"Smack!—"

"Shut up, you bitch."

"We have both witnesses and physical evidence, so behave yourself."

After dealing with Emily, Miller turned around and waved to his two men.

"Put the suspect in the car, and leave one person to guard the door."

"I have something to say to our whistleblower."

"Yes, sir!"

The door to the recovery room was closed, isolating it from both inside and outside sounds.

Miller pulled a pack of chewing gum from his pocket.

"Want some?"

"No, sir, thank you."

Lynn politely declined.

Miller pulled out a piece, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it with a crunching sound.

He walked step by step toward Lynn.

One step, two steps.

Until his face was almost touching Lynn's neck.

Lynn could even smell the tobacco on him.

Miller stared at Lynn for a while with his somewhat cloudy gray eyes.

He actually laughed.

"Kid, you're in luck."

"In accordance with the False Declarations Act and whistleblower protection provisions..."

"If you are ultimately convicted and the stolen money is recovered, you are entitled to a reward of 15% to 30%."

"This woman owns an apartment on the Upper East Side. Although the mortgage isn't paid off yet, it would fetch a good amount of money if it were auctioned off—over a hundred thousand US dollars."

"A nurse this age can't afford an apartment like this."

He paused at this point.

He reached out and straightened Lynn's collar, his hairy hand brushing against Lynn's carotid artery, seemingly unintentionally.

"But, Dr. Lin."

"It's the middle of the night, and the brothers are working very hard on the job."

"Gas prices in New York have gone up again recently, and thanks to tariffs, prices have also risen considerably."

"In my family, there are three children who need to attend private schools..."

Lynn was beginning to understand what the other person meant.

But Miller wasn't finished speaking. The Irishman licked his lips and smiled, saying:

"I've heard that public hospitals are quite chaotic. If you want to stay here long-term, it's easy to run into trouble without having a friend in a powerful department."

"Leaving aside other possibilities, who knows if Emily has any accomplices?"

Lynn looked at Miller's somewhat greasy smiling face, and the familiar words appeared again.

[Demon detected...]

Race: Mammon (Greedy)

(Detective Miller: "This Asian kid looks like a pushover. Let's scare him a bit and pocket the tip-off reward. He'll get killed by those corpse-collecting thugs anyway. But what if the Metropolis loses business?")

[You can choose from the following world lines]

Option A: Argue forcefully, record the conversation on your phone, and insist on receiving the full statutory bonus. (Bonus: US$15)

Option B: Indicates not wanting the reward, only seeking safety. (Reward: Temporary protection from the FBI)

Option C: Voluntarily forgo the bonus and establish a symbiotic relationship. (Reward: Agent Miller's personal business card, skill "Coolley Vascular Clamping Technique - Master Level")

Option D: Attempt to steal the agent's sidearm and kill him in return. (Reward: Retry)

In the past, you could choose a timeline, but this time you can only choose C.

Only by providing value can one obtain lasting protection.

"Upholding justice is the duty of every citizen... no, every resident."

Lynn took half a step back and spread his hands.

"This money should have been earned by Agent Miller with his life on the line."

"You can handle it as you see fit. If you need me to sign any clauses waiving my personal rights, I can sign them right away."

Miller was stunned by what he said.

I thought this Asian doctor would be a clueless, bookish type who spouts useless legal jargon.

Or they'd be too scared to speak like a coward, only obediently spitting out the money after a while.

But this kid is actually so savvy?

Miller revealed his teeth, stained yellow from tobacco.

"Haha, Dr. Lin, you're very clever!"

"I just enjoy dealing with smart people."

He patted Lynn on the shoulder with a heavy thud.

But Lynn's goal was not just to hand over the prize money; sooner or later, he would be taken down by Emily's backers.

Moreover, the original owner didn't want to continue living on the edge of death.

You can try expanding into some new businesses, as long as you don't do anything that violates your medical ethics.

He doesn't face any moral dilemmas regarding other U.S. laws.

This is a good opportunity to build your own protective umbrella.

"I actually hope to make friends with someone as capable as Agent Miller."

"I graduated from a top medical school, so I was able to get into Metropolitan Hospital, which means I have pretty good skills."

"As the largest public hospital in the United States, the most common cases treated here are various gunshot wounds, stab wounds, and aftereffects of doping agents..."

"If some of your 'friends' are injured, it may not be convenient for them to make an appointment at a major hospital."

Lynn touched the stethoscope on her chest:

"I can help you with anything."

"With me, no ID is needed, no Social Security number is needed, and no paper records are kept."

Thinking of the suturing and hemostasis skills that the system rewarded him with, Lynn continued:

"I can treat the wound so it looks like it was never injured. Or, if you need it... I can treat it however you like."

Miller even forgot to chew his gum and looked at the young Asian man in front of him for the first time.

This kid looks harmless.

But these words still...

interesting.

"Do you know what you're saying, Dr. Lin?"

Miller squinted at Lynn.