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

As soon as the press conference ended, Lynn turned into the east wing corridor.

The fire escape stairwell is at the end of the corridor.

According to the "Life Safety Standards", the exit stairwell is an emergency evacuation area and it is not allowed to install equipment that is not related to evacuation.

Including surveillance cameras.

He leaned against the fire door, took a mint out of his white coat pocket, and put it in his mouth.

Three minutes later, footsteps were heard at the end of the corridor.

Wilson walked over alone.

His suit jacket was draped over his forearm, his tie was half an inch loose, and a layer of sweat glistened at his temples.

The chaotic fight at the press conference took a lot of his energy.

Upon seeing Lynn, he paused for a moment.

"Dr. Lin."

The voice was flat. Like someone you'd bump into in the hallway as a regular resident.

"Aren't you going to get something to eat?"

"Not hungry yet."

Wilson still had that kind smile on his face.

Twenty years of experience as a hospital director have honed his facial expression management to an impeccable level.

Lynn looked at him for two seconds.

"I kept a complete record of the Speaker's surgery," he said.

Wilson's brow twitched.

"The five attending physicians kept passing the buck. Then came the thoracotomy, the suturing... every second counted."

The corridor fell silent.

The smile on Wilson's face faded very, very slowly.

It's like a layer of wax melting, finally revealing the cold, hard metal underneath.

What do you want?

His voice was fairly steady.

Lynn did not answer.

Name your price.

Wilson took a half step forward, lowering his voice, "A position, a letter of recommendation, or whatever. You know what I can give you."

His tone changed.

That gentle, comforting warmth was ripped away, revealing a naked exchange of interests underneath.

But Lynn still didn't say anything.

He simply raised his hand.

Wilson's body tensed instinctively.

Twenty years of experience in officialdom wouldn't allow him to back down in front of an intern.

Lynn pressed his thumb against his temple.

A gentle swipe.

I wiped away that drop of sweat.

The movements were very gentle.

Like an assistant doing the work for the surgeon.

Wilson's pupils contracted for a moment.

The knuckles of the finger draped over the suit jacket were white, and the veins on the back of the hand bulged out.

"Dean."

Lynn withdrew his hand. "You're sweating."

He pushed open the fire door.

"The Speaker should wake up today; I'll go check on him."

The door closed behind him.

The spring door closer made a dull click.

He knew the speaker wouldn't wake up for several more hours.

He also knew how much Wilson wanted to kill him, yet how little he dared to do so.

Media attention, FBI warnings, the Speaker's savior, and the potential release of the video—all of these made Wilson hesitant to act.

Fear stems from the unknown.

As long as he doesn't make an offer, his price in Wilson's mind will keep rising until it becomes a Damocles' sword hanging over his head.

With this sword hanging over him, he was truly safe at Metropolitan Hospital and had a brighter future.

[The world timeline is complete...]

[Reward Obtained: Skill "Foreign Body Removal Technique Without Anesthesia - Advanced"]

A vast amount of minute details about human anatomy were forcibly crammed into my mind.

How to generate force during moments of muscle relaxation?

How can a 9mm bullet stuck in a bone be pulled out without touching sensitive nerve plexuses, and without anesthesia?

Countless experiences transform into instincts, entering the muscles and brain.

The online discussion is still brewing.

"An intern saved the speaker's life during surgery, and then the hospital gave the credit to someone else? This is the American public healthcare system."

"Wait, this person is of Chinese descent? Oh, that makes sense."

"Cabot is a tough guy. But the point isn't how honest he is, but how dishonest the hospital is."

Changes began to occur in the hospital.

The attending physician who used to pretend not to see him in the elevator now nods and smiles at him.

Senior resident physicians who previously rushed to schedule CT scan appointments are now voluntarily giving up their time.

The beautiful nurses would glance at him as they passed by.

Even the staff in the equipment room stopped blocking his borrowing applications.

When a radiologist handed him the chest X-ray, he hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Well done."

Even the lady serving food at the buffet gave him an extra half spoonful of macaroni and a large piece of beef.

Lynn had just finished her rounds in the ICU when her phone rang.

It is "Mammon".

"child."

The voice on the other end of the phone sounded good. "You did something smart."

"I didn't do anything."

"Yes, you didn't do anything. Julian said it himself, it has nothing to do with you. But the problem is, some people don't think that way."

Miller lowered his voice.

"Your hospital's board of directors held an emergency meeting this afternoon. Some suggested a thorough investigation into your background and your leak of internal documents."

Lynn didn't say anything.

"Don't worry. I've already made a call."

"What did you say?"

"They didn't say anything. They just let them know that the FBI had once suspended their background check on you. You're someone at the federal level. As for who exactly, let them guess."

Miller chuckled.

"Imagine a group of board members in suits and ties having a meeting, when they suddenly find out that the junior intern they're dealing with has federal connections."

"It feels like you're about to step on an ant, and suddenly you find a rattlesnake crawling next to it."

Lynn understood.

Miller's phone call had two meanings:

First, he did help, and the council's investigation will be halted.

Secondly, this favor wasn't given for nothing.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome. Once you're done with this busy period, we can talk about raising your consultation fees. The market has changed; you're worth more now."

The phone hangs up.

At 3:40 p.m., the dean's office sent out another official letter.

The wording was very polite.

Given that the speaker's post-operative recovery has entered a critical stage, the hospital places great importance on the stability and continuity of the medical team.

Based on the assessment, Dr. Lynn's professional performance in postoperative management was irreplaceable.

Effective immediately, Dr. Lynn has been officially included in the Speaker's VIP Medical Team core member list, enjoying corresponding privileges and resource support.

Furthermore, our hospital will continue to monitor Dr. Lin En's contributions to the hospital, and the corresponding salary, benefits, and special resource support plan will be announced separately at a later date.

Dean Wilson's reaction was entirely in line with his style.

Expressing goodwill through an official hospital email bearing the hospital's seal.

It is perfectly reasonable and flawless. Even if someone digs it up in the future, all they will see is the hospital's normal management and adjustments to the medical team.

evening.

After writing the last medical order at the nurses' station, Lynn got up to go to the ICU for her evening rounds.

At the corner of the corridor, Victoria leaned against the wall, waiting for him.

His arms were crossed in front of his chest, his face was expressionless, but his lips were tightly pursed.

"Come with me."

Without waiting for Lynn's reply, she turned and walked towards the stairwell.

Fire escape stairwell.

Once the door was closed, the outside noise was cut off.

Victoria took her phone out of her white coat pocket, pulled up an email, and handed it to Lynn.

The sender is the New York State Department of Health.

The recipient is the Metropolitan Hospital Board of Governors.

The list of recipients included the head of surgery, the director of medical affairs, and the hospital's legal counsel.

The subject line reads:

[Preliminary Inquiry Regarding Speaker Richard Dawson's Emergency Surgery Procedure]

Lynn quickly scanned it.

The key paragraph is on the second page.

"...According to public reports and information from the hospital's press conference, the actual surgeon in charge of the operation was a resident physician in his internship period, not any of the five licensed attending physicians present."

"The State Department of Health intends to conduct a preliminary review of the treatment management procedures involved in this incident to determine whether there were any violations of the CMS Participation Conditions..."