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

"The cost of living in New York is too high. I just want to save a few more people and pay off my student loans."

Lynn answered with a smile.

Miller does indeed have this need.

For some "wet" procedures, official medical channels are too cumbersome, the process is too slow, and it's easy for internal audits to find fault.

A doctor with excellent skills and a tight-lipped approach to communication?

This is a scarce resource.

In addition, since Emily was made an example of, he also needed to have an eye on things in this place.

How did this kid figure that out?

He remained silent for a few seconds.

Then, he took out a business card from his pocket and stuffed it into Lynn's breast pocket.

"This is my private number."

"If you encounter any trouble in the future, you can call this number. In New York, my words carry some weight."

"From now on we're friends, so I, Miller, certainly can't let my friends suffer losses."

"You'll also get a share of that bonus, five thousand dollars, consider it a collaboration between us..."

"Startup capital, please."

Lynn knew that Americans didn't like to refuse, so he immediately agreed.

Miller didn't linger either.

"Come in and bring the body with you. The forensic doctor still needs to perform an autopsy."

"Fall back!"

With Miller gone, the rewards were tallied.

[World Line C is complete]

[Reward Awarded: Cooley Vascular Clamping Technique - Master Level]

[Due to your outstanding performance, you have been awarded an extra skill point, which can be used to upgrade lower-level skills.]

"Lin, was that the FBI just now?"

The head of the emergency department peeked in, looking terrified.

He had been hiding behind the nurses' station until he saw the trench coat leave, at which point he came out.

"It's alright, Director."

Lynn took off her nitrile gloves and threw them into the trash can next to her.

"Emily was involved in organ trafficking and was taken away for routine questioning."

"Organ trafficking? I've heard that some small hospitals even do it semi-openly. You think it happens in our metropolis too?"

The director visibly breathed a sigh of relief, seemingly unconcerned about the organ trade.

"As long as it wasn't a medical malpractice incident..."

He wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Since everything's alright, Lin, how about... you take over the night shift tonight?"

"Director, I've been working for 30 hours straight."

Lynn pointed to the clock on the wall; it was already 3 a.m.

"According to the guild rules, this is already beyond the limit."

"If you don't let me leave work soon, I'm going to die of exhaustion here."

Lynn wasn't lying; the original owner of this body did die, didn't she?

"Furthermore, the FBI agent just told me to keep my phone accessible at all times, so I need to go back and write a detailed report for him."

The director was surprised that the timid Asian doctor would dare to speak to him like that.

But when he heard about the FBI, he had no choice but to agree.

"Alright, alright, then you should go back now. Tomorrow..."

"Oh no, come to work the day after tomorrow. I'll have someone else cover for you. Get some rest."

Lynn returned home and quickly fell asleep.

I woke up from a nap.

Lin Xi opened the system panel and checked his financial situation and the two system rewards he had received.

Name: Lynn.

Assets: $3,850

[Skills: "Simple Interrupted Suturing - Master Level" "Coolly Vascular Clamping - Master Level"]

Lynn stretched his arms and legs, but still felt a bit tired.

Although the benefits of transmigration seemed to have cured the original owner's congenital disease, the body's foundation was too poor.

As the saying goes, "Shooting every day, free America."

You can't blame Americans for being anti-intellectual; in this kind of security environment, physical fitness is sometimes more useful than intelligence.

I now have an extra $3000, and another $5000 after Miller settles Emily's property deal.

Life is a bit more comfortable now, it's time to go to the gym.

Lynn chose a chain gym in Midtown Manhattan.

Although the monthly membership fee is as high as $500, there is an additional $200 membership fee to pay for the first time.

However, Manhattan has a relatively good security situation, and the gyms have very strict security, requiring facial recognition for entry and exit.

I don't know how capable the FBI is yet. After all, I just reported an organ trafficking case, so it doesn't hurt to be careful.

In the gym's locker room, aromatherapy diffusers spray the scent of eucalyptus essential oil to help members concentrate.

Lynn had just changed her clothes and closed the closet when a thick, muscular arm appeared before her eyes.

The veins on his arm writhed like earthworms, and out of politeness, Lynn shook hands with the other person.

The black private tutor looked Lynn up and down.

"Brother, with your small frame, the ordinary training methods are too inefficient."

"By the time you get into training, all the girls will have been snatched up by someone else."

"Let me tell you, man, I've got some good stuff here. That's how Captain America trained."

"This is the latest Mexican product, a combination of trenbolone and testosterone. Just one injection, and in just three months, your latissimus dorsi muscles will expand like a cobra."

As a doctor, Lynn knew all too well the cost behind it.

"Thanks, bro, but I'd still like to keep my own pool table."

This kind of stuff of dubious origin has too many impurities.

Furthermore, exogenous androgens can cause negative feedback inhibition of the hypothalamic-pituitary-gonadal axis, causing the table tennis ball to shrink to the size of a peanut.

The black coach's face darkened; he hadn't expected this Asian kid to be such an expert.

But he still wanted to try.

"Brother, this is good stuff, it's different from what they sell in those ironworks."

"You can come find me at Metropolitan Hospital in the future; I work there."

Upon hearing that it was a doctor, the coach could only awkwardly put away the bottle and walk away.

Back in the country, Lynn also practices occasionally to stay healthy.

He knew that as a beginner, weight training equipment was safer than free weights like barbells.

There weren't many people in the equipment area, but a figure in front of the Smith machine caught his attention.

Although the other person was wearing a black mask, their face was not visible.

But her figure was simply too outstanding.

Her upper body is always covered in a sports bra, and her lower body is covered in Lululemon tight yoga pants.

This extreme waist-to-hip ratio is the most popular body type in America.

With each squat and stand-up.

Tighten your gluteus maximus, then relax.

The men in the entire gym were all looking at this place, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

Some people deliberately threw barbells on the ground, making a loud noise, trying to attract her attention by showing off their heavy weight.

Lynn is more concerned about her health and focuses on working out her sweat on the equipment.

Until the woman's cell phone rang.

Her voice was very familiar to Lynn, or more accurately, very familiar to the original owner of the body.

"...I don't care what the board says, I'm sitting at the head table at next week's 'Women in Healthcare' charity gala. The Vanderbilt name is worth that position!"

His voice was cold and carried the arrogance of an "old money" type.

"Also, tell that the patient with Marfan syndrome must undergo a valved aortic root replacement, not a simple ascending aortic replacement."

"If he can't even figure this out, he should go back to medical school and repeat his studies! I don't need idiots on my operating table!"

It was Victoria Vanderbilt.

The attending physician in sports at Metropolitan Hospital is a strong contender for the next head of the department.

No wonder she always likes to wear a white coat that's a size too big; I never expected her to have such an exaggerated figure underneath.

Because the phone call interrupted her taking her medicine, Lynn had the opportunity to see the half-exposed label on the medicine box in her hand.

Oxandrolone (Anavar)

Oxygen Dragon

An expensive oral steroid.

Unlike the mass-produced product that the personal trainer was just pushing, this stuff can not only quickly build muscle and lose fat, but also has very low androgen activity, so it won't cause women to develop obvious masculinizing characteristics.

But this medicine is very expensive, and it's very difficult to get a proper prescription.

Perhaps he was upset by the phone call earlier.

"What are you looking at!"

Victoria seemed to notice Lynn's gaze.

His grey-blue eyes glared fiercely at Lynn, exuding the imposing aura of a superior.

But immediately, her eyes changed, becoming somewhat flustered.

She recognized the person in front of her; it seemed to be an Asian resident doctor from the same hospital as her.

What was it called again?

Out of personal habit, she only remembered that this person was not one of those wealthy international students, but just a poor Asian.

Their eyes met briefly in the air before they looked away.

[Demon detected...]

Race: Sirens

(Victoria Vanderbilt: "Damn it, what's that poor guy doing here? Hurry up and finish practicing and go back, I still have to film a new video. Recently, since I started using that Dr.V ID to attract traffic on X, my followers have been increasing very quickly, I should be able to monetize quite a bit, right?")

This is quite a lot of information; it's completely different from the Victoria in the original owner's memories.

This is a woman from a prestigious family who graduated from Harvard Medical School.

They actually have to make money from adult films?

No wonder she wants to study technology.

If you don't want to reveal your true appearance, you can only compete on the body type.

The Fate Regression Line has been activated.

Option A: Immediately take out your phone to take photos as evidence and state that you will report it to the ethics committee. (Reward: A slap in the face)

Option B: Pretend not to know her, point out the risks of the medication, and help her optimize the medication plan. (Reward: Skill [Deep Sleep - Beginner])

[Option C: Whispering a "safe word" known only to her paid members, implying you've seen through everything. (Bonus: Slightly increases your stamina.)]