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

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"You did a good job these past 17 days."

"I'm almost reluctant to leave; I'd like to talk more about your country's history."

"Then, Mr. Speaker, would you like to stay for another two weeks?" Lynn took the business card with both hands and made a joke first.

"This is just part of a doctor's job. Making patients feel better is also part of it."

Dawson was amused again.

Do you know what I was doing at your age?

He stretched his shoulders.

"I do free legal aid at a law firm in the Bronx and earn $800 a month. My wife works as a cashier at a supermarket."

He patted the front of his suit jacket, smoothing out the wrinkles.

"So don't talk to me about my job. I know what my job is, and I know what it isn't."

"If you want to have dinner and drinks together, you can ask Grant to schedule a time with me."

"If it's urgent, you can call the number on the business card. But cherish the opportunity, after all..."

"I only owe you one time."

Grant coughed at the door.

The convoy has arrived.

When Dawson walked out of the ward, there were more than a dozen nurses and resident doctors standing on both sides of the corridor, including the hospital director.

The speaker nodded to them, his steps steady.

The Chevrolet doors closed, and the convoy drove into the snowstorm.

Metropolitan Hospital has returned to its usual hustle and bustle.

[Worldline complete]

[Reward: 1 Universal Skill Point]

(Note: This skill can be used to enhance skills below Master level. Five skill points can be combined to create one Legendary skill point.)

Lynn looked at the few non-master-level skills he had and decided to save his skill points for now, to see if he could accumulate five, or to enhance them as needed at crucial moments.

such as……

When you get into a gunfight, upgrade your pistol proficiency to Master level.

The day after Dawson was discharged from the hospital, Lynn was summoned to the dean's office.

Wilson sat behind his desk, while the head of surgery sat on the sofa to the side.

There was another person Lynn had never seen before, in his fifties, with gray hair, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and a name tag that read "Human Resources Director".

The expressions on the faces of all three were subtle.

It was as if they were announcing something they themselves found absurd.

"Dr. Lin."

Wilson began:

"After a comprehensive evaluation, the hospital has decided to end your internship early. Your professional license has been approved through expedited processing."

He paused for a moment.

"Furthermore, given your outstanding contributions to the Speaker's treatment and your recent performance in clinical work..."

"Extraordinary abilities".

He was very careful with his words.

"The hospital has decided to appoint you as acting chief resident."

In the U.S. surgical training system, the chief resident is the highest rank in the residency sequence.

After that, one becomes a specialist trainee, and only then can one be promoted to attending physician.

To become a chief resident, one typically needs to complete at least five years of residency training, from PGY-1 to PGY-5, with each year being a significant hurdle.

PGY-1 is an intern.

He was doing the most basic work:

Writing medical records, running errands, and delivering medical equipment to superiors.

We work 14 to 16 hours a day, six days a week, occasionally seven days a week.

His annual salary is just over $60,000, which translates to less than the hourly wage of a fast-food restaurant manager.

PGY-2 started working on the operating table, but could only perform auxiliary tasks such as suturing and retracting.

PGY-3 and PGY-4 gradually took on more complex surgical procedures and began to manage junior residents.

Only the best PGY-5 candidate can become the chief resident.

In reality, it takes an average person seven to eight years to complete this journey.

Because two to three years of research time need to be inserted in between, otherwise it is impossible to get a good specialist training quota.

This is the brutal reality of the American surgical training system.

Becoming a doctor may be a step up in social class, but only if you can endure the hardships.

It uses time, surgical volume, and level of responsibility to screen and hone a medical school graduate into a scalpel that can work independently.

Lin Enlai was at the Metropolitan Public Hospital for less than a year.

They didn't even complete PGY-1.

The word "agent" is just a fig leaf.

But the power is real.

The former chief resident was Philip Wharton, PGY-5, who worked diligently for seven and a half years.

He was on duty the night the speaker was shot.

He did nothing wrong, but he also did nothing wrong.

The hospital needs someone to take responsibility for the management negligence, and Wharton is the most suitable candidate.

They are experienced enough to take responsibility, and their rank is low enough not to cause too much of a stir.

He was reassigned to a community healthcare project for "rotation training".

It sounds respectable.

In reality, it was exile.

Lynn knew this was unfair.

But he also knew that fairness was never the operating logic of this world.

"I accept," he said.

Wilson breathed a sigh of relief.

The HR director handed over a stack of documents.

After Lynn finished signing, the director finally spoke.

"There's one more thing."

He looked at Lynn, his tone polite but stiff.

"The hospital has established a new VIP medical team. You've been transferred to this team, mainly responsible for coordinating the diagnosis and treatment of high-value patients."

"In addition, you can choose your specialty from all surgical departments."

The director added, "Administratively, you'll be registered in whichever department you're assigned to, and you'll routinely see patients and perform surgeries in that department. VIP appointments will be arranged separately."

"orthopedics."

Lynn did not hesitate at all.

The head of surgery frowned.

"Could you explain your reasons?"

"Orthopedics has a broad coverage, including trauma, sports medicine, spine, and joints, which best matches the needs of VIP clients."

"The musculoskeletal system is the most likely to be injured among athletes, politicians, and corporate executives."

These words were perfectly watertight.

But Lynn didn't mention four other reasons.

First, in his previous life he worked in the orthopedics department of a top-tier hospital, which was his area of ​​expertise.

Second, orthopedics is the highest-paying medical specialty in the United States. Attending physicians start at $570,000 annually, with senior specialists earning over a million. It consistently ranks first among 29 major medical specialties.

Third, sports medicine is a subspecialty of orthopedics, so Marcus might be able to introduce some high-quality VIP clients later.

Fourth, Victoria is also in orthopedics.

Having more people on your side to look after you is better than anything else.

"approve."

The head of surgery didn't ask any further questions. He wasn't interested in political struggles, but he greatly admired Lynn's medical skills.

As Lynn walked out of the dean's office, she encountered three resident doctors in the corridor.

They saw Lynn and stopped talking.

Someone looked down at their phone.

Some people stepped aside to make way, their expressions complex.

The news has spread.

An intern who had been there for less than a year skipped four years and was parachuted in to become the head of all the resident physicians in the hospital.

Anyone would find it hard to swallow this insult.

But nobody said anything.

No one dared to say it.

Because everyone knows what this intern did.

His story has become an urban legend.

On his second day in the orthopedics department, Lynn had his first surgery.

The emergency call button rang at 2:17 PM.

"Orthopedic consultation, emergency trauma area, level one."

Lynn put down her post-operative medical record and walked from the orthopedic office to the emergency room.

On the horizon toward the Bronx, the silhouettes of several tower cranes were vaguely visible against the low clouds.

New York is always under construction.

And people will always fall off the scaffolding.

He pushed open the door to the emergency room.

I saw someone I didn't expect.

Julian Cabot.