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

Unlike the last time when they stumbled upon an organ trafficking operation, this time it wasn't a crisis.

This system doesn't have any countdown or anything; it requires you to make a selection immediately.

Based on past experience, it calculates rewards based on its subsequent behavior.

This isn't a game where you have to make all the choices before you can see what happens next.

Such a good handle should be dealt with later.

Having made up his mind, Lynn continued to pretend he didn't know her.

He adjusted his breathing and casually completed a set of machine chest presses.

Then he picked up a towel to wipe his sweat and turned to walk towards the shower.

Victoria was left alone, filled with suspicion.

……

After finishing her workout, Lynn returned to her rented apartment.

The cramped room contained only a single bed and a desk, with the subway viaduct rushing past the window.

After eating some chicken breast, he opened his laptop.

"After all, he's practically my boss. For the sake of my career development, this is just a necessary investigation, not something I want to see."

Soon, the webpage loaded, and one of America's two major "cyber red-light districts" appeared before my eyes.

Here, there are no middlemen taking a cut; dopamine is directly converted into US dollars.

Last year, the platform paid out more than $50 billion in revenue sharing to creators.

The top 0.01% of bloggers can earn an astonishing several million or even tens of millions of US dollars a month.

On the screen, countless meticulously crafted thumbnails flickered.

There are heiresses living in Beverly Hills, a Texas cheerleader who just turned 18, and a housewife who secretly earns money behind her husband's back.

They are either innocent or wild, or cosplaying as Mai Shiranui.

In addition to the monthly paid subscription, many new features have been developed here:

Want to hear me call your name? Customized voice messages start at $20.

Want to see me eat grapes in a special way? Custom videos start at $50.

There's also a so-called private messaging function.

You never know whether you're chatting with a Filipino maid or a burly Indian man picking his toes.

Unlike some hubs that purely sell desires, this place sells an illusion called "intimacy."

A fake relationship that's readily available, something you can have simply by swiping your card.

Lynn traversed this ocean of silicone, filters, and desire, and finally found Victoria.

【Dr.V】

The profile picture is a half-body photo of someone wearing a white lab coat, with an exaggerated figure, but the head has been cropped out.

Subscription fee: $29.99/month.

That's really shady.

Pay and proceed to the homepage.

Lynn originally thought she would see a screen full of erotic scenes.

After all, they're using technology to build muscle, so what else is there to show off but their physique?

However, when he clicked on the pinned video, he was completely stunned.

In the video, Victoria is still wearing a black mask, a tight-fitting turtleneck sweater, and an oversized white lab coat.

She stood in front of a whiteboard, holding a marker in her hand.

"Today we'll talk about the application of Fourier transform in medical imaging..."

His voice was clear and cold, and his logic was rigorous.

Is this about the application of advanced mathematics in medicine?

On this platform brimming with hormones and dopamine, this young lady is actually giving a serious math lesson?

Moreover, judging from the neatness of his handwriting on the blackboard, he spoke quite professionally.

He patiently scrolled down through several videos.

They're all in this art style.

There were lectures on fluid mechanics, biostatistics, and even one on Kant's Critique of Pure Reason.

The only perk she gets is the curve of her hand that occasionally appears when she raises it while writing on the blackboard.

I glanced at the comments section.

It was surprisingly popular.

"OMG, this stellar-sex feeling is amazing!"

"When Teacher V called me an idiot, I felt like my soul was elevated."

"This is exactly what I wanted! It's much better than those who just wiggle their butts!"

Some people even tipped her $500 for solving a problem.

Lynn shook her head.

Is this the diverse range of XP in America?

While this contrast can indeed attract a specific audience.

Victoria clearly doesn't understand the real "traffic code".

Her current videos, while contrasting, lack interactivity and, more importantly, that captivating tension.

American pornography is too explicit and too crude.

It's either a real, live-fire sprint or utterly unattractive nudity.

That's why such a contrast has a market.

How could they possibly understand the subtle beauty of the East?

How could they possibly know what "still holding a pipa, half-concealing her face" means?

In a strict censorship environment, skirting the line has long since evolved into an art.

The real temptation isn't how much you take off your clothes.

It's not that you're dressed completely conservatively, but that you can still make people imagine everything.

Lynn looked at Victoria's slightly stiff posture in the video, a professional habit developed from long hours in front of the operating table.

He sighed.

Now that I've got leverage over her, and she might become a business partner in the future, I have an obligation to help her improve her skills.

After all, the higher her income, the more reluctant she is to leave her current position, and the better her life will be in the cardiothoracic surgery department.

Lynn's fingers began to tap on the keyboard.

Send a private message to Dr. V:

"The composition is too rigid."

"Move the main light source 30 degrees to the left to create a side backlight, which will accentuate the lines of your back muscles and add a sense of mystery."

"Also, stop wearing turtlenecks."

"A shirt, you must wear a shirt. Unbutton one button, just one."

"Don't keep your back to the camera while lecturing."

"Try looking at the camera with an expression of utter disdain, and whisper:"

"Is this the homework you handed in? Disobedient patients... will be punished."

Click to send.

It's time to bring a touch of Asian awe to America's barren, borderline thinking.

The next day, at seven in the morning.

Metropolitan Hospital, Conference Room 1.

Victoria Vanderbilt sat at the head of the table on the left.

She wore a full face of makeup today.

The heavy eye makeup covered the dark circles under her eyes, but the weariness in her eyes was impossible to hide.

That private message from last night kept replaying in her mind all night.

"Unbutton a button..."

"A disobedient patient..."

Damn.

That figure in the gym, that guy giving orders in private messages, and this Asian resident in front of me.

The images of these three figures kept overlapping and separating in her mind.

Victoria twirled a pen in her hand, her grey-blue eyes fixed on Lynn, who sat in the corner.

She is waiting.

As long as Lynn shows even the slightest sign of something wrong.

She used her connections to get him out of the New York medical field.

But Lynn performed too perfectly.

Or rather, it's too mediocre.

He was holding a tablet computer and quickly taking notes on the director's instructions.

His eyes were focused, but his expression was blank.

Like the medical supplies that can be found everywhere in this hospital, they are humble, hardworking, and have no presence whatsoever.

He didn't even glance at her.

Am I just overthinking things?