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

The side door of the strange car suddenly made a muffled "bang".

Finally, a petite figure jumped out of the carriage and collapsed onto the concrete floor.

She was chasing a rolling 25-cent coin.

The coin hit the side of Lynn's shoe and stopped.

The girl suddenly looked up, revealing a small face full of terror.

Her messy red hair looked like a bird's nest, and a few playful freckles were scattered on the bridge of her nose.

He was wearing a faded dark blue scrub suit, which looked too big and loose, like a child wearing an adult's clothes.

Cassie Quinn.

A second-year resident physician in the emergency department.

She's always available at the Metropolitan Hospital, and she even helps the nurses change the sheets. She has a smile like a girl next door.

The two locked eyes.

The air froze for two seconds.

Cassie swiftly grabbed the coin, clenched it in her hand, and then sprang up as if electrocuted, leaning against the car door with her eyes darting around.

"Dr. Lin... Dr. Lin?"

She chuckled dryly twice, trying to block the gap in the car door behind her with her body.

"It's so late, what a coincidence. I... I was just passing by. Yes, I just got off work and was passing by when I heard some noise coming from this strange car. I thought it was a stray cat that had crawled inside, so I was just about to take a look."

As she spoke, she even kicked the safety bar, which had been modified to look like a tank, with great seriousness.

"I wonder whose car it is, it's really scary parked here, haha..."

The system text stopped right next to her face:

[Race: Goblin]

(Cassie Quinn: "Damn it, my coins! That's laundry money! As long as I don't admit it, he won't know the car is mine. As long as I'm not embarrassed, he'll be the one who's embarrassed.")

[You can choose from the following world lines]

[A: Believe her lies and turn away. (Reward: A good night's sleep)]

[B: Expose her lies and threaten to report her to the hospital. (Reward: $200-$531)]

C: Exploit her greed and fear to bring her under your control. (Reward: A partner)

Goblin?

Lynn looked at the red words on her retina, then at the little girl in front of her who was only up to her chest, with a face full of freckles and rosy cheeks.

Is this considered a demon?

Isn't the system's definition of a demon a bit too broad?

And isn't it a bit much to judge such a seemingly harmless little girl as a greedy and cunning goblin?

"Just passing by?"

Lynn's gaze shifted downwards, landing on her tightly clenched right hand.

There was not only a coin covered in dirt, but also a car key with a huge SpongeBob SquarePants keychain hanging from it.

Cassie followed Lynn's gaze and her face instantly turned deathly pale.

She instinctively tried to hide her hands behind her back, but the movement was too large, and her elbow bumped into the car door, which wasn't fully closed.

"Splash—"

The side door slid open halfway.

With the help of the parking lot streetlights, the interior of the car was clearly visible.

This isn't an ambulance; it's practically a miniature field hospital and grocery store.

The narrow space was utilized to the fullest extent.

The roof of the vehicle was covered with IV stands and tourniquets that had been taken from various departments.

In the corner were boxes of gauze, saline solution, and even several boxes of OxyContin, which is strictly controlled even by pharmacies.

Amidst this pile of "stolen goods," a cot and an alcohol stove were squeezed in.

There was a small pot on the stove, cooking leftover food scraps that were obviously taken from the hospital cafeteria.

This is her home in New York.

To save on rent, many people sleep in their cars and have short commutes.

The lie will fall apart on its own.

Cassie froze, her goblin survival instincts making her react instantly.

She stopped pretending and lunged forward, trying to close the car door, pleading for mercy with a sob in her voice:

"Don't look! That's...that's what the hospital was planning to scrap! I just think it's a waste!"

"Lin, please, don't report me!"

She gripped Lynn's sleeve tightly, her eyes red-rimmed.

"I still have student loans to pay off, and I have three younger siblings... I can't lose this job."

"I'll give you a share! I sell these to survivalists on eBay, and the profit is pretty good... I'll give you 20%! No, 30%!"

Looking at her, she was haggling like a little animal guarding its food, trying to keep her job and those meager profits.

Lynn suddenly realized that the system's judgment wasn't wrong after all.

This obsession with money and the ruthless drive to survive is truly goblin-like.

They're quite cute.

In America, greed is not a flaw.

If the poor don't do this, they simply can't survive, let alone move towards a better life.

Lynn grabbed her wrist, which was gripping his sleeve, and gently pulled her away.

"I have no interest in the little money you make from reselling gauze and expired painkillers."

"But I'm very interested in this car, and your ability to get your hands on anything."

Cassie froze, blinking her tear-streaked eyelashes, clearly not following Lynn's train of thought.

"Wha...what do you mean?"

"Reselling supplies is risky, has low profits, and you also have to worry about being caught by ICE or hospital security."

Lynn pointed to the modified shadowless lamp in the carriage.

"Since you're so short of money, you're even willing to live in your car."

"How about doing some big business with me?"

"A big...business?"

Cassie sniffed, the fear in her eyes vanished, and Lynn even thought there was a golden light in them.

Is this the goblin's instinctive reaction when it smells the fragrance of gold coins?

"We can provide treatment for people who cannot afford medical care or who have difficulty going to the hospital."

Lynn looked at the RV that had been converted from an ambulance and thought, "Isn't this the perfect mobile operating room?"

"You mean... freelance work?"

She lowered her voice, her tone carrying a hint of barely suppressed excitement, the pitiful look from before vanishing instantly.

"You have clients? I don't accept checks, only cash. And if it's a gunshot wound, there's an extra charge. And besides, do you have connections? This is dangerous; I've wanted to do this for a while, but..."

Cassie suddenly covered her mouth.

"Without protection, would they dare hire you for this?"

Lynn smiled.

Sure enough, Miller was right; dealing with smart people is much easier.

"Clean up the car and move out all those space-consuming cardboard boxes. It's unlikely to turn it into a sterile operating room, but at least it'll be cleaner."

Lynn patted the sturdy body of the modified ambulance.

"Once we open, you'll find that the little money you used to earn from collecting garbage isn't even a fraction of what you earned before."

After saying that, Lynn turned and walked towards the subway station.

After taking a few steps, he stopped and looked back at Cassie, who was still standing there in a daze.

"Also, be careful next time you pick up coins."

Cassie stood in the cold wind, clutching the coin she had lost and found tightly in her hand.

She watched Lynn's figure disappear into the night, then looked back at her car full of her precious belongings.

She grinned, revealing a small canine tooth.

Although this Chinese-American doctor looks cold, his eyes were really captivating when he was talking about big business.

She smelled wonderful.

It smells like money.

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