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

She met Lynn's deep eyes.

"Dr. Vanderbilt, this angle is backlit, and there are blind spots in your field of vision."

Lynn took the opportunity to pull the tissue scissors from between her stiff fingers.

"I'll do it."

He held the drainage tube in his left hand and the scissors in his right.

With a "click," the suture was precisely cut, the movement fluid and effortless, as if the attending physician had simply given the resident a routine practical exercise.

Elena was an extremely perceptive lawyer. She glanced at Victoria's pale face, then at Lynn.

She raised an eyebrow thoughtfully, but wisely chose to remain silent.

But in the ward, there are always some people who aren't smart enough.

Julian pushed up his frameless glasses, leaned closer to look at the scissors hovering in mid-air, and then at Victoria's wrist, which was still trembling slightly.

"The classic 'Friday morning twitch'."

He turned to look at Elena, and thought he had made a joke that was quite humorous:

"Ms. Elena, you almost received about $450,000 in medical malpractice compensation just now."

"My hospital's legal department just held a discussion on a similar case last week, which is a typical case of 'non-forced iatrogenic injury'."

Elena looked at the blond young man with great interest:

"Really? Then I'm a little disappointed."

"It's truly a pity."

Julian nodded in agreement.

"Dr. Vanderbilt, your muscle tremors and pupil constriction just now are typical symptoms of a central nervous system stimulant overdose."

"If you are taking Adderitamin, I strongly recommend that you switch to Concerta."

"The pharmacokinetic curve of Concerta is smoother, which can effectively avoid this kind of... well, parasympathetic nerve out of control that almost cut off the patient's skin flap."

Lynn pulled him from below.

Julian was completely unaware, and even thoughtfully added:

"I have several recent double-blind research papers on prescription drug abuse by surgeons. Would you like me to send them to your email?"

Victoria's clenched fist showed prominent veins on the back of her hand, and her grey-blue eyes were fixed on Julian.

"Julian Cabot." Her voice was squeezed out through clenched teeth.

"Yes, Dr. Vanderbilt." Julian stood ramrod straight.

"Shut your mouth. Go back to your ER."

"But I still need to supplement the paper with additional data..."

"Get out now! Right now!"

Julian paused for a moment, then glanced at Lynn before he understood.

He immediately closed his laptop and even considerately closed the door for them.

Elena watched Julian's disappearing figure and finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Are all the doctors at your hospital so...unconventional?"

"It's just him; in terms of emotional intelligence, there's a kind of beauty that comes from a lack of brainstem."

"I think he's quite interesting," Elena joked.

Lynn threw the discarded drainage tube into the medical waste bin, glancing out of the corner of her eye at the swaying Victoria beside her.

"Ward rounds complete. Get some rest, Elena."

Victoria had a agonizing day, constantly checking Lynn's layout sheet.

After getting off work, she rushed to the parking lot immediately.

Meanwhile, Lynn pushed open the employee passageway; spring had arrived, and the air in New York was finally no longer so cold.

There weren't many cases at the underground clinic today, and he was planning to take a day off. How about he asks Cassie to go out for something to eat?

They've made a lot of money in Tuko, so even a lowly goblin would be willing to share a good meal with them, right?

"Buzz—"

The raging roar of the 6.2-liter supercharged engine ripped apart the tranquility of the street.

A black Dodge Hellcat screeched to a halt in front of him, its tires scraping against the asphalt and emitting a burnt smell.

The car window rolled down, revealing Victoria's face, which was wearing large sunglasses.

"Get in the car." The voice was crisp and brooked no refusal.

Lynn raised an eyebrow.

For her daily commute, she drives the Tesla, which has cheaper electricity.

She only drives this muscle car, which is full of violent aesthetics, when the two of them go to the gym or when it involves "side hustles".

Lynn opened the car door and got into the passenger seat.

The carriage was filled with the strong aroma of black coffee.

Lynn glanced at her.

Sunglasses covered most of her face, but couldn't hide the taut muscles of her jawline and the faint bluish-gray tinge that still showed through the foundation.

"Where to?" Lynn fastened her seatbelt.

"Go back to my apartment. I have to film a new video today. You can't refuse me anymore!"

Victoria stepped on the gas, and the Hellcat roared as it darted into the traffic.

The driver was a bit aggressive.

While waiting at a red light, Victoria picked up her phone, opened the photo album, and handed it to Lynn.

"This is a screenshot of the backend data from last night. The subscription conversion rate dropped by two percentage points. Can you take a look and see where the problem lies?"

She spoke quickly, her eyes fixed straight ahead, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.

Lynn took the phone.

The screen did indeed display a bar chart. But he merely swiped his thumb slightly to the left; that was the previous photo in the album.

A screenshot of a private message.

"I know where you live..."

"Hector the doorman... the crystal chandelier..."

And that candid photo of the window.

Screenshot time: 2:14 AM.

Lynn's gaze lingered on the screen for two seconds.

He instantly understood what the Hellcat, the strong coffee, and this clumsy "accident" meant.

The haughty Dr. Vanderbilt is pleading for help, using the last vestiges of her dignity.

Lynn silently noted down the ID: User_7749X, then swiped the screen back to the data chart.

"A decrease in conversion rate is a normal fluctuation."

Lynn threw her phone back onto the center console.

"The content is fine and no adjustments are needed."

Victoria turned to look at him abruptly, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes behind her sunglasses, followed by an undisguised panic and disappointment.

Didn't he see it?

Did you see it, but simply not care?

The green light comes on.

The car behind honked its horn.

Victoria bit her lip and stepped on the gas without saying a word.

The air pressure inside the carriage was a bit low.

Lynn leaned back in his chair and took out his old cell phone, which was covered in a black silicone case.

He opened F. Cassie's number and sent her a text message.

"Have your friend look something up and give me a quote later. It's an OnlyFans account, User_7749X. I need his real name and exact physical address. The sooner the better."

After sending the message, he switched to another screen and opened the chat window for veteran Sachi.

"Bring your gear to Park Avenue tonight. There's a job keeping watch."

After doing all this, Lynn put her phone back in her pocket and turned her head to look at the street scene rushing past the window.

"I'm not leaving tonight," Lynn suddenly said.

Victoria's hand gripping the steering wheel jerked suddenly, causing the car to sway slightly.

"What did you say?" she asked, trying to appear calm.

"I said, I'll stay at your place all night tonight."

Lynn turned her head, looked at her tense profile, and said firmly, "We need to re-examine your persona."

Victoria did not speak.

But Lynn clearly saw that her tightly clenched lower lip loosened, and the knuckles gripping the steering wheel gradually regained their color.

"Whatever you want," she said coldly.

The Hellcat's engine noise seemed less aggressive, smoothly merging into the Manhattan twilight.