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

"How much longer? I've been waiting for four hours already!"

A construction worker wearing a reflective vest held up his swollen, purple fingers and roared at the triage desk.

"Sir, please return to your seat. If you can still shout, it means your airway is open and your vital signs are stable."

The triage nurse indifferently pointed to the waiting area.

Dozens of patients sat there with blank expressions.

Unless it's a life-threatening heart attack, massive bleeding, or gunshot wound, the only treatment option in the emergency room of an American public hospital is to wait.

A special alarm sounded.

The ambulance stopped at the entrance of the emergency room, and the head of the emergency room, who had been notified in advance, went to greet it with two senior nurses.

On the stretcher was a burly Black man, over two meters tall, who was howling in pain.

Marcus King, the potential number one overall pick in this year's NBA draft.

It is said that Nike has prepared an $80 million contract, just waiting to sign it on draft night.

But now, this priceless right leg is twisted in a bizarre way, with white bone fragments piercing the skin and blood gushing out.

"Quickly! Trauma Room 1! All unauthorized personnel, get out of here!"

All the resources in the emergency department are being directed toward this "rising star".

Lynn's previous performance had already spread to a small number of people in the hospital.

He was pushed into the trauma room by the director.

"Stop the bleeding! Quickly stop the bleeding!"

Without saying a word, Lynn put on gloves and rushed forward.

The injury was severe; the posterior tibial artery was ruptured.

If not treated immediately, this top-scoring student will have to retire due to hemorrhagic shock before even reaching the operating room.

Lynn's fingers probed into the bloody wound, precisely pressing down on the bleeding severed end.

The bleeding stopped instantly.

Just then, the door was violently pushed open.

A young white doctor, his hair neatly combed and his white coat resembling a bespoke suit, strode in.

Julian Cabot.

He was a prodigy at Harvard Medical School, and more importantly, his surname was Cabot, and he came from a family of doctors.

"Get out of the way!"

Julian didn't even glance at Lynn before reaching out to take over the patient.

"Patients of this caliber should be my responsibility, not someone like you..."

He glanced at the name tag on Lynn's chest, his eyes full of contempt.

"...a regular intern."

"Don't move."

Lynn's hands remained completely still.

"If I let go now, his blood pressure will drop to below 60 instantly."

"Do you want him to die by your hand?"

Julian's outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

He became the youngest attending physician at the Metropolitan Hospital, and it wasn't just because of his Cabot surname.

In fact, he is a medical genius, but he is lacking in practical skills.

Even before graduating, he had already published more papers than many associate professors.

I was just too anxious and didn't figure out the situation immediately.

Having grasped the situation, Julian withdrew his hand, stood aside with his arms crossed, not embarrassed at all, and stared at Lynn with the scrutinizing gaze one would give a subordinate.

"Hurry up, don't ruin this future superstar's career with your clumsiness."

Lynn ignored him.

I took the hemostat from the nurse, clamped it precisely under blind vision, and tied a knot.

Click.

The bleeding has completely stopped.

Just as Lynn breathed a sigh of relief, a strong feeling of dizziness struck.

This body doesn't have much strength left.

The subsequent complex vascular and nerve anastomosis surgery will last at least 6 to 8 hours.

Given his current condition, he may not be able to hold on.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

The first year of residency is also called internship.

Above the intern is a 2- to 5-year residency program, followed by specialist training, and then finally, Victoria's attending physician.

In the hierarchical American medical system, newly arrived interns are generally not qualified to work as second assistants in the operating room.

Lynn forced himself to stay alert and walked out of the trauma room with Julian.

Just as I stepped outside, I bumped right into Victoria, who was arriving with her team.

She walked with a brisk pace, followed by a group of interns who looked like her attendants.

"Dr. Vanderbilt, the patient's vital signs are stable and the bleeding has been controlled."

Lynn quickly reported back.

Victoria glanced at the two neat knots of the ligature on the wound.

Although it was covered in blood, as an expert, she could tell the skill behind it at a glance.

It's no luck that they were able to sever the ruptured and retracted artery so cleanly and efficiently.

She definitely needs a good pair of hands.

"Prepare for surgery."

Victoria made a quick decision, looking at Julian beside her, "Julian, you are the assistant."

Julian straightened his clothes with a smug look on his face.

"No problem, I've already devised three nerve anastomosis plans, this will be another perfect surgery for us."

Then, Victoria's gaze fell on Lynn.

She hesitated.

From a technical standpoint, Lynn is absolutely qualified to be a second assistant, and even better than Julian, who only knows theory.

But America is a political place.

Julian is backed by the Cabot family; if we don't give him face, the department's funding will be affected next year.

Moreover, Julian can indeed save her some effort in preoperative planning and pathological analysis.

"As for the second assistant..."

"Dr. Peter from Corey is resting; let him come."

Julian spoke first, then glanced sideways at Lynn.

"Dr. Lin doesn't understand our surgical practices. This is not only a technical issue, but also a matter of mutual understanding."

"I think there are still many homeless people in the emergency room who have taken performance-enhancing drugs and need him."

Victoria frowned slightly.

She disliked Julian's constant use of "we," as if he couldn't operate a scalpel without him.

However, for the sake of harmony within the department, we had no choice but to accept this arrangement.

Lynn noticed her hesitation.

Opportunities are fleeting.

He has to give it a push.

"Dr. Vanderbilt."

Lynn stepped forward.

"Back in college, a professor once said to me, 'An idiot like you doesn't deserve to listen to my lectures.'"

"From that day on, I studied hard and tried my best to become a good doctor."

The doctors and nurses around were completely baffled.

Julian, in particular, thought this Asian man must be desperate to get this surgery…

Victoria's grey-blue pupils contracted violently.

Fear, shame, and shock.

A mix of emotions swirled in her eyes.

This is the sentence she says most often when filming videos.

[World Line C is complete]

[Reward issued: Slightly increases your stamina.]

Besides feeling an increase in her stamina, Lynn also felt all her physical fatigue disappear, as if she had just had a deep and restful eight-hour sleep.

Besides securing his position as the second assistant, this new stamina boost is also part of his plan.

A few seconds later, Victoria took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to kill.

Reason told her that reacting now would only make things worse.

and……

Putting that damned threat aside, she did value Lynn's hemostasis skills.

After all, this client is very important, and this surgery is very important.

"very good."

Victoria turned and walked back into the crowd, her expression now cold and haughty.

"Lynn will be the second assistant."

"What?!"

Julian's eyes widened. "Victoria, he's just a resident who's only been here for a year! This isn't right!"

"rule?"

Victoria gave Julian a cold glance.

"With his hemostat, the patient's blood pressure rose by 20 points. If you can stop bleeding blindly in a case of massive hemorrhage, I can give you the lead surgeon's position."

Julian was so choked up that his face turned red, and he couldn't say a word.

"Go wash your hands, Dr. Lin."

Victoria paused slightly as she passed Lynn.

Without looking at Lynn, she spoke through gritted teeth in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you have something on me."

"This surgery will take eight hours."

Even if your hand shakes slightly, or you can't keep up with my pace...

"I'll kick you out of the operating room."