I work as a sorcerer in the US, and my side hustle is building Gundams.

With the spirit of saving as many as possible and gaining as many experience points as possible.

Lynn followed Lily to the basement of an apartment building on James Street.

As soon as he opened the door, he was hit by a strong smell that was a mixture of leaves, alcohol and cheap cosmetics. It made him sneeze several times and almost trip over the broken sofa on the floor.

"Jessica, Britney, are you still alive? If you're still breathing, say something!"

But as if he had smelled something pleasant, he took a deep breath and then shouted loudly into the room.

"Hey, why are you yelling so loudly? Here, I just made a lot of money today, this cigarette is for you."

Lynn heard a woman with a slightly alluring but somewhat aged voice exhale a puff of smoke from the side before speaking.

"Ha, I knew you were the best, sis."

When Lili saw the cigarettes handed to her, her eyes lit up. She quickly reached out and took them, pulled out a lighter from her pocket, lit one, and took a deep drag, her eyes rolling back in her head in ecstasy.

"Who's this little guy? Your new lover? Not bad, Lily, he's only in his early twenties, right? Where did you find such a tender young man?"

A middle-aged woman with graying hair, dressed very fashionably, walked out from the right side of the pillar next to her, a half-smoked cigarette dangling from her lips.

She glanced at Lynn's eyes with an admiring yet provocative look, her gaze filled with naked lust.

"Damn it, Jessica, shut up your stinky smell! This is the doctor I specially hired to treat you!"

Lily took a deep, satisfying puff, reluctantly stubbed out her cigarette, then stuffed the remaining half into her pocket, giving the other person a disapproving look.

"Our doctor? This young man, he must be under 25, right? Does he have a license to practice medicine?"

Jessica straightened her expression a bit this time, but her eyes still looked at Lynn with a wild, beast-like savagery.

"Damn it, did you take some new drug again that has side effects that arouse your libido? Didn't you say before that you felt poisoned by too many drugs but didn't know what kind of poison you were poisoned by?"

Lily grabbed her old friend's shoulder as she approached Lynn and pulled her back sharply.

"Yes, I feel like my heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys are all aching, and my shoulders and back feel like they're about to break... You know, I've tried no less than 100 new drugs over the years, and I don't even know if it's poisoning or what? Anyway, I have to take painkillers every night to fall asleep."

She pointed to the huge ibuprofen container next to her, which held 1000 tablets. Lynn glanced at it and thought, "Wow, that container is almost as big as my head."

"So I asked him to come and treat you... By the way, where's Britney?"

"She took on a new job today... Kid, my friend said you're a pharmacist and can cure the poison in my body, is that true?"

He looked Lynn up and down with a distrustful gaze.

According to U.S. federal and state regulations, regardless of whether one has completed a combined bachelor's, master's, or doctoral degree, anyone wishing to practice medicine independently and obtain prescription privileges in the United States must complete the following steps:

1. Obtain an accredited medical degree: usually an MD (Doctor of Medicine) or a DO (Doctor of Osteopathic Medicine).

2. Pass the United States Medical Licensing Examination (USMLE) or the DO pathway through COMLEX.

3. Complete residency training, which typically lasts 3–7 years, depending on the specialty.

4. Obtain a permanent medical license in your state, which usually requires:

I have legal work authorization (such as a green card, H-1B, etc.);

I passed the background check by the state medical board;

Some states require passing additional clinical skills or legal exams.

A complete set of combined punches would require someone to be at least 28, 29, or even 30 years old or older.

Lynn looked to be only twenty-four or twenty-five, so she was a little skeptical.

"You don't know anything! Don't be so rigid. This kid cured a heart patient suffering from drug poisoning right here in our fountain square!"

Lily quickly covered her mouth, silencing her from saying the rest of her words.

"If you want to get a good night's sleep, you should accept her treatment. No charge if she doesn't cure you. Right, Lynn?"

Lily persuaded the other party, then turned to Lynn for his opinion.

"Yes, no charge if it's not cured."

Lynn was taken aback for a moment, but immediately understood and nodded.

His original intention was to come here to improve his skills, proficiency, and character experience. Because he was in a hurry, he didn't even think about money.

But since Lily brought it up for me, it's only natural to charge a reasonable fee.

"You can't help people for free for no reason" is a principle and rule that the original owner had already experienced during his life as a wanderer.

"What about the fees? Let me tell you, I don't have much money. What I earn has to support my daughter, so my grandson won't be forced into foster care..."

When money was mentioned, Jessica, who had been laughing and carefree, immediately became wary and crossed her arms over her chest.

"As for the fees..."

Lynn remembered when he rescued the black boy Bob in the fountain square, Bob had given him a reward of $300.

$300.

"What? $300? You might as well rob a bank! Do you know how many drugs I'd have to try to save $100?!"

Upon hearing the number, Jessica jumped up. If Lily hadn't quickly pulled her back, she would have plunged her high heels deep into Lynn's face.

"I fucking tried drug trials, sold my blood, and even worked as a prostitute. After deducting all expenses and rent, I could barely save $250 a week!"

Jessica angrily stretched out her hand, which was painted with cheap nail polish, and pointed at Lynn, cursing loudly.

"You fucking dare to ask for nine days' worth of my savings right off the bat! I don't care how amazing Lily's claims about your skills are, I, Jessica, would rather be poisoned to death, die outside, or jump off a building than ask you to treat me!"

She was almost hysterical when she said this. Lynn could clearly see the sickly look hidden under the thick foundation on her face. It was a face that had been tormented by illness for a long time and had become somewhat emaciated. Her outstretched hand was also as thin as a reed. Looking at Jessica's fingers, Lynn even had the image of the pickled chicken feet he had eaten when he was still a student at Dongda University in his previous life flash through his mind...

"vomit!"

The basement smelled of leaves, alcohol, vomit, and cheap cosmetics, all mingling with the image and taste of pickled chicken feet that surfaced in his memory at that moment…

It condensed into a hurricane of the most intense visual, olfactory, and gustatory sensations, violently rushing into Lynn's brain, causing him to vomit!

Without hesitation, he turned around and ran towards the basement door.

He wanted to escape, as if Jessica behind him was a zombie that had run out of The Walking Dead, reminding him of all the unpleasant things in his life.