Evolution 2030: Studying Medicine Won't Save Americans

After piecing together Eva's fragmented memories, Chen Yisen instructed the other party to open the car door from the inside.

A cold draft wafted out, mixed with a slightly musty smell.

If a car can run its air conditioning for several hours continuously while the engine is off, it's highly likely that its battery has been modified.

Eva's phone was on her lap, still connected to its charging cable.

Chen Yisen tried to guide Joey in performing fine motor skills, such as unlocking her phone by entering a password.

Unfortunately, the parasite is far less flexible than the integrated organism.

It took several attempts before I succeeded.

As usual, he asked a few questions without giving any instructions.

There is also a significant difference.

At first, he just spoke slowly and was barely able to have a normal conversation.

After three or four rounds, the answers became hesitant and even included long pauses, to the point where it was easy to tell that something was wrong.

It feels like an old computer with a barely usable CPU but severely insufficient memory, only able to stand up briefly when first turned on.

The system crashes when there's too much caching.

While you might blend into a group of homeless people and go unnoticed, it's very difficult to socialize without being remotely controlled.

Not to mention continuing to work—

Yes, Eva does have a job, but it's not a full-time one.

She has a good personality and great strength. As long as her appearance isn't too outlandish, many companies are willing to offer her jobs in order to meet the employment quotas for sexual minorities set by New York State.

So ever since I had my cosmetic and body sculpting done at Pump Party, I've been working as a stock clerk at a local supermarket chain.

They do not have a fixed address, but use registered mailboxes as their mailing address and sleep in their cars.

Although I would occasionally stay at the shelter, I never officially registered because I was afraid of being fired.

These days, it doesn't matter whether you register or not.

It's perfect that we can place her in this shelter nearby.

Anyway, I don't expect to stay for too long.

According to Eva's recollection, Rita King's pump parties were organized regularly every 1-2 months.

Once you get the participants' contact information, you can either disperse Ava directly, or control her to have sex with Rita King, and then disperse her, making it look like a self-produced and self-distributed case.

This is a good opportunity to restore some of our humanistic anchors.

With that in mind, Chen Yisen directed Eva to get out of the car, preparing to take her to apply for a bed.

August is the lowest point for the occupancy rate of the shelter. Chen Yisen is, after all, a community doctor with considerable prestige. If he's lucky, he might be able to get a private space.

Most adult shelters in New York are large communal rooms or bunk beds with no partitions, so Eva's condition could easily be detected as abnormal.

If we could get a cubicle, it would save us a lot of trouble.

At the same time, call Joey over to prepare to move the car.

But just then, Eva's phone suddenly beeped.

Chen Yisen unlocked his phone and found the screen was on a Telegram chat page.

The contact name displayed at the top is Rita King.

The message I just received was also sent by the other party.

"How are you feeling?"

Chen Yisen quickly scrolled up and found that after leaving the containment center, Eva told Rita King about her situation and asked if there was any solution.

The responses I received were naturally all kinds of passing the buck, and statements like "the doctor is just trying to make money off you by exaggerating the severity of the situation; it's not actually that serious."

Under the barrage of words, Eva actually began to hesitate.

However, before they could talk for very long, the mass inside her pulmonary artery changed angle for some reason, causing a fatal infarction.

This also exposed all the lies from before.

The last message sent by Eva was at 9:47 AM.

This can basically be considered the time of death.

Chen Yisen looked at the question from Rita King, thought for a moment, and then replied on behalf of Eva:

"I feel much better now. I was working just now."

A few seconds later, a new reply appeared:

"That's good. Will you be able to come to the next party?"

This was like a godsend, and Chen Yisen almost immediately wanted to reply that he would go.

However, according to Eva's memory, the other party has not yet given a specific time and place.

Therefore, one should not make definitive statements.

"If it's Tuesday or Saturday, I'll definitely go; other times, I'll try."

There's no set routine for working in a supermarket, so it can always be explained as "I'm taking a temporary break."

Sure enough, Rita responded with an OK sign, indicating that she would release the information soon.

After ending the chat, Chen Yisen thought for a moment and then put his phone in his pocket.

The parasite's intelligence level is unreliable; if given to Eva, it's easy to miss crucial information.

Soon, Chen Yisen returned to the containment center.

Since the clinic visit on Franklin Avenue lasted only one day, the area has been restored to its original state.

Fortunately, the receptionist who handled the registration had helped Chen Yisen before, so she recognized him.

"Dr. Chen?"

"Hmm." Chen Yisen gestured to Eva, who was following behind him. "One of my patients can't find a place to stay for the next few days. Could you arrange a room for him? Preferably a private bed."

"We can process it within 24 hours, but if it takes longer, you'll have to register as a formal resident."

This is an implication that moving in might affect work.

U.S. law strictly prohibits any form of employment discrimination, but it allows for "no-fault dismissal".

In other words, an employer cannot say, "I am firing you because you live in a shelter," but can say, "I think you are no longer suitable for this job, so I am firing you."

The real reason is clear to everyone.

"It's alright." Chen Yisen waved his hand. "Finding a place to stay is more important."

The staff member had fulfilled their duty to remind him and turned around to quickly type on the keyboard.

While selecting rooms, she praised, "This morning I felt that Dr. Chen was very kind-hearted, and now it seems that's really true."

Faced with this sudden praise, Chen Yisen felt a little guilty.

After all, while his plan did not cross the line into crime, it was by no means morally sound.

"It's nothing, it doesn't cost me anything, I'll just have to trouble you guys in the end."

The screening results were already out while we were talking.

"Compartment #8 in room 422 is still empty." The other person pointed to the floor plan. "This room is in the corner. In order to make room for fire protection equipment, the two rooms were turned into a suite. #8 is at the very end. I occupied #5, #6, and #7, so it is equivalent to a separate room."

All I can say is that having good modeling skills is a real advantage.

The eldest sister has probably never been this enthusiastic in her entire career.

"Thank you." Chen Yisen gave a grateful smile, then directed Eva to fill out the form.

The movements were a bit clumsy, but fortunately the English signature wasn't complicated, and the rest of the content consisted mostly of multiple-choice questions.

"Room 422 is the transgender area, Dr. Chen, you can't go up there."

"Don't worry, I know."

Chen Yisen watched Eva go upstairs.

Just as I was about to leave, a wailing sound came from the doorway.

"Doctor, doctor!"

The security guard was so frightened he almost raised his baton and shield.

Only after getting closer could I see that it was a woman with disheveled hair.

She stumbled and scrambled to the service counter, panting as she leaned against it, and asked, "Where's the female doctor who was here this morning... cough cough—where is she?"

The receptionist was also startled, and after a moment, she replied, "Female doctor... do you mean Dr. Lin Qi?"

"Yes, that's his surname."

"Ah... she was on a rounds from Bellevue Hospital, she's already gone back," the older woman replied. "If you need medical assistance, we also have a resident registered nurse here..."

Chen Yisen had already recognized the person who came.

It was that incredibly talented and elegant man from this morning, Amber Zheng.

To avoid trouble, he tiptoed away, intending to speed up and leave from the side.

However, we were still a step too late.

Amber Zheng glanced into the medical room, noticed the person was of Caribbean descent, and then turned back to the front desk.

As a result, I happened to see Chen Yisen.

"Doctor, please help me!" Amber Zheng pounced on Chen Yisen's feet, giving the latter no time to react. "Please give me another diagnosis, please... cough cough—the medicine that female doctor prescribed for me during the day didn't work. I went back and got an injection, but I didn't feel any better... my lungs still feel uncomfortable."

Actually, there's no need to emphasize it at all.

Even with just the human ear, one could already hear the distinct wet rales in her breathing.

But Chen Yisen wasn't about to cause that trouble.

You know to swerve when your car crashes into a wall, you know to buy stocks when they rise, you know to repent when you're sentenced for a mistake, and now that you're dying, you come begging to me.

Why didn't you do this sooner?

"Ms. Zheng, please watch your behavior." Chen Yisen took a step back, trying to create some distance, but the other party was like a persistent nuisance, closing in again.

Having no other option, he pulled out his phone: "I have Dr. Lynch's office number here. You can call her, or go directly to Bellevue Hospital to find her."

He desperately wanted to find an opportunity to escape, but he was wary of the surveillance cameras in the lobby.

If you accidentally bump into the other person, you might end up being accused of something.

They had no choice but to stall for time while ordering Joey to return from the parking lot just in case.

Amber Zheng's face grew increasingly pale: "My... my insurance, and that medical debt relief plan I signed up for this morning, cough cough—both require me to receive treatment at the initial hospital or community clinic first, otherwise it's considered an automatic waiver of the terms..."

"There's a clinic with an emergency care center just three kilometers away..."

"Doctor," Amber Zheng suddenly lowered her voice, like a wild dog baring its fangs, "I can tell you have a grudge against that woman from this morning. If you help me get a referral, I'll report her for racial discrimination and deliberately misdiagnosing my symptoms."

Chen Yisen certainly wanted to mess with Natalia, preferably ruining her reputation.

But this woman in front of me is probably unreliable.

She could betray even the white people who were supreme in her heart, let alone herself?

Moreover, the doctor's prescription was ineffective, which is absolutely not grounds for reporting.

"Fructose and nitroglycerin only provide temporary relief, so it doesn't mean Dr. Lynch made any mistakes..."

In fact, Chen Yisen regretted his words as soon as he was halfway through.

Because he was so focused on getting revenge on Natalia that he forgot to deny the fact that there was a grudge between them.

Amber Zheng immediately realized the problem.

"There's more, there's more!" She finally grasped at a straw and naturally wouldn't give up easily. "Don't look down on me now, but... cough... I used to be in the upper class, and I'm still a member of the Asian American Women's Protection Association."

Chen Yisen thought this was a threat: "Ms. Zheng, I haven't done anything wrong. You requested a change of doctor this morning, and it's recorded in the system..."

"No, that's not what I meant." Amber Zheng was having some difficulty breathing, and she paused to catch her breath. "I know what that 'Community Health Advocacy' program is all about... cough cough... I'll tell you everything, that'll be enough to take down that female doctor."

Immediately afterward, without waiting for Chen Yisen's reply, he suddenly raised his voice slightly and said in fluent English, "Doctor, I need treatment, right here!"

Chen Yisen's breath hitched.

This woman is probably not entirely bragging.

Because she's really good at utilizing the details of the rules—

According to the documents signed in the morning, this homeless shelter was his temporary workplace for the day.

According to regulations, doctors in the NYC H+H system are not allowed to "pick patients" at their workplace.

You can suggest a referral or recommend other doctors.

However, if a patient clearly requests treatment, then it cannot be refused.

That's why he had been trying to guide Amber Jeong to Natalia.

However, the latter was clearly aware of this rule as well.

"Alright." With his escape route blocked, Chen Yisen could only try to appease him. "Let's go to the temporary observation area first. You'll need oxygen."

Then he turned to the receptionist and said, "Call over your nurses too, and prepare the oxygen concentrator."

The receptionist thought for a moment: "The oxygen concentrator hasn't been used in a long time; we might have to look for it."

"Then as soon as possible."

Amber Zheng calmed down a bit after seeing that Chen Yisen was willing to give her a referral.

In this situation, she also dared not offend the doctor too much.

Or at least we need to ease the tension.

Therefore, just as Chen Yisen put on gloves and a mask to get to work, Amber Zheng chose to keep his promise.

"Sanderson is seriously ill and will die soon..."

She spoke in a voice that only she and Chen Yisen could hear.