An American knife seller? No, please acknowledge me as your godfather.

Nine boxes!

As soon as Lynn finished speaking, the air in the entire warehouse seemed to freeze instantly.

Upon hearing this incredibly meager figure, Singh's previously expectant expression instantly darkened to the point of being almost dripping with water.

The henchmen around him, who had been relaxed and on guard, stopped what they were doing and stared at Lin with unfriendly expressions.

A malevolent and oppressive atmosphere quickly spread throughout the warehouse.

"Nine boxes?"

Suddenly, Singh, enraged, burst into laughter, slamming his hand on the table as he stood up, pointing at Lynn's nose and laughing in fury:

"Did you come here just to make fun of me? Nine Boxes! Open your eyes and take a good look at this warehouse behind me!"

"Nine boxes of that stuff wouldn't even make a ripple here! I never do that kind of time-wasting, low-end business!"

With a wave of his hand, Big Singh ruthlessly ordered them to leave: "Now! Take your men and get out of here!"

After saying that, he turned and left without even glancing at Lynn again.

He had made an exception and brought Lynn in because he thought Lynn had some guts and ability, since Lynn had managed to destroy the KK clinic.

I never expected him to be such a poor idiot who couldn't even afford ten boxes of goods. It's such a waste of his precious time!

Seeing that the negotiations were about to fall apart, Lynn quickly stood up and explained:

"Mr. Singh, this is just a transition period of one or two months for our clinic! After KK Clinic went bankrupt, all the low-end clients have moved to me."

"Once the funds start circulating, our future demand will definitely be much greater than that of KK Clinic!"

"Then come back to talk nonsense to me when you've made your fortune! Now, get out of here right now!" Big Singh said resolutely without turning his head, clearly not wanting to hear any more of this drivel.

Watching the other person's resolute back, Lynn's brows furrowed into a tight knot.

Is this first hopeful attempt to purchase goods going to end in complete failure in this way?

Without medicine, how can he use his medical skills to earn gratitude points?

"Ugh!!!"

Just at this critical moment, an extremely shrill and eerie scream suddenly came from not far away.

Immediately afterwards, a muffled thud was heard. An Indian man suddenly collapsed to the ground without warning, his body convulsing violently as if he had been electrocuted.

Its eyes rolled upwards wildly, large amounts of white foam kept gushing from its mouth, and it made a chilling hissing sound from its throat.

This sudden turn of events instantly caused a commotion at the scene.

"What's going on?!"

The man who was about to leave suddenly stopped, turned around, rushed into the crowd, and shouted angrily.

"Boss! It's Raj! His epilepsy has flared up again! This time it's worse than before!" a woman next to him screamed in terror.

"What the hell are you standing there for! Hurry up and give him the pill!" Big Singh roared.

"I...I can't find it! His special medicine isn't here! How can I not find it..."

A woman's terrified voice immediately rang out.

"I remember now, he finished eating today but hasn't gone to get it!"

"Quick, quick! Go find some! We have plenty of medicine here!"

"We're out of stock! This is for epilepsy! The target audience for this medication is too narrow!"

"..."

Instantly, chaos erupted at the scene, and the men were frantic.

As Raji lay on the ground, his convulsions grew weaker and weaker, his face turning a dangerous purplish-blue, as if he might die at any moment.

Just then, a glint of light flashed in Lynn's eyes!

Without hesitation, he pushed his way through the crowd in three quick strides, shouting, "Make way! I'll do it!"

"Clap clap clap!"

Before he could even get close, several dark gun barrels instantly turned and locked onto him.

Big Singh stared at Lynn, his face full of distrust: "You? You think you can save him? This is a severe epileptic seizure!"

"I'll give it a try. If he doesn't receive emergency intervention soon, he'll suffocate from lack of oxygen to the brain and die within a minute!"

Lynn met Big Singh's gaze without flinching, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Big Singh's brows were furrowed tightly as he stared at his underling on the ground, whose eyes were about to roll back in his head, and then looked at Lynn, who remained calm.

Finally, he gritted his teeth, abruptly waved his hand, and roared at his men holding the gun: "Put the gun down! Let him try!"

Then, Big Singh glared at Lynn and said coldly:

"Kid, you better pray you can save him! If you can, I'll stick with you through this exceptional deal of nine boxes of goods! If you can't, well..."

Lynn understood the meaning clearly even before he finished speaking.

If we can't save it, the business will be completely finished.

However, for him, who had just upgraded from general practitioner to specialist, there was no such thing as failure.

With Big Singh's permission, Lynn quickly crouched down to observe the patient's condition.

Meanwhile, Kane, standing to the side, resembled a cheetah poised to pounce.

His cold, sharp gaze swept back and forth across the surrounding shelves, cover, and the main entrance, his mind frantically calculating the best escape route.

Suddenly, he subtly shrugged his shoulders, twitched his forearm muscles, and discreetly tugged at his wide sleeve.

When I felt the cool metallic touch against my skin, I felt a little more at ease.

It was a miniature pistol hidden deep inside the sleeve using gaps in the muscles and special straps!

If the talks really break down today, he has to prepare for the worst.

Even if it means taking a few bullets, we must capture the leader first and smash Big Singh's head to cover the boss's retreat!

Just as Kane was on guard, Lynn had already begun to provide assistance.

Faced with Raj, who was foaming at the mouth and convulsing, Lynn remained calm and composed.

Without requesting any Western medical emergency equipment, he used both hands, his thumbs precisely pinching Raj's philtrum acupoint, while his other hand vigorously kneaded his Hegu acupoint.

"What is he doing? He's not even using a stethoscope?"

"Pinching the philtrum? What kind of witchcraft is that?"

The Indian-American youth and the Latino burly men who were watching looked at each other, their eyes filled with incomprehension and doubt.

Big Singh also frowned deeply, his expression not very pleasant.

Half a minute passed, and Raji's convulsions not only did not stop, but he suddenly felt nauseous.

"Wow!"

A large mouthful of foul-smelling, sticky filth mixed with white foam gushed out of Raj's mouth.

After the spraying, his face turned even more bluish-purple, as if he was about to suffocate.

"Fuck! What the hell did you do to him?!"

"Click click click!"

The crowd erupted instantly, and the gun barrels that had been lowered were raised again in unison.

Singh's expression darkened again.

"What's the panic!"

Lynn didn't even raise his head; his powerful aura completely suppressed the thugs present.

"No phlegm, no epilepsy! He's suffering from phlegm clouding his mind and obscuring his senses! Do you want to watch him suffocate until he vomits out the filth blocking his trachea and chest cavity?!"

With a sharp shout, Lynn moved with lightning speed, precisely pressing on Raj's Tanzhong acupoint on his chest.

Then, massage downwards, and finally press firmly on the Yongquan acupoint on the sole of the foot.

The movements were fluid and graceful, as if they had been practiced a thousand times.

A few seconds later, a miracle happened!

Within just a dozen seconds of vomiting, Raj's violently convulsing body miraculously calmed down.

The terrible hissing sound in his throat disappeared, and his chest began to heave violently as he greedily inhaled the fresh air.

Then, Raj slowly opened his bewildered eyes.

Although weak, he was clearly out of danger.

"Oh my god... she really came back to life?"

"My God, this is unbelievable..."

The henchmen around him stared in disbelief, their doubts and anger instantly transforming into unbelievable shock.

Several burly Latino men looked at Lynn with a hint of awe.

Lynn stood up, grabbed a few tissues, slowly wiped her hands, and looked at Big Singh, who was equally shocked:

"His life has been saved, but he still needs to take the special medicine on time. Today's treatment was just an emergency."

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

After a brief silence, Singh suddenly clapped his hands vigorously.

His face was once again filled with a warm smile, and the way he looked at Lynn was completely different:

"This is amazing! Is this the legendary Traditional Chinese Medicine? Sir, are you from Dongda University?"

"That's right." Lynn nodded calmly.

"Ah, what a magical country! I've always been fascinated by their ancient medical practices; I definitely want to visit and see it for myself someday!"

Singh changed his expression very quickly and was lavish in his praise.

Lynn maintained a polite smile on the surface, but couldn't help but complain inwardly.

You'd better not go; the water at Tokyo University doesn't have that many elements of the periodic table.

My stomach, which grew up by the Ganges River, might not adapt well to the new environment.

Big Singh stepped forward and patted Lynn on the shoulder:

"Doctor, you've truly impressed me today! I, Singh, deeply respect capable people! I will keep my promise; nine boxes of goods, I agree!"

"Furthermore, the price doesn't need to be half; it's only one-third of the original price of the genuine drug!"

For him, this concession was nothing; he was simply attracted by Lynn's superb medical skills.

For this little money, you can befriend a genuine traditional Chinese medicine doctor; it's an incredibly good deal.

He had always known about traditional Chinese medicine, but had never been exposed to it.

I've only ever been exposed to massage and acupuncture before, so today was quite an eye-opener.

"Thank you very much."

Lynn secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the process was full of twists and turns, we finally got the goods, and the price was even lower than expected.

Big Singh rubbed his hands together, adding with a hint of apology:

"However, you probably won't be able to take the medicine today. You're too small a place, so I can only get some from a few of the smaller warehouses downstairs."

"Just come pick it up from me tomorrow afternoon, okay?"

"No problem," Lynn readily agreed, as long as she could get the medicine.

Having achieved his goal, Lynn was unwilling to linger any longer and immediately took his leave.

"In that case, we'll take our leave now. See you tomorrow."

"Of course!" Big Singh clapped his hands heartily.

The henchman in charge of the body search immediately jogged over and presented the two men with both hands, looking quite pretentious.

Kane took it expressionlessly, his fingers flying across the keyboard with professional-looking movements, and in less than two seconds he quickly rearmed the weapon.

His professional movements caught Singh's attention.

"I won't see you off, see you later!" Big Singh waved.

Lynn smiled and, under the watchful eyes of Big Singh and his men, led Kane out of the warehouse at a leisurely pace.

As soon as the two figures disappeared completely from the warehouse, the smile on Big Singh's face vanished instantly, replaced by a cold expression.

"Go, investigate these two people thoroughly!"

Although I felt that the two people were quite skilled in both martial arts and medicine, there shouldn't be any major problems.

But years of cautious experience, honed by the dangers of life, led him to habitually issue this order.

"Boss, do you suspect... they're cops?" the underling asked cautiously as he approached.

"A cop?" Big Singh sneered dismissively.

"As long as they aren't those persistent mad dogs like the DEA (Drug Enforcement Agency), FDA (Food and Drug Administration), or FBI (Federal Bureau of Investigation), it's not a big problem."

"Even if they are cops who have committed crimes outside, as long as there is money to be made, I, Singh, am willing to do business with them!"

……

At the same time.

Lynn and Kane finally emerged from the narrow alley and stepped back onto the sunny 11th Avenue main street.

The moment Lynn stepped onto the main road, she let out a barely perceptible sigh of relief.

Only now did he feel completely at ease.

To be honest, I was really nervous having a dozen automatic rifles pointed at my head in the warehouse just now.

The Singh brothers have a much stronger foundation than that slippery Mark claims!

After a pause, Lynn turned to Kane and shrugged. "What do you think?"

Kane frowned deeply, his face expressionless.

After a few seconds of silence, he said coldly:

"I have noted down all the blind spots in their surveillance cameras and the locations of the load-bearing pillars inside the warehouse, assuming that there is a full set of tactical equipment and sufficient spare magazines."

"Just give me three more assault teammate of the same level, and I'm confident I can launch a crossfire assault within five minutes and wipe them out, including Big Singh!"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Lynn stopped abruptly, completely stunned.

He was asking about Kane's feelings just now.

Who would have thought that this bastard was actually plotting how to wipe them out completely!

"What's wrong, Boss? Is there a flaw in my tactical plan?"

Kane saw Lynn standing there in a daze and scratched his head in confusion.

"It's nothing..."

Lynn chuckled and patted Kane on the back: "The tactics were perfect, but the result was good. We don't need to go on a killing spree for now."

Then, Lynn raised his hand and glanced at his watch; the hour hand was already approaching five in the afternoon.

Seeing this, Lynn immediately waved her hand: "Alright, you've worked hard today. You should go back and rest. I should go back and relax too."

As Lynn gazed at the setting sun in the distance, the image of little Katie's youthful face involuntarily came to mind.

The saying goes, "once you've tasted the marrow, you'll know the flavor." Katie's youthful yet vibrant energy was something that the mature and voluptuous Mrs. Hill could never provide.

Moreover, as the saying goes, jade cannot become a useful object without being carved, and a person cannot become a useful object without being trained.

Katie is still a novice and needs more guidance from him, the driver.

Especially considering the other party's solid dance skills, they are practically a Confucian saint!

It seems that he has come up with some extremely challenging new pose in his mind.

Lynn couldn't help but smile slightly, and her steps became a little lighter.

……