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

Not long after.

Mike lifted the curtain and strode towards Lynn, flashing a bright white smile:

"Boss, everything has been taken care of."

"I bet that after that kid's exhaust pipe tonight, it'll be wide enough to fit a nuclear-powered aircraft carrier!"

As if thinking about the tattooed man's fate, Mike couldn't help but shudder.

"Um."

Lynn didn't even lift his eyelids.

To him, it was just a trivial matter.

"Just say what you have to say."

Out of the corner of her eye, Lynn noticed that Mike looked like he wanted to say something but hesitated, and she raised her eyelids slightly.

"Yes, Boss!"

Mike shuddered and quickly stepped forward, lowering his voice: "The second customer has arrived."

After saying that, he quickly explained, "Don't worry, there's absolutely no problem! His name is John, and he lives in a campervan in the next block."

"I heard he's a construction worker with a wife and two children to support."

"Furthermore, I have thoroughly searched his body and found no hidden dangers."

After a pause, Mike added, "Besides taking a few boosters, of course, this poor guy only takes boosters for work."

Working while taking enhancement agents?

Lynn's cheek twitched almost imperceptibly.

Mike's words sounded utterly absurd.

But in America, this messed-up society, the reality is bloody and cruel.

Given the strict control of antibiotics and the fact that the average medical treatment process takes as long as six months.

If you get sick, you'll almost always need to take supplements.

Without these damn things, most people at the bottom of society wouldn't even make it to the day they see a doctor.

If it's just a mild pain condition.

Taking some cheap ibuprofen, which is not very addictive, can barely keep you going.

However, if the illness is acute or the trauma severely affects mobility.

That ibuprofen is no different from eating candy.

Only high doses of fentanyl and oxcontin can be administered.

Especially for low-level workers like construction workers who rely solely on selling their physical labor.

If I get sick, I simply can't handle the heavy workload without taking fentanyl.

Do you need to take leave?

Do not make jokes.

Under the awful weekly pay system, as long as you dare to take a day off...

That means the unscrupulous boss will deduct almost half of your week's salary!

Take a day off!

This means the whole family will have to go hungry for the next week.

In order to avoid hunger and to survive.

These workers can only be like reinforcing agents, pushing their life force to its limits.

Until the day my body completely collapses and I can no longer hold on.

Ultimately, it was swept into the slum sewers like garbage.

It's a vicious cycle that's practically a perfect closed loop.

"Let him in."

Suppressing his chaotic thoughts and calming his mind, Lynn spoke calmly.

"Okay, Boss."

Mike nodded respectfully, turned around, and quickly left the tent.

Less than three minutes.

Accompanied by a series of heavy, dragging footsteps.

Mike led John, a white man, inside.

Lynn frowned slightly after just one glance.

John was very tall, probably over 1.9 meters, but he was hunched over.

His skin had a sickly pallor, as if he had never seen the sun.

His chest cavity was deeply sunken, making him look like a skeleton covered in human skin.

He walks with a limp, seemingly suffering from severe gout or joint damage.

Worse.

At this moment, his face was flushed an abnormally, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat the size of soybeans.

My whole body was trembling slightly, which I couldn't control.

Clearly, he was running a dangerously high fever.

"John, this is Mr. Lin. Say hello."

Mike stood firmly behind Lynn, arms crossed.

Although Lynn had just displayed his formidable strength, as the Boss's top bodyguard, he had to make his stance clear.

"Hello, Mr. Lin... Mr. Lin."

John's voice was terribly hoarse, as if it had been doused with concentrated sulfuric acid, and had a rough, abrasive quality, like sandpaper being rubbed.

"To treat a fever?"

Lynn looked him up and down and cut to the chase: "Your whole body aches, your joints ache, and you're experiencing mild hallucinations and dehydration?"

Upon hearing this, John's eyes instantly lit up with a survival glint!

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes! All correct!"

John nodded frantically, his cloudy eyes suddenly lighting up: "Miracle doctor! You really are a miracle doctor!"

"How much do you weigh?" Lynn asked expressionlessly.

Let alone his comprehensive medical skills, any mother from the University of Tokyo could tell that.

"Big... about 120 pounds," John quickly replied.

Lin En immediately calculated that it weighed less than 110 pounds.

For John's height, that weight is practically skin and bones.

"Take it."

Lynn turned around, picked up a few strips of capsules without any packaging, and casually tossed them onto the table:

"Take two pills three times a day, with warm water after meals. Three consecutive days should be sufficient."

Asking about his weight doesn't mean you're concerned about his nutritional status.

Rather, it's for the purpose of accurately calculating the dosage of veterinary antibiotics.

These capsules contain highly pure amoxicillin for pets.

"Thank you! Thank you so much, Mr. Lin! God bless you!"

John clutched the capsules in his hand as if they were a priceless treasure, his eyes reddening as he repeatedly expressed his gratitude.

However, after receiving the medicine, John did not immediately turn around and leave.

It remained rooted to the spot, struggling as if it had some unspeakable secret.

"Um?"

Lynn asked in a nasal tone, sounding puzzled.

Mike behind him instantly became alert!

He immediately stepped forward, ready to strike at any moment.

"No! It's a misunderstanding! A misunderstanding!"

Sensing something was wrong, John trembled and frantically raised his hands.

"Mr. Lin, I meant no harm!"

John gritted his teeth, as if making a tremendous decision: "I... I just wanted to know, could you also treat this for me while you're at it..."

As he spoke, John stretched out his trembling hands and pulled open his tattered shirt, which was covered in cement dust.

Then, she slowly untied the cheap white gauze that was wrapped around her lower abdomen, which had been completely stained yellow and black.

stab-

The moment the gauze was removed.

A nauseating, pungent stench permeated the cramped tent.

hiss……

The moment Lynn saw the horrific wound on John's lower abdomen, his pupils suddenly contracted into holes!

John had a bloody hole in his lower abdomen that was the size of a baby's fist!

The skin and flesh around the wound had turned completely black and appeared to be necrotic.

Thick, yellowish-green pus mixed with blood continued to seep out.

What's even more chilling is...

Through that terrifying hole, you could even vaguely see the lining membranes of the internal organs writhing wildly inside.

This is absolutely a fatal penetrating wound!

"What happened?" Lynn's brows were furrowed into a knot.

"A few days ago, while I was working on the construction site... the scaffolding collapsed."

John wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his voice almost numb: "Then I accidentally got pierced through the stomach by a rusty piece of rebar."

Having said that, he raised his head, a glimmer of hope flashing in his bloodshot eyes:

"Mr. Lin, could you... sew this up for me?"

Lynn remained silent for a moment.

He immediately shook his head decisively: "Your injury is too serious. It's already severely infected. You must go to the emergency room of a proper hospital immediately."

"General anesthesia is required for deep debridement, and at least half a month of rest is needed after removing the necrotic and infected tissue."

"This is just a small clinic, not God's emergency center. I can't do anything about cleaning this level of penetrating wound."

Lynn did not lie to him.

Basic general practice skills are sufficient for treating colds and fevers, dislocations and bone setting, or minor knife wound suturing.

Faced with this kind of severe, penetrating wound that has reached deep into the internal organs and could lead to sepsis at any time.

My basic medical skills are not yet sufficient.

Take a thousand steps back.

Even if he now possesses intermediate or even advanced medical skills.

In the current environment, forcibly performing surgery would only lead to certain death.

Although he was an unlicensed doctor, he was not an executioner.

If it can't be cured, it can't be cured.

He would never touch a job that would inevitably lead to death on the operating table, lest he get himself into trouble.

Upon hearing the word "hospital".

John's face, which had just held a glimmer of hope, instantly turned ashen, and he was completely enveloped in despair.

Go to the hospital?

The exorbitant ambulance and surgery fees are so high that it would be better to just let him die.

"I...I understand."

John, his face full of bitterness, silently pulled the tattered, foul-smelling garment back up.

stunned for a moment.

His cloudy gaze froze, fixed on the secondhand medicine cabinet behind Lynn.

To be precise.

They had their eyes on the top shelf of the medicine cabinet, on that row of potent enhancers!

"Gulp."

John swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"Then... Mr. Lin, since it can't be cured..."

John pleaded, his humility bordering on begging: "Could you... sell me a few bottles of the 'enhancer' at a discount? Any kind will do, as long as it relieves the pain!"

"I'm about to run out of the medicine I have on hand."

"Without medicine... I won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow, let alone go to the construction site to carry cement."

Lynn didn't answer immediately, squinting at John and speaking in a low voice:

"You need to rest now. With this level of infection, how can you continue to work at such a high intensity? You'll die on the construction site in a week at most, without even a complete body."

"I know! Of course I know!"

John suddenly broke down, clutching his messy head and screaming in anguish, "But what can I do?!"

"If I stop for even a day, or even just one day, my whole family will go hungry!"

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the ground, and suddenly he uttered a chilling sentence:

"And... my wife is about to give birth, her belly is already very big."

"In this weather, it's really inconvenient for her to go out and entertain customers."

……