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

"General practice? Beginner level?"

Lynn's expression suddenly froze.

Before he could react, his head suddenly buzzed.

It felt as if countless tiny electric currents were coursing through my nerves and into my brain.

Immediately afterwards, a massive amount of medical knowledge flooded into my mind.

Musculoskeletal system, skin and nerves, digestive system and blood vessels, drug principles and knowledge, standard first aid procedures, etc...

Like the transmission of martial arts skills in martial arts novels, a large amount of medical knowledge was forcibly instilled into the depths of his memory.

Although it's just basic principles and experience.

But it's no exaggeration to say...

The knowledge Lynn gained in that brief moment was almost equivalent to a lifetime for an average medical student.

"this……"

Lynn raised an eyebrow as he felt the medical knowledge suddenly flooding into his mind.

I wasn't exactly excited, but I wasn't disappointed either.

He had thought that the survival skills he would draw would be those that were good for finding bargains and making unexpected money.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be general medicine.

"It seems this body has a strong attachment to medicine."

Remembering what the original owner had gone through, Lynn quickly felt relieved.

Getting General Medicine as the first survival skill is quite reasonable.

As her thoughts continued to wander, Lynn's eyes gradually brightened.

Upon careful consideration, basic general practice skills are a very useful survival skill.

With this medical knowledge, at the very least one could become an unlicensed doctor.

Thanks to America's ugly commercial health insurance system.

Many undocumented immigrants and people from the lower classes who are on the verge of being killed have no access to healthcare.

The huge demand gave rise to the special profession of unlicensed doctors.

Even employees of companies that regularly pay medical insurance may occasionally have the experience of seeing unlicensed doctors.

With waiting times often lasting six months and rejection rates as high as 80%, it's not something most people can handle.

Therefore, unlicensed doctors in America never have to worry about finding customers.

Another advantage of being an unlicensed doctor is that almost no one will owe you money.

There was no medical dispute.

Aside from not being officially recognized, it's far better than working as a dishwasher.

"Lin? Lin? Are you listening?"

Seeing Lynn suddenly freeze, the lecturer waved his hand.

"I'm listening."

Composing himself, Lynn casually asked, "What are your plans next? To continue working here?"

"No!"

The lecturer shook his head seriously: "I've figured it out. There's no future in working for someone else; you'll never get ahead. I've decided to make vlogs full-time. The videos have been getting a good response lately, and I want to give it a shot!"

As he spoke, a deep longing was suppressed in the lecturer's eyes.

"I believe you can succeed." Lynn nodded in agreement.

The next time we meet, the lecturer may have already transformed into his complete form.

"Thank you, Lin! I will definitely succeed!"

The instructor, feeling appreciated, nodded repeatedly. After a pause, he asked, "And what about you? What are your next steps?"

Let's rest first and then make plans.

It was getting late, and he planned to go back to his attic to make more careful plans.

"I believe you will definitely succeed; I have a feeling it."

Considering Lynn's earlier performance, the lecturer spoke seriously.

"Hehe, then I'll take your kind words." Lynn smiled faintly.

"Let's go, or we'll be in trouble if the police come."

The lecturer sighed as he glanced at the messy restaurant entrance.

"Leave? No rush, this isn't over yet."

Lynn pulled out her phone from her back pocket and dialed a number while the lecturer looked on in confusion:

"Hey, I want to report that Jack Ma Honey Seafood Restaurant has been employing illegal workers for a long time and has been evading taxes by using cash transactions... Oh, you're welcome, it's the duty of an American citizen."

After hanging up the phone, Lynn's expression remained unchanged, as if she had just completed an ordinary little task.

"That was ruthless, bro! Lin, you're awesome!"

The lecturer's mouth was agape in an "O" shape, and his eyes were wide open as if they might pop out of their sockets at any moment.

In the United States, the IRS (Internal Revenue Service) is an absolutely fearsome entity.

In most people's eyes, it is even more terrifying than the police station.

On the street, if someone robs a convenience store and the amount is small, the police are too lazy to chase after them.

Even if you sell contraband on the dark web, a good lawyer can help you get probation.

But once you're caught evading taxes, the IRS will thoroughly investigate your bank statements from the past ten years and eventually send you to federal prison!

Being targeted by the IRS (Internal Revenue Service), which has its own independent force, means you'll be severely punished, if not killed.

After learning that Lynn's call was to the IRS (Internal Revenue Service), he knew that Jack Ma was completely finished!

"hehe."

Lynn smiled faintly, his hands in his pockets, glancing around as if waiting for something.

next moment.

Beep! Beep!

The piercing alarm sounded as it approached.

Ambulances with red and blue beams sped through the streets.

With a screeching sound of brakes, the car came to a steady stop beside the lecturer.

wow——

The car door was pushed open forcefully, and four burly caregivers in white coats rushed into Jack Ma Restaurant carrying a stretcher.

in situ.

The lecturer stood frozen in place, like a sculpture eroded by the wind.

Gudong~

A few seconds later, the lecturer swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, and felt a buzzing in his head.

Where did the ambulance come from?

How did an ambulance end up there...?

As if remembering something, the lecturer suddenly looked up at Lynn.

The hairs on my back stood on end, and it felt like tiny needles were pricking my pores, giving my scalp a tingling sensation!

As a certain possibility came to mind, his voice began to tremble: "Lin? Could this be...?"

"Jack Ma was my former boss, after all. If the boss breaks his leg, it's only natural for me to call 911 for him, isn't it?"

A warm smile spread across Lynn's face.

But to the lecturer, that smile was more terrifying than the devil.

At the University of Tokyo, calling an ambulance for someone can indeed be a lifesaver.

But in America, ambulances are hell trains that lead to the abyss!

First of all, the Seattle ambulance dispatch fee is $2500, and it increases by $30 for every additional 20 miles of distance, with no upper limit!

This is just one of the costs.

What followed was a $3,000 emergency room registration fee.

This involves a complete set of procedures, including X-rays, anesthesia, orthopedic surgery, ICU, and ventilators.

The total bill came to around $50,000!

This is why many Americans, even when they are already incapacitated, are terrified and run away at the mere mention of needing help calling an ambulance.

You can barely survive if you get sick, but once you're in an ambulance, you're really going to be killed!

Thinking of this, the lecturer's brow twitched rapidly.

To be honest, I'm starting to feel sorry for Jack Ma.

Why did you have to mess with Lynn?

That's good now.

IRS (Inland Revenue Service) plus the deadly 911.

Even if we sold this seafood restaurant and added all our savings, it probably wouldn't be enough to cover this hole!

"I didn't call 911! It wasn't me! Don't lift me up, I'm fine! I'm not going to the hospital!"

"Put me down! No! No! I... Harbourview Medical Centre isn't on my health insurance list!"

Jack's desperate howls suddenly rang out.

It was much worse than before.

The lecturer was terrified, his heart pounding.

"I'm leaving now, see you later."

Having finished his business, Lynn waved his hand and didn't linger any longer.

"Lin!"

The lecturer's voice came from behind.

Lynn stopped and glanced sideways.

call--

Taking a deep breath, the lecturer's voice trembled, but this time it was one of excitement:

"Lin, you're a monster, a born villain! You're absolutely going to succeed!"

The lecturer, his face flushed, brandished his fist and yelled, "Fuck America! Fuck Seattle!"

"I will."

Lynn chuckled softly and turned around.

His figure gradually disappeared into the darkness.