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

At nine o'clock in the morning, the sun in Seattle was already high in the sky.

Golden rays pierced through the thin white clouds, scattering like broken gold across the straight asphalt road and the shimmering sea in the distance.

With the sea breeze blowing and the days peaceful, the scene does indeed have a touch of the American style that has been praised in "Yilin" magazine for many years.

9:10.

But when Lynn arrived in the slums right on time with a back seat full of cheap liquor and cigarettes.

The so-called beautiful filter was instantly shattered by the stains and vomit all over the floor.

As the old saying goes, Lynn has never been a stingy person and has always believed that money can make money.

Now that the underground clinic business is on track and they have completely escaped poverty, their pockets are gradually getting fuller.

Therefore, the amount of tobacco and alcohol he brought to these homeless people each day also increased.

As it turned out, this investment was absolutely worthwhile.

These inexpensive supplies not only brought him a daily increase in "gratitude" points, but also earned him the heartfelt respect of these homeless people on the streets.

Sure enough, as soon as his dilapidated Camry turned into the street, the eyes of the homeless people who had been lying haphazardly on the roadside like zombies lit up instantly.

They all straightened their backs as if they had been injected with chicken blood, and bowed and greeted the people in the car.

The expression on his face was even more affectionate than when he saw his own father!

This is by no means an exaggeration.

The majority of those homeless in this neighborhood are Black, and many of them have never even known how to spell the word "father," let alone fulfill any filial obligations.

Lynn's daily delivery of cigarettes and alcohol, in a way, has surpassed that of their biological father.

This respect comes from the bottom of my heart.

Occasionally, a new face who has just wandered into this neighborhood will lie blankly on the cardboard without getting up.

This often immediately provokes a heavy punch and a barrage of angry curses from a seasoned homeless person nearby:

"Fuck! Get up and greet Mr. Lin right now, you blind, rude idiot!"

Lynn rolled down the car window, rested one hand on the steering wheel, and nodded calmly out the window.

To be honest, it's quite fulfilling to be surrounded by people like a savior.

Just then, the familiar, semi-transparent text in front of my retina began to refresh continuously:

[Respect +1]

[Respect +1]

[Respect +1]

……

Watching the emotion value constantly jumping at the edge of his vision, Lynn couldn't help but click his tongue.

Goodness, that's rare! The emotion of [respect] has actually reappeared. That's really not easy.

Of the emotions currently activated in the system, gratitude is the easiest to obtain, while respect is consistently the least produced and the most difficult to acquire.

Lynn blinked, his thoughts drifting.

If you max out the [Respect] attribute, which is so difficult to obtain, what kind of overpowered skill will you get?

Could it be that I might draw a "Tavern Speech Bonus" and go straight to running for President of the United States with sparks and lightning?

"Boss! Boss!"

Just as Lynn was lost in thought, a loud and energetic, raspy voice interrupted his thoughts.

Upon hearing this, Lynn's lips curled into a smile.

Who else could it be? Of course, it's his own Zuo Qinglong, no, Zuo Heilong Mike!

Mike, panting like a black bear, ran to the car window, grinning to reveal a set of dazzlingly white teeth against his dark skin, his face full of fawning:

"Boss, why are you here so early today! You didn't even let me know beforehand so I could have cleared the way for you!"

"There's no need for that."

Lynn casually stubbed out his cigarette and waved to the back seat: "Same as always, distribute the supplies."

"Alright! Leave it to me, you can absolutely trust me to handle things!"

Mike rubbed his large hands together excitedly, his face crinkling with laughter.

He loves distributing supplies the most. Being appointed by the BOSS to be fully responsible for distributing supplies is a sign of high regard for him!

In addition, each time he distributed supplies on behalf of Lynn, he could elevate his status among the homeless community in this neighborhood.

Mike effortlessly lifted two large bags of heavy supplies with one hand and turned to reorganize the team, but he was stopped by Lynn after taking only a few steps.

"Wait, why isn't Kane here?"

Before he could react, Lynn realized that the Black Dragon on the left had arrived, but the White Tiger on the right was nowhere to be seen.

"Oh, you mean that sickly fellow who coughs like a broken bellows?"

Mike blinked and shrugged innocently. "I don't know. We haven't seen anyone yet. Maybe they overslept under some bridge."

Although Mike tried his best to hide it when he said this, he still had a gloating smile on his face.

Kane's sharp performance yesterday made him feel a strong sense of crisis. Now, seeing his competitor make a mistake made him feel even more satisfied than if he had smoked the best tea leaves.

"oh."

Lynn's eyes were deep and showed no emotion: "Go do your thing."

Maybe I overslept.

"Alright!" McCree turned and left decisively, striding towards the group of homeless people.

Watching Mike's burly figure disappear into the distance, Lynn leaned back comfortably in the driver's seat.

Well, it's time for the pleasant harvest of gratitude points again.

Having gone through so many distributions of supplies, Mike was already quite adept at it.

In less than ten minutes, he transformed the chaotic queue into an orderly line using his fists and roars.

As Mike's signature gruff voice faded, the homeless men accepted the cheap alcohol and cigarettes, and cries of praise and gratitude erupted one after another like a tidal wave.

"Oh, merciful God, Mr. Lin is absolutely a true savior, a hundred times greater than those priests in church who only ask for donations!"

"May the Lord bless you forever, Lin! Even my own mother has never bought me a single bottle of whiskey this potent!"

"Good heavens, if Mr. Lin were to run for mayor of Seattle, I swear I would wash my stinky feet clean and crawl to the polling station to cast my vote for him!"

"You are the only light in the lives of us rats in the gutter! Praise be to Lynn!"

"..."

[Thanksgiving +5]

[Thanksgiving +6]

[Thanksgiving +6]

……

As Lynn watched the rapidly increasing emotional value in his field of vision, the smile on his lips grew even wider.

A few minutes later, he summoned the system panel on a whim.

[Host] Lynn

【Age】30 years old

Height: 183cm

【Weight*61kg

【已解锁情绪】感恩 LV2（230/300）、愤怒 LV0（20/100）、恐惧 LV1（40/200）、 敌意 LV0（35/100）、爱慕 LV0（90/100、）尊敬 LV0（20/100）

[Skills] General Medical Skills (Intermediate), Street Fighting (Beginner)

Lynn's gaze swept directly to the "Gratitude" section, and a satisfied expression appeared on his face.

The progress is still very encouraging. Yesterday it was around 150 points, and today it has soared to 230. It is very close to reaching LV3.

Lynn's gaze continued downwards, focusing on the [Affection] value, which was as high as 90 points.

"Only ten more points to level up..." Lynn stroked his chin, a burning glint in his eyes.

If I'm not mistaken, all I need to do is go back and have a deep conversation with Mrs. Hill in the bedroom, and unlock a few new positions. Those ten points of affection will be a piece of cake.

Thinking of the pristine white wedding dress that was stretched to the point of bursting last night, Lynn felt a surge of heat in her lower abdomen.

I wonder if I'll be able to draw some indescribably powerful skills after upgrading [Adoration]?

What about the Vajra Poison Dragon or the Invincible Wind and Fire Wheel?

"Clatter!"

"I lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled a perfect long drag," Lynn murmured to himself, squinting his eyes. "The future looks promising..."

After taking a few greedy puffs, Lynn glanced out the window, then opened the car door and got out, casually straightening his shirt collar.

Well, it's time to get back to work.

At the same time, Mike's boastful voice came from the front:

"Boss, all the supplies have been distributed! And those unlucky bastards are already lined up outside your tent!"

……

In front of the medical tent.

"Good job, well done."

Seeing that the line in front of the tent was a third longer than yesterday, Lynn patted Mike on the shoulder with satisfaction.

Mike, who is nearly two meters tall, immediately and very considerately bent down after realizing Lynn's movement, offering his shoulder to Lynn's hand, his words as sweet as honey:

"It's all I should do, Boss! Just say the word, and I guarantee tomorrow's line will be even longer than today's!"

Lynn raised an eyebrow, feeling increasingly satisfied.

As expected of my own Zuo Heilong protector, he has both the ruthlessness of the streets and the ability to flatter. He's a real talent!

"Work has started."

Lynn gathered her thoughts, lifted the curtain, and stepped into the medical tent filled with the smell of disinfectant.

Mike immediately followed him inside, standing like an iron tower behind Lynn as her bodyguard.

Since that sickly Kane isn't here, there's no one to compete with him for this performance opportunity today.

After changing into a spotless white coat, Lynn sat down at the folding table with an air of authority and quickly began today's consultations.

It has been proven that one should never underestimate the limited medical knowledge of homeless people on the streets.

The first patient to come in gave Lynn a bit of a headache.

"Doc, I was bitten on the arm by a stray dog ​​last week, and it's been oozing green fluid lately. Can I just wash it with whiskey to disinfect it?"

A middle-aged white homeless man, reeking of sour stench, rushed into the tent, rolling up his sleeve to reveal a festering arm.

Lynn glanced at the deep, bone-revealing, blackened, and foul-smelling wound, raising an eyebrow: "Of course, provided you want to spend the rest of your life practicing wiping your butt with your left hand."

"This..." The homeless man was dumbfounded.

"This is severe tissue necrosis and purulent infection. Whiskey won't save your dog's life."

Lynn acted with extreme decisiveness, grabbing a scalpel and iodine: "Mike, hold him down. I'm going to cut him open and drain the pus right now. If you don't want to die, bite down on this tattered towel and don't yell and disturb my ears."

"Ah!!! Hiss!!!!"

"Next!"

"Mr. Lin, my 'little brother' has been acting like it's on fire when he urinates lately, and it keeps dripping a yellow liquid. Could it be...did he catch a cold because he wasn't covered with a blanket last night?"

A young Black man with dreadlocks sat down awkwardly, clutching his lower body with a pained expression.

"Congratulations, your 'little brother' not only didn't catch a cold, but it also attended a lively party. It's gonorrhea, most likely a gift from that prostitute you picked up behind some trash can yesterday for ten dollars."

Lynn looked at the other person as if they were an idiot.

"Huh? What should we do then?" The young man was shocked.

"Two large doses of penicillin."

Lynn didn't even look up: "Also, keep your hands to yourself lately, don't touch it randomly, unless you want your fingers to rot too. Next!"

"Doc! I swear, I just tripped and fell, landing right on a syringe! But now my heart is pounding like a pile driver, am I having a heart attack?"

"You fell right into a syringe that was just filled with high-purity methamphetamine? It's a shame you don't buy a lottery ticket with that kind of luck. Your heart is perfectly fine, it's just that your brain is about to be burned into a pot of boiling dog shit by drugs."

Lynn waved his hand: "Go drink two bellyfuls of cold water from that bucket over there, then go back to the alley and take a nap. You won't die from a heart attack, only from a drug overdose! Next!"

Immediately afterwards, an old man who had lost half a tooth approached and pleaded pitifully:

"Boss Lin, could you prescribe some strong painkillers for me? My tooth is hurting so badly I can't chew my cocaine pills at all..."

"This is a clinic that treats the sick and saves lives, not a charity that sponsors your drug use."

Lynn coldly interrupted him, pointing to the pliers beside her: "No painkillers, but we can pull your tooth. Do you want it pulled or not? If not, get lost."

……

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

"God bless you!"

As patients left the tents one by one, filled with gratitude or relief at surviving a near-death experience, the gratitude level continued to rise.

[Thanksgiving +8]

[Thanksgiving +7]

[Thanksgiving +8]

……

Seeing the constantly updated numbers, Lynn's motivation was off the charts.

These are all real gratitude points and green US dollars!

With this in mind, he didn't even rest or drink water, and just kept working hard.

Suturing, cleaning, injections, and medication were all done smoothly and efficiently, and they worked until noon.

It was approaching one o'clock in the afternoon.

"Next!"

Lynn shouted mechanically, but received no response for a long time.

Mike strode out quickly, glanced around, then turned back with a grin and said, "Boss, everyone's seen it! There's no more queue outside!"

"Finished?"

Upon hearing this, Lynn let out a long sigh of relief, and his tense shoulders slumped.

Today was definitely much more tiring than yesterday, not only because of the surge in the number of patients, but also because today's patients were much more troublesome than yesterday's.

If it weren't for upgrading general practice skills to intermediate level, it would really take a lot of effort.

"Clatter".

He lit a Marlboro for himself and casually tossed the remaining half pack of cigarettes to Mike.

Mike caught it as if it were a treasure, grinning from ear to ear.

After taking two deep drags of his cigarette, the nicotine helped to clear his tired mind a little.

At this moment, Lynn seemed to suddenly remember something, and with a thought, he opened the system panel again.

* Gratitude LV2 (290/300)

Upon seeing this number, Lynn's lips twitched uncontrollably twice.

Good heavens! Just 10 points away from leveling up!

He really didn't know whether he was lucky or unlucky today.

As someone with a slight case of OCD, seeing this number is incredibly irritating; my subconscious urge is to round it up.

"Is there really no one left?" Lynn raised her head, unwilling to give up, and looked at Mike with a deep gaze.

Mike felt uneasy under that gaze, blinked his bull-like eyes, and quickly patted his chest to assure everyone, "There really isn't a boss anymore. I've even checked all the street corners around here; there isn't a single extra dog!"

"Oh……"

Lynn didn't say much, but her tone revealed a hint of disappointment and frustration.

But at that moment, outside the previously quiet tent, a sudden burst of extremely noisy and chaotic footsteps and clattering sounds came, as if someone had stumbled into the camp.

At the same time, a familiar and excited voice pierced through from outside the tent:

"BOSS! Cough cough cough... BOSS, I'm here!"

Lynn's eyes lit up the moment he heard the voice.

It's Kane!

It's Kane, the White Tiger, who's been absent for the entire morning!

……