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

"Boss! Boss!"

With a series of extremely rapid and heavy breaths, Kane, whose face was still slightly pale, strode into the medical tent.

Without even glancing at Mike, who stood there like an iron tower, his deep gaze instantly locked onto Lynn.

Immediately afterwards, a bright smile bloomed on that usually stern face:

"They're here! They're all here!"

Upon hearing this, both Lynn and Mike were completely dumbfounded.

The two exchanged a glance, completely baffled by Kane's cryptic explanation.

What's here?

Mike frowned, and snapped gruffly, "FUCK! What are you talking about? Spit it out, are you on your period?"

Kane rolled his eyes, speechless, too lazy to waste words with this big, dark guy. He immediately stood up, yanked open the heavy tent flap, and shouted, "Look!"

Lynn and Mike followed suit.

"Holy Crap! What the f... Are you fucking kidding me?"

Mike's eyes immediately widened, his bloodshot eyeballs looking as if they could pop out of their sockets at any moment.

As far as the eye could see, the open space outside the tents was densely packed with long queues, stretching as far as the eye could see!

The group included men and women, young and old, with a mix of skin tones of black, white, and gray, but without exception, they all had the same sickly, sallow complexion.

In this neighborhood, besides patients queuing for medical treatment, who else could be there?

"this……"

Looking at the huge number of patients outside the tent, Lynn was stunned for a moment, then his dark eyes flashed with a brilliant light!

The first thought that popped into my head was, this is fucking timely!

My second thought was that today's general practice skills could finally reach an advanced level.

A quick glance revealed that the number of patients in front of them was more than double the number from the morning!

Thinking of this, Lynn gave Kane a very approving look without hesitation.

It turns out that his right White Tiger hadn't overslept at all; it had gone out to attract customers... no, it had gone out to recruit patients!

As expected of the talent I spotted at first glance, their execution is simply top-notch.

"How...how did you do that?" Mike, regaining his senses, stared at Kane without blinking, his rough voice stammering.

At this moment, alarm bells were ringing wildly in his mind.

He had already discovered that the number of patients Kane brought had given him an overwhelming advantage...

Thinking about this, a familiar sense of crisis surged into my heart again.

Kane initially didn't want to respond, but noticing Lynn's questioning gaze, he immediately softened his tone, scratched his head, and smiled shyly.

"Actually, I didn't do anything special. After I got back yesterday, I wandered around a few neighborhoods and streets and promoted your medical skills. I didn't expect the effect to be so exaggerated."

As he spoke, Kane unconsciously wiggled his leg, the one that had almost become a limp:

"Perhaps it's because the homeless people and gangsters in the neighborhood all knew about my leg problem, and seeing that I miraculously recovered made them more credible."

After saying that, Kane glanced at Mike out of the corner of his eye without making a sound.

Although he had ignored the big black man, he hadn't forgotten the man's smug and boastful manner.

He could clearly sense Mike's hostility towards him, but he didn't care at all.

His survival rule is that whatever he does, he must do it to the best of his ability!

He couldn't care less before, but now he wants to prove to Mr. Lynn that the best knife is definitely his own!

"Crunch~"

Sensing the nonchalant provocation in Kane's eyes, Mike gritted his teeth.

He secretly vowed to himself that he would personally lead a group to go door-to-door in the neighborhood to spread the word, and that he must outnumber the other side tomorrow!

"Great job, very well done!" After hearing Kane's explanation, Lynn's evaluation of him rose another level.

"It's all I should do, Boss," Kane said humbly, bowing his head slightly.

"Okay." Lynn nodded, took a deep breath, and looked intently at the long queue outside the window, rubbing his hands together eagerly. "Let's get started right away!"

He can't wait to experience the thrill of advanced [General Practice] skills.

"Yes, Boss!"

Upon hearing this, Kane immediately took two steps forward and, like a shadow, stood diagonally behind Lynn's seat.

His sharp, eagle-like eyes began to scan the surroundings, and he exuded an extremely dangerous aura, much like a top-notch secret agent or bodyguard.

If someone were to observe closely at this moment, they would notice that Kane's waist appears to be much more swollen than usual today.

"this……"

Noticing Kane's fluid and effortless takeover of his original position, Mike's eyes twitched violently twice, and his already dark face became even darker and shinier.

Well, I lost out on the position of bodyguard, which best reflects one's status!

Giving Kane a hateful glare, Mike stormed out of the tent, huffing and puffing, and unleashed a deafening roar at the chaotic crowd outside:

"All of you, line up properly! One at a time! Anyone who dares to cut in line or cause trouble, don't blame me for crushing their balls with my own hands! Especially you, you blond-haired pretty boy, what are you looking at? I'm talking to you!"

……

A few minutes later, a young Black man, covered in sweat and clutching his bloodied right arm, stumbled into the tent.

He plopped down in a chair and immediately wailed, "Help me! Mr. Lin! I'm in so much pain!"

Just five minutes later.

"Thank you, Mr. Lin! My God, you're a miracle doctor! You truly are a miracle doctor! Thank you, thank you..."

As the young Black man left with gratitude, Lynn's mind suddenly jolted.

[Thanksgiving +10]

The last piece of the puzzle has finally arrived.

[My gratitude has reached Level 3!]

[The phased reward selection has been triggered!]

Option 1: You can directly upgrade your existing General Practice (Intermediate) to General Practice (Advanced) (Note: Advanced General Practice unlocks the ability to perform complex surgical procedures and debridement for severe infections).

Option Two: Forgo skill upgrades and randomly draw a brand new survival skill!

[Please make your choice as soon as possible, host...]

"One, one, one! Choose one!"

Almost the instant the options popped up, Lynn made her decision without hesitation.

Only someone with a screw loose would gamble on random survival skills; of course, you should just upgrade your medical skills directly!

The ability to perform complex surgical procedures and the ability to clean wounds from severe infections are two skills that are incredibly popular in the medical field.

It's a hard currency that you wouldn't regret exchanging for a fortune!

It is well known that the wealthier capitalists and politicians are, the more afraid they are of death.

In the money-obsessed United States, top-tier medical professionals are like walking money-printing machines and get-out-of-jail-free cards.

Once you master this level of medical skills, it will be difficult to remain poor.

You can easily switch jobs to a top-tier private hospital and live a life of luxury with yachts and young models for the rest of your life!

"Buzz—"

Just as Lynn made his choice in his mind, a loud buzzing suddenly came from his brain.

Immediately afterwards, an indescribable tingling sensation coursed through my entire body like an electric current.

This feeling was not uncomfortable at all; on the contrary, it made his head feel as comfortable as if an invisible hand was giving his cerebral cortex a top-notch Thai massage!

A vast amount of extremely complex cutting-edge medical knowledge, intricate vascular suture atlases, rare organ pathology features, and the logic of debridement for severe infections...

All this knowledge was transformed into clear streams of information, deeply imprinted in the depths of his memory.

Not only that, but his ten fingers also began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

The muscle memory of top-notch surgery is perfectly integrating with his nerve endings.

It's as if he's been holding a scalpel since he was born, and has been fighting countless battles under the operating lights for decades!

It took a full three minutes for this intensely tingling sensation to slowly recede like a tide.

"call--"

Lynn exhaled a deep breath and stretched his stiff neck slightly.

When he opened his eyes again, his dark pupils were as deep as a bottomless black pool, yet they shone with a brilliant light!

Sensing the amazing changes in himself, Lynn's eyes shone with confidence.

With the vast knowledge he currently possesses and his incredible muscle memory, he can absolutely rival the so-called leading professors in America's top medical schools, and even hold his own in practical application!

Thinking of this, Lynn looked at the group of homeless people still queuing outside the tent, and a hint of envy appeared in his eyes.

These scoundrels living in the gutter were able to receive treatment from someone with such superb medical skills.

This is an incredible blessing they've accumulated over eighteen lifetimes; it could even be described as the greatest fortune they could ever encounter in their lives.

This is absolutely not an exaggeration.

In this underprivileged community, the highest-ranking people these residents usually see, aside from politicians who come to make empty promises and put on a show during election campaigns, are their attending physicians.

"Boss? Boss! Are you alright? Would you like to rest for a bit?"

Noticing that Lynn had closed his eyes earlier, Kane, who was standing behind him, immediately leaned down and whispered a warning.

"No need! Continue!"

Once he came to his senses, Lynn waved his hand and his eyes were filled with fervor.

Rest my ass! There's a line of pure silver and precious emotional points outside the door. Who in this world would turn down money?

"Understood!" Kane nodded and immediately made a hand gesture towards the door.

Soon, the next patient, clutching his stomach, sat down in front of Lynn.

……

"Thank God, it's a miracle I made it through!"

"My arm is saved! It's real magic!"

"I'd be willing to lick your shoes for the rest of my life! You're amazing!"

As Lynn treated each patient with terrifying efficiency, his gratitude points, which had just been upgraded to LV3, steadily and continuously increased.

[Thanksgiving +8]

[Thanksgiving +8]

[Thanksgiving +10]

……

And so, time passed by, second by second.

As the clock struck four in the afternoon, Lynn finally applied the last piece of gauze to the patient's wound.

"call--"

With a long exhale, today's consultations came to an end.

The average consultation speed and efficiency in the afternoon far exceeded that in the morning.

Of course, all of this is thanks to the fact that general practice has just reached an advanced level; otherwise, it would have been impossible to handle such a large and complex patient group so quickly.

"Clatter!"

Lynn leaned wearily against the folding chair, took out a cigarette, lit it, and then casually tossed the cigarette pack to Kane behind him.

"Thanks, Boss, but I don't smoke." Kane caught the cigarette pack steadily, but shook his head like a rattle-drum.

"Hmm?" Lynn exhaled a smoke ring, raising an eyebrow with a hint of doubt.

"During working hours, you need to maintain absolute alertness and a keen sense of smell," Kane explained, standing ramrod straight and with a serious expression.

"...Fine, whatever you want."

Lynn didn't press the matter. After casually taking a few puffs, he lowered his voice and asked, "By the way, how's the thing I asked you to do yesterday?"

Upon hearing this, Kane's expression instantly turned extremely serious, and he replied in a low voice, "It's done."

After saying that, he cautiously glanced outside the tent, and only after confirming that no one was approaching did he slowly lift up his large black shirt.

The moment his clothes were lifted, the dark gun handles on either side of his waist immediately came into Lynn's view.

"Let me see it." A keen interest flashed in Lynn's eyes.

What man doesn't love guns? Especially in America, where guns aren't banned.

Seeing these two cold, deadly weapons, he couldn't resist the urge to handle them himself.

Without hesitation, Kane silently pulled the two guns from their holsters and gently placed them next to the pile of gauze on the table.

Those were two extremely classic Glock 19s, in excellent condition, with almost no signs of wear.

The matte black painted gun body gleamed with a chilling metallic sheen in the dim light of the tent, clearly a top-quality item that had been meticulously maintained.

Lynn simply reached out and grabbed one of them.

It feels slightly cool to the touch, and the metallic texture of the gun body carries a heavy, imposing feel. The anti-slip texture of the grip fits perfectly with the curve of the palm.

Thanks to America's absurd national conditions, he still understood the basic cocking and safety operation of this classic firearm.

Lynn ran his fingers along the outside of the trigger guard a couple of times and noticed with keen insight that the serial number on the side of the gun had been deliberately and violently worn away by some kind of tool.

"Black market goods?"

"That's right, just got them from the underworld. Both of these are clean, untraceable items that you absolutely can't find on the market," Kane said in a low voice.

"Very good, very well done."

Lynn nodded approvingly, then pushed one of the guns back to Kane, while tucking the other Glock into his waistband.

When that cool, metallic touch pressed against my lower back, I felt an unprecedented sense of security and peace.

Just then.

"Boss! Boss!"

Accompanied by a series of heavy footsteps that seemed to crush the floor, Mike yanked open the curtain and burst in.

The smile on his dark face was so wide it almost reached his ears; he was so excited that spittle was flying everywhere.

"It's calculated! It's calculated, Boss! Today's total profit is in! It's a record-breaking achievement!"

"Oh?"

Lynn raised an eyebrow, looking at Mike's almost manic excitement, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "How much?"

"Gulp!"

Mike swallowed hard, his voice trembling with excitement as he uttered each word: "2757... dollars! My God, a whole 2757 dollars!"

Before he met Lynn, this was the amount he dreamed of becoming rich.

As soon as he finished speaking, Kane, who had been calm all along, was startled and his body jolted.

He never really had a concrete concept of large sums of money, but he knew perfectly well that this amount was almost equivalent to several months' worth of his disability benefits.

Mr. Lynn earned it all by himself in just half a day!

"2757 US dollars..."

As Lynn silently muttered the number to himself, the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up in a wide smile.

This isn't just breaking yesterday's record; it's more than doubling it, and it's almost approaching the three thousand dollar mark.

Keep in mind that this amount of money is equivalent to a full month's after-tax salary for an average white-collar worker in the United States!

This illegal medical practice has finally entered a period of explosive growth today.

What excited Lynn even more was...

These were all thick stacks of bright green cash, pure cash flow without any bank transaction records.

Therefore, it doesn't need to pay a single cent in taxes to the IRS!

This is especially important in the United States, where everything can be taxed.

"Boss! The money's all here, please take it!"

Mike respectfully handed Lynn a heavy cloth bag full of small change.

Lynn took the bag, unzipped it, glanced at the pleasing green color, and then casually pulled out a stack of hundred-dollar bills without hesitation.

It was about five or six hundred US dollars, which he slapped directly onto Mike's chest.

"Take this money and go get some nutrition for yourself and your men. Don't be stingy," Lynn said casually.

"this……"

Mike clutched the thick wad of US dollars, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets:

"Boss, this is too much! We can just go to the convenience store for free shopping if we need something, why do we need to spend so much real money!"

"Take it!" Lynn waved his hand dismissively, his voice carrying an undeniable air of authority.

"Here you go, just keep it! Use the rest of the money to buy some drinks for the brothers who work with you."

To reiterate, he has never been a stingy boss.

In this cutthroat world, who would willingly risk their life for you if you have no money?

"Thank... thank you, BOSS!" Mike's rugged face showed deep gratitude as he clutched the money tightly in his hand.

At the same time, Lynn's emotional value was refreshed again.

[Thanksgiving +10]

[Respect +10]

Ok?

Lynn raised her eyebrows slightly.

He could understand Mike's feelings of gratitude, but this sudden display of respect was a pleasant surprise.

It seems that using both kindness and severity is always the best way to manage subordinates.

However, now is not the time to scrutinize the emotion panel. Lynn turned around and pulled out several hundred-dollar bills from his purse, handing them to Kane, who had been standing behind him.

Upon seeing this, Kane immediately took a half step back and waved his hands repeatedly in refusal: "Boss, I don't need it. I haven't even finished spending the money you gave me last time."

Lynn didn't give him a chance to argue and stepped forward to forcefully stuff the money into Kane's pocket:

"Take it! Consider it a bonus for bringing in so many patients today! You've been running around trying to get these patients to come, it must have taken a lot of talking, so buy some good beef to nourish your sickly body!"

Kane tried to decline, but Lynn interrupted him rudely:

"If you don't take it, how will Mike and the others feel comfortable taking it in the future? Stop talking nonsense and take it! Even if you don't eat it, go to the mall and buy your precious daughter some decent gifts."

Upon hearing the word "daughter," Kane's eyes instantly reddened.

He didn't say anything more, but silently reached into his pocket and clenched the few bills tightly.

[Thanksgiving +10]

[Respect +10]

Seeing the emotion value jump twice more in his field of vision, Lynn suddenly smiled.

At this rate of development, the [Respect] rank upgrade is just around the corner!

After carefully stuffing the remaining cash into the inner pocket, Lynn dusted off his sleeves, stood up, and looked out of the tent.

On the horizon, a blood-red sunset was slowly setting, casting a hazy yellow hue over the entire slum.

"It's getting late, that's all for today. See you tomorrow!"

With that in mind, Lynn waved to the two of them without hesitation, turned around, and strode out of the medical tent.

It's time to go and get some attention from the aloof, clueless policewoman, Annie.

……