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

Boom!

A thick plume of black smoke billowed from the exhaust pipe of the dilapidated Camry.

Lynn stepped on the gas and quickly drove away from the Lighthouse Hill community.

Outside the car window, rows of exquisite houses and bushes flashed by.

pat!

Lynn, with one hand on the steering wheel, skillfully lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and then executed a wide turn with extreme ease.

As thick smoke billowed from my nostrils, the morning drowsiness vanished instantly.

With the stimulation of nicotine, Lynn summoned the system panel with a thought.

[Host] Lynn

[Age] 30 years old

[Height] 183cm

【Weight】 64kg

【已解锁情绪】感恩 LV3（310/500）、愤怒 LV0（50/100）、恐惧 LV1（140/200），敌意LV0（45/100）、爱慕LV1（20/200）、尊敬LV1（5/200）

[Skills] General Medical Skills (Advanced), Street Fighting (Beginner), Natural Body Fragrance (Beginner), Leadership Aura (Beginner)

……

Lynn glanced at it quickly, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

That's right, currently only the emotions [Anger] and [Hate] are at LV0.

The remaining emotions have all successfully reached LV1.

Especially the "Gratitude" skill, thanks to the homeless man's blessing, has even soared to LV3!

As for his survival skills, he has steadily accumulated four.

Aside from the skill "Natural Fragrance," which seems more practical and currently only suitable for dealing with women, the rest of the skill is different.

The three skills, [General Practice], [Street Fighting], and [Leadership Aura], are all extremely useful.

"The immediate priority is to find a way to collect as much [anger] and [hostility] as possible..."

Thinking of this, Lynn paused, the fingers holding the cigarette between his fingers.

In the homeless park, these two emotions are really hard to collect.

He's not bragging, but these days, there's not a single person in the entire homeless park who dares to argue with him.

Who wouldn't stand at attention, nod, bow, and greet them politely upon meeting?

What's more, he also had Zuo Heilong Mike by his side to keep things under control.

In a sense, it's even harder to generate "anger" towards this group than to generate "respect"!

"Forget it, let's just take it one step at a time."

Lynn shook his head, tossed the cigarette butt out the window, and stopped dwelling on the matter.

"Um?"

Just as Lynn was about to close the panel, his gaze sharpened and he suddenly noticed an extremely illogical problem.

That's the [Admiration] value!

Since the [Admiration] emotion level was upgraded, it has only increased by a mere 20 points.

Also, if you ask him and he remembers correctly.

These precious 20 points of affection were all earned through the hard work of the fully mature Mrs. Hill.

But here's the problem: he hasn't just been working on Mrs. Hill these past few days.

He also genuinely put in a lot of effort on Katie's side.

Well, even though only Yun Chang was sent, that still counts as contributing!

It's very unpleasant to be constantly provoked.

That's not the point. The point is that Katie never provided even a single point of M... no, affection value.

This is totally illogical!

It's worth noting that even Annie, who only engaged in a French kiss last night before fleeing in panic, later provided several points of affection.

Katie, who knows him inside and out, has no reason not to give him a penny!

call……

Lynn lit another cigarette, took a deep drag, and looked completely puzzled.

But soon, a flash of lightning seemed to strike his mind.

A very bold idea couldn't help but pop into my head.

That brat Katie... could she be just like her mother, Mrs. Hill?

It must be under some kind of unusual, extremely shameful stimulation that it can be fully activated to provide affection points, right?

The moment this thought appeared, it grew rapidly in my mind like weeds.

The more I think about it, the more likely it seems.

After all, Katie is Mrs. Hill's biological daughter; you can't lie about genes.

More importantly, after this period of contact...

Lynn discovered that the personalities of the mother and daughter were, in some extremely private aspects, practically identical.

On the surface, they are arrogant and rebellious, but deep down they crave to be controlled and trampled by absolute power!

Thinking of this, Lynn looked down at his right hand holding the steering wheel, and a meaningful smile slowly appeared on his lips.

"Hehe, little Katie... you've already accepted your reward, now it's time for you to obediently hand over your affection points..."

……

One hour later.

South King Street, South District.

Homeless Park.

Inside the luxurious medical tent, standing out like a crane among chickens.

Lynn rested her hands behind her head, her long legs propped up high on the consultation table, and closed her eyes to relax.

The noisy queuing outside the tent, the curses of homeless people fighting for good spots, and the terrible sanitation were all irrelevant to him at that moment.

From the moment he appeared at the park entrance in his beat-up car, Zuo Heilong Mike, who had been waiting for a long time, took the initiative to greet him.

We immediately invited him to rest in the tent, just like welcoming our own father.

They also took the initiative to take on all the dirty and tiring work of distributing supplies.

[Thanksgiving +5]

[Thanksgiving +7]

[Respect +1]

[Respect +2]

……

After glancing at the constantly fluctuating emotion value, Lynn was happy to have some free time, and even felt a little bored.

Before, when he had nothing to do, he could watch the two guardians, Black Dragon Mike on the left and White Tiger Kane on the right, exchanging sarcastic remarks.

But Kane has been sent to secretly investigate the black market drug distribution channels and isn't here now.

That meant he missed out on a lot of fun.

Fortunately, Zuo Heilong Mike didn't keep him bored for too long.

They immediately demonstrated an extremely powerful ability to control the physical field, and quickly distributed today's free supplies.

They also thoughtfully instructed patients to patiently wait in long lines.

"Boss! The line outside is already set up; we can start seeing patients anytime!"

Mike flung open the heavy tent flap, grinning to reveal two rows of pearly white teeth with a fawning expression. "That idiot Kane's not here today, so I'll be your bodyguard!"

After saying that, Mike patted his chest, which was as solid as an iron plate.

Then he deliberately lifted his shirt and patted the Glock clipped to his waistband in an extremely flamboyant manner.

"No problem." Lynn nodded casually.

When Lynn's gaze fell on the Glock pistol on Mike's waistband, his tone became slightly odd:

"You've got guts. You just leave the gun blatantly sticking out of your crotch without even a holster. Aren't you afraid it'll accidentally go off and blow your manhood out of proportion?"

Upon hearing this, Mike wasn't frightened at all; instead, he chuckled and revealed an extremely lewd and proud expression.

"Boss, you don't need to worry about that. I'm not afraid to defeat it!"

"Hmm?" Lynn raised an eyebrow.

Mike scratched his head, grinned widely, and said shamelessly, "Because I usually just wrap it around my waist! Hehe!"

"..."

"Ahem!"

Lynn almost choked to death on the saliva.

He looked Mike up and down with a complex and meaningful gaze, then remarked:

"I must say, in a sense... your America is truly a powerful and resourceful nation!"

"Boss, what do you mean?"

Mike stared with his large, clear, and seemingly foolish eyes, clearly not understanding what he meant.

"It's nothing, I was just praising your exceptional talent."

Lynn didn't bother to explain, got up, draped her white coat over her shoulders, and her eyes instantly sharpened:

Let's begin!

There is only one task for today.

Make money! Make money! Make money!

It's all about making money!

……

A few minutes later.

The consultation officially began.

"You have an extremely severe anal fissure, and the wound is already infected and inflamed. I'll prescribe some anti-inflammatory medication and a special ointment for you to apply."

"Also, whatever you do, don't stuff any weird beer bottles or billiard balls in there, or you'll really be unable to hold your poop and will have to spend the rest of your life with a poop bag hanging from your waist!"

"Next!"

"..."

"Second stage syphilis! You've got red spots all over your thing, didn't you see? Stop using that pitiful ten dollars you begged for to take care of those black women who work as prostitutes on the street!"

"If you keep going like this, your little brother will rot away on the street sooner or later! Take these antibiotics, take them on time every day, and get out!"

"Next!"

"..."

"Gonorrhea, it feels like you're urinating razor blades, right? Drink plenty of water and take these two medications."

"Oh, and by the way, tell your buddy who sleeps under the same bridge as you to come check it out too. Don't think I don't know you two share the same sewer!"

"..."

[Thanksgiving +10]

[Thanksgiving +10]

[Thanksgiving +10]

……

Time passed by, second by second.

All sorts of difficult and complicated diseases were completely exposed to Lynn.

With the terrifying support of advanced general practice skills, Lynn was practically a sitting duck.

On average, it takes less than three minutes to see a patient, which is incredibly efficient.

Correspondingly, US dollars and emotional points flowed in like water.

However, just when everything was going in a good direction...

Suddenly, a loud commotion and angry shouts erupted outside the tent.

This was followed by the screams of panic as the crowd scattered!

"Damn it, who dares to cause trouble on my turf!"

Mike's face darkened, and he immediately turned around to rush out to check the situation.

But before Mike could even step out, the heavy tent flap was violently ripped open from the outside!

Accompanied by a faint smell of blood, several burly white men with menacing faces swaggered in.

The leader was a man with a thick beard and a sinister look in his eyes.

It was none other than Mark from the Blood Wolf Gang!

It's worth noting that Mark's henchmen were dragging a young henchman who was constantly groaning behind him.

There was a bloody, mangled hole in the younger brother's thigh, with blood dripping down his trouser leg.

After standing still, Mark's eyes swept unabashedly over the surrounding environment of the tent, finally landing on Lynn, who was wearing a white lab coat, and he raised his chin slightly.

"I heard you're that so-called miracle doctor who's in charge here?"

[Hatefulness +20]

[Hatefulness +10]

[Hatefulness +10]

……

at the same time.

Hostile sentiments continued to rise.

Lynn narrowed his eyes and understood.

These guys aren't here just for medical treatment; they're definitely here to cause trouble!

"Fuck you! How dare you talk to our boss like that!"

Mike immediately sensed that the other party was up to no good, and his right hand suddenly reached for his waist to draw his gun.

Lynn quickly grabbed Mike's wrist, then looked calmly at Mark and asked in a measured tone, "What brings you here?"

Mark gave a forced smile, then casually pointed to his underlings behind him who were groaning softly:

"Treat a patient! I heard your medical skills are so superb you can even bring the dead back to life? Set his leg bone, and then remove the bullet!"

"You're asking for it! Do you think this is a veterinary clinic? What kind of attitude is that?!"

Mike was so angry that the veins on his neck bulged out.

Lynn stopped Mike again and gave him a meaningful look.

He had noticed long ago that these people had unnatural bulges around their waists.

Without a doubt, these men were heavily armed and clearly not ordinary street thugs.

What needs to be done right now is to delay as much as possible.

He believed Mike understood what he meant.

Turning around, Lynn sat back down in his chair, arms crossed, his tone completely flat: "It can be treated, ten thousand dollars! No bargaining!"

"What? Ten thousand dollars!"

Mark's eyes widened in shock, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

The henchmen behind him couldn't help but curse loudly:

"You're robbing me! Even a top-tier private hospital in the city center wouldn't cost this much for surgery!"

Lynn leaned back in his chair, his cold gaze sweeping over his underlings who were already rolling their eyes due to blood loss:

"This is a gunshot wound that has damaged an artery. There aren't many unlicensed doctors in Seattle who would dare to take on this kind of job without asking where they come from."

"You should go to church and give thanks if you can save his life and leg. This is the price I offer. Whether you treat him or not is up to you."

Ma Ke stared intently at Lynn for a few seconds, then suddenly let out a cold laugh: "Fine! Ten thousand cuts it is! But..."

He took a sudden step forward, slamming his hands heavily on the consultation table, his eyes fierce:

"If he's crippled or dead after the treatment, I'll pour gasoline on this shabby tent and burn you to ashes!"

"Holy shit!"

This arrogant attitude made Mike unable to hold back any longer, and he was about to draw his gun again to fight back, but Lynn stopped him with a look.

"A very fair deal."

Lynn rubbed his hands together, a professional fake smile playing on his lips: "According to the rules, a deposit of five thousand US dollars is required, no credit allowed."

He could tell a lot about the other party's underlings at a glance.

Previously, the limited availability of medical equipment might have made the situation more difficult to handle.

But with KK Clinic's generous donation, everything was no longer a problem.

"Give!"

Mark, his face dark with obvious pain, pulled a thick wad of banknotes from his pocket and slammed it on the table.

Lynn gave Mike a look, and the latter immediately accepted it.

After receiving the money, Lynn immediately got to work.

While directing the other party to carry the wounded to a makeshift operating table, he put on sterile gloves with a blank expression.

Removing a bullet can be difficult in some ways, but easy in others.

Simply put, it's easy for those who know how, but difficult for those who don't; it all comes down to micro-management.

With the terrifying support of advanced general medical skills, Lynn's micro-management abilities are beyond question.

His hands moved like phantoms, so fast that no one could tell whether he was holding a hemostat or a scalpel.

Hemostasis, wound cleaning, removal of the bullet, forceful bone setting...

The whole process was incredibly smooth!

However, it is worth noting that Lynn seemed to have forgotten to use anesthesia.

"ah!!!!"

As the scalpel cut through flesh and bone, the younger brother on the hospital bed writhed like a fat fish nailed to a chopping board.

The agonizing screams, like those of a pig being slaughtered, nearly blew the tent roof off!

Fear +5

Fear +5

Fear +5

……

Correspondingly, the emotion of fear is being rapidly increased.