Millennium Witch.

Chapter 22-22- Medical Commission
"The Civilization Survival Association..."

Muttering the name to herself, Yvette thought for a moment and decided to hack into it immediately. Partly, she wanted to see if the "Civilization Survival Association" was genuine or a scam; partly, she was also figuring out that the website's servers probably had a lot of data collected, which might be useful for making free purchases.

But unexpectedly, the hack was prevented from happening for a short time.

Unlike the outdated, static rule-based firewall of the Blackwater Police Department, this website uses dynamic defense and has very few vulnerabilities that can be continuously exploited. Sometimes, even if you manage to hack in, your credentials will be revoked in less than a second if an abnormal access path appears.

This gave Yvette the feeling of engaging in a rapid offensive and defensive battle, and that her opponent was extremely strong, with a "breathing" quality, not so much like an AI, but more like a top-tier rune hacker.

After a moment's thought, Yvette decisively abandoned the attempt. Normal system hacking is like playing chess against a dead person, but this time it felt like a living person was sitting on the other side of the chessboard—that was a completely different story. Although she used VPNs, fake addresses, and traffic obfuscation as disguises, there was no guarantee she wouldn't be caught red-handed.

She didn't want to be called out through the internet.

……

Putting aside the mysterious "Civilization Survival Society," whose origins were unclear but which possessed top-notch anti-hacking capabilities, Yvette lived a relatively peaceful and tranquil life for the next month or so in order not to alert them.

As for the welding torches, the sales of Arcane Wind Blades met expectations. Apart from one package for personal use, the remaining four packages were all sold out, purchased by the same local gang leader.

Selling the remaining four copies means receiving 20, which brings Yvette much closer to getting her copy of "Elemental Decay Completion Techniques" for 50.

However, since she had nothing to do and was also preparing for certain fields in the future, Yvette added her neighbor Reiger Hoffman's work number that morning, using the contact information left on his business card.

"Good morning, Mr. Hoffman."

"Good morning, oh, Miss Theon, is there something you need?" Regel asked in surprise when he saw Yvette on the holographic screen.

Having moved in a month ago, Reger, his wife Susan, their eldest son Hans, and their youngest daughter Mary have become quite familiar with their "cousin" neighbors, Yvette and Rosalyn. They greet each other warmly when they occasionally pass by in the hallway or meet on the street downstairs.

Rosalyn, Hans, and Mary are already quite familiar with each other and are good friends, as they share similar ages and interests.

Although Yvette, her cousin, didn't look very old, she was surprisingly mature in her way of handling things, not at all like a child. So when they chatted occasionally, Regel and Susan would unconsciously treat this silver-haired girl as someone their own age.

“Well, Mr. Hoffman, I’ve recently had some free time and have been reading some books about ‘potions,’ which has sparked my interest in medicine. I would like to ask if you could offer me some guidance, or allow me to observe and learn from some treatment procedures,” Yvette said. “Of course, I will pay a reasonable fee for this.”

Besides rune compilation, rune medicine is Yvette's second most abundant resource, since the Abyss Base has the most professional books on rune medicine, many of which are even internal secrets of the Black Tower.

She only looked at it, but didn't learn it seriously, since she didn't need it when she got out of trouble.

Although she still prioritizes magical machinery and energy reserves in her research, she can take some time to digest the rune medicine knowledge she hastily devoured in her spare time, since she will need it sooner or later anyway.

“This…” Regel clearly hadn’t expected this, and he hesitated. “I’m sorry, Miss Theon, it’s not that I don’t want to teach you, but I don’t have a teaching certificate, and even if I did, it would have to be done at a professional educational institution…”

"Just let me watch, that'll do. 2 credits a month, what do you think?" "Twenty thousand..."

Regel swallowed hard. He was actually practicing medicine without a license, a fact well known to the residents of Wright Apartments and the regular customers near Acid Street. As a result, his fees were exceptionally low. Among doctors of the same caliber, others earned around 70,000 a month, a full middle-class income, while his income was less than 20,000.

Just by letting this little girl observe the process, her monthly income can more than double!
Even with the risk of illegally disseminating knowledge, it is absolutely worth the risk!
Besides, he didn't even have a medical license to begin with, so he didn't have to worry about his debts, and his patients would keep it a secret from him...

He made a self-deprecating remark, then said, "Alright, Miss Theon, I'll send you a message every time I make a house call or when a patient comes to my door. Is that alright?"

“Yes, thank you very much, Mr. Hoffman,” Yvette nodded.

……

In the afternoon, Hoffman's clinic welcomed a customer who seemed to be suffering from tinnitus and came to see a doctor for treatment and medication.

Yvette immediately went to the small clinic in the Hoffman family home next door. While observing, she received a warm welcome from Mrs. Susan. Although she was there to learn, the small table next to her was full of snacks, making it seem as if she was there to enjoy herself.

However, Yvette understood Mrs. Susan's mindset; she probably treated her like a major benefactor.

She remembered that their children, Hans and Mary, were both attending Black Tower High School, a top-tier elite school. The tuition there was 30 credits a year. Even though Regel worked hard every day and Mrs. Susan worked part-time, they still had to shoulder the burden of high student loans and even more terrifying interest, and their quality of life was not as good as that of the lower-class residents in Blackwater who earned four or five thousand a month.

Therefore, it is undeniable that this understanding is one of the reasons why Regel was suddenly given such a learning assignment.

After observing the treatment process for a while, Yvette saw Rosalyn walk straight in from the door. After a polite greeting, she didn't disturb Regel's work and instead asked, "Teacher, Aunt Susan, are Hans and Mary here?"

"They both went out this morning. Do you want to go play with them?" Susan asked kindly.

"Yes." Rosalyn smiled sweetly.

From the day she transmigrated, this is the first time she has made friends who can be her playmates. They get along very well, and since she has nothing to do these days, she feels like she's on summer vacation. She goes out with Hans and Marie whenever she has free time and has a great time every day.

"Wait, let me take a look..." Susan opened the magic terminal and activated a subscription-based family safety service, which would allow parents to know their child's real-time location and quickly call the police in case of danger.

After watching for a while, she said in surprise, "They seem to be on Scrap Iron Avenue... about five kilometers from here. What are they doing there?" She paused, then added angrily, "They won't answer the phone! Those two kids!"

Scrap Iron Avenue is an old neighborhood, and its safety level is actually quite good. The street is lined with shops, so the probability of an accident is not high. Besides, the alarm didn't go off, and hanging up the phone unilaterally is a basic action for a rebellious teenager. But as a mother, a look of worry quickly appeared on Mrs. Susan's face.

She muttered to herself, "Could we be in danger?"

“Aunt Susan, don’t worry, everything will be alright. I’ll come and check on you right now,” Rosalyn said. After exchanging a glance with Yvette, she immediately went downstairs and hailed a taxi to Scrap Iron Avenue.

(End of this chapter)