I am a necromancer, and I absolutely love America.

Brian looked at his phone from left to right, seemingly adjusting to his new image:

"By the way, back to Richard, I like that boy, and he needs a letter of recommendation from Princeton."

"Okay, I'll handle it." Doug took out his notebook and quickly recalled:

"Well, how about Professor Calderson? The current professor at Princeton, and the teacher of your staunch supporter Warren Carter. You happen to have a dinner party with Warren Carter next week."

Warren Carter is the director of HRSA (Health Resources and Services Administration), which controls the allocation of billions of dollars annually.

Warren Carter and Brian had an excellent relationship, and Carter was one of Brian's most important supporters.

Brian said with satisfaction:

"Very well, I'll talk to Warren Carter about this at the banquet. Also, please have Dean Roman come over; I need him to say a few words to the reporters."

"OK!"

......

Roman entered the ward and was slightly surprised to see Brian's makeup, but he quickly concealed it and said warmly:

"Sir, you look great!"

Brian joked to himself:

"I put on makeup. I'm too old for that."

Roman said sincerely:

"Foolish voters always ignore the wisdom and experience of the elderly. I remember your outstanding work 23 years ago for the Children's Health Insurance Act, and your decades of administrative experience in New York are more valuable than any documents or laws."

Doug glanced at Roman quietly.

This is an incompetent guy who climbed to the position of dean by flattering and currying favor.

Brian accepted the compliment without batting an eye:

"I've heard that Emerson Medical Group intends to shift its focus of research to the field of pediatric medicine."

Roman's expression changed slightly, but he forced a smile and said:

"Mr. Congressman, I am just the director of a hospital under the group and I am not aware of the decisions made by the group's upper management."

In reality, how could he not know that he also had powerful backers in the upper echelons of the group?

The Nancy Health Center’s main research areas have always been anti-aging and cancer, but it hasn’t had any notable research results in recent years.

With the group's strategic direction shifting, the Nancy Health Centre's expenditure budget will be reduced by about 20% next year.

This will lead to the reduction of at least three departments, and some research will be forced to stop.

Even the number of beds will be reduced, possibly from 120 to 100, or even 80.

Correspondingly, net profit will shrink from $1500 million to $1200-1000 million.

This is a huge setback for Roman!

He was hoping to make a name for himself here and climb into the top ranks of the group.

If profits decline, his future is over.

Although the decline in profits was caused by top management, a failure is a failure!

Roman understood that Anderson wanted to make a deal with him.

Brian Anderson pointed out Roman's troubles, then changed the subject:

"I encountered a minor accident, and some shameless political enemies will definitely seize on it to launch baseless attacks. I feel it is necessary to clarify this matter to the outside world."

"No problem!" Roman replied immediately.

"I will organize a small press conference and present sufficient medical evidence to prove to reporters that the congressman is in good health."

Brian's medical report was also reviewed; he was perfectly healthy and there was no need for any falsification. It was a very easy matter.

Brian laughed:

"Next week, I will be hosting a banquet where HRSA Director Warren Carter will be attending to discuss the progress and changes to next year's Women, Infants and Children's Nutrition Program. Nancy Health Center is a caring private hospital, and I wonder if I would have the honor of introducing Mr. Roman to Director Carter?"

Roman was overjoyed.

The New York upper class all knew that Warren Carter and Brian had a long-standing friendship.

Warren Carter has the power to allocate billions of dollars every year; even a few million dollars could alleviate the financial difficulties of Nancy Health Center!

"I am very honored!"

Brian smiled:

"By the way, Dean Roman, I heard your professor is named Calderson, and the young man who saved me is named Richard. He wants to apply to Princeton and needs a letter of recommendation..."

Richard? That lucky guy who got lucky by sheer luck? Roman frowned slightly and said kindly:

"Mr. Brian, I feel it's necessary to remind you of something. After Dr. Miller's examination, there are no contusions, bruises, or fractures on your chest..."

Richard played absolutely no role whatsoever!

Brian's expression turned cold:

"Dean Roman, what are you trying to say? Richard appeared when I was in the most danger; that must be God's will!"

Roman's heart skipped a beat. Oh no!

You misspoke!

He didn't understand why Richard had gained Brian's trust and affection.

That damned old man, he must have been terrified by his near-death experience.

However, Roman was adept at changing his tune, and following Brian's lead, he offered a flattering reply:

"Yes! Richard's CPR is superb! He perfectly controlled the pressure and frequency, without causing you the slightest harm. The fact that an Eastern boy happened to appear when you were feeling unwell must be God's will!"

......

On television, Brian Anderson stood in front of the camera, full of energy, talking non-stop.

"The congressman is very clever. This is the most direct way to dispel the rumors. As long as he stands in front of the camera for an interview, the rumor that he collapsed from a heart attack today will be completely debunked." Roman said, muting the television and then looking at Richard, kindly reminding him:

"It seems the congressman is recovering well. But, well, lucky one, a congressman's favor isn't easy to earn. You're just wasting it on a letter of recommendation and a part-time job?"

He looked left and right but still couldn't understand why Brian liked Richard so much, but it didn't matter.

If you don't understand, just do it.

Moreover, he realized this was a good opportunity.

Since Brian likes Richard, all he needs to do is keep Richard at Nancy Health Center and cultivate a good relationship with him to please that old man.

This is great news!

Richard shrugged:

"I'm short of money. I don't want to be burdened with hundreds of thousands of dollars in student loans that I won't be able to pay off even when I'm 60."

"Young man, you're still too young. With Brian's support, why are you worried about tuition?" Roman shrugged.

"Okay, you're right, but the work at Nancy Health Center is very busy, and you only have a high school diploma—in fact, you haven't even graduated high school yet—so you can't just do whatever you want. So, what kind of job do you want?"

Roman was in a bind; Richard's education meant he could only do odd jobs.

But Richard was, after all, Brian Anderson's savior, and it's said that he even chatted with Brian for over half an hour in the hospital room, which fully demonstrates Brian's affection for Richard.

He dared not let Richard clean the toilets; if the senator ever thought of Richard and casually asked him about it, Roman would want to die.

How should we arrange things for this lucky winner?

Richard stated bluntly:

"I'd like to work as an assistant in the morgue, preferably on the night shift. I just need to watch over the morgue; I don't need to do any writing or record-keeping work. I think this kind of part-time job should be fine."

Roman was surprised:

"That's not a problem, but why? Aren't Easterners very superstitious about the dead?"

Richard once again used the excuse he had already prepared:

"I need to review my AP courses. There's not much to do on the night shift at the morgue, so I can study or rest at the same time."

Roman shrugs:

"Since you're willing, I agree! The night shift is from 8 PM to 20 AM the next day..."

Richard immediately said:

"No, I have class at 7:30 in the morning, so I can only attend until 7:00."

Roman frowned, but still said:

"it is good."

Richard continued:

"My studies are very demanding, so I can't come every day. I come every three days for the night shift."

The number of bodies that can be replaced in the morgue each day is limited, so coming every day is a waste of time.

In about three days, he could collect about seven or eight fresh corpses, which was a relatively cost-effective option for Richard.

You have quite a few conditions! Roman took a deep breath:

"good!"

As the dean himself, he wasted time discussing the working hours of a damned morgue assistant.

However, considering Richard's relationship with Brian, he held back.

"Also, I have something to do for the next two days, so I'll start work in two days."

"No problem," Roman agreed to everything.

Richard = Favored by Congressmen.

Once Roman understood this, he didn't even care about licking the floor beneath Richard's feet.