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

South King Street, Homeless Park.

Perhaps there were just too many homeless people queuing up for supplies today.

Mike and Kane were sweating profusely, and after more than half an hour, the distribution of supplies outside was still not completely finished.

During this time, long queues had already formed in front of the medical tents.

Inside the medical tent, the light was dim.

[Host] Lynn

[Age] 30 years old

[Height] 183cm

【Weight】 70kg

【已解锁情绪】感恩 LV3（460/500）、愤怒 LV1（20/200）、恐惧 LV2（40/300），敌意LV1（5/200）、爱慕LV2（70/300）、尊敬LV1（60/200）

[Skills] General Medical Skills (Advanced), Street Fighting (Intermediate), Natural Fragrance (Intermediate), Leadership Aura (Beginner), Killing Intent Radar (Beginner), Firearms Proficiency (Beginner)

"..."

Lynn's eyes flickered slightly as she quickly scanned the system panel, sitting in front of the triage desk.

It must be said that the gratitude generated by this large-scale distribution of supplies far exceeds that of any previous instance.

Although it's still a little short of upgrading that crucial skill, it's not far off.

"After seeing the patients outside, I should be able to advance smoothly..."

With these thoughts in mind, Lynn slowly sat up straight.

Because of the crackdown on the Blood Wolf Gang, the Black Doctor's work has been forced to stop for several days.

Now, it's time to reopen!

Just then, the curtain was roughly pulled open, and Mike and Kane walked in one after the other.

"Hehe, BOSS, we've run out of supplies for those poor bastards outside!"

Mike rubbed his large hands together, his dark face plastered with a fawning smile.

"Well done." Lynn nodded slightly.

Mike grinned, his thick lips moving rapidly. "There's a whole mess to clean up at Rusty Anchor Bar, Boss. Shall I get back to work?"

Lynn looked at his sweat-drenched brow, chuckled, and waved her hand:

"Actually, you didn't need to make this trip. Kane can handle such a small matter as distributing supplies by himself."

Upon hearing this, Mike's expression instantly turned serious, and he pounded his broad chest with a resounding thud:

"No way! I have to do this myself! I don't trust anyone else to do it! Besides, I love exercising, so consider it a short run!"

As he said this, he deliberately glanced sideways at Kane, giving him a provocative look.

Kane crossed his arms and looked disdainful.

Although he didn't say anything on the surface, he had already cursed Mike's ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart.

Seeing that Kane remained silent, Mike became even more emboldened, raising his chin and huffing gruffly:

"Hey Kane, I'm leaving now. Listen up, you absolutely must protect the BOSS!"

"If the boss loses even a single hair, I'll absolutely not let you off the hook, understand?"

"Heh..." Kane rolled his eyes and let out a cold laugh:

"Don't worry, I'm not like you. I'm not so useless that I let someone walk into my tent with a gun."

"You..." Mike instantly realized that Kane was bringing up the time when Mark broke into the tent with a gun to stab him in the back.

Instantly, his dark face flushed red, and he gritted his teeth, arguing, "That...that was an accident! An accident, you understand?!"

"Heh!" Kane's mockery deepened, showing no mercy whatsoever.

"Isn't it because you're too bad? A piece of trash is a piece of trash."

"You! You! You! Are you looking for death?!"

Mike was completely red-faced, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"Come on!" Kane was not afraid at all.

The two instantly became hostile, and the air was thick with the smell of gunpowder.

"Alright!"

Lynn waved his hand to stop the fight between the two and said, "It's getting late, Mike, you should get back to your business."

"Kane, go outside and bring the men in. Today's mission is quite demanding, so don't waste time."

He peeked through the crack just now and saw that although the number of people queuing for medical treatment today did not break the record, it was still a considerable number.

"Understood, Boss!" Mike and Kane responded simultaneously.

The two glared at each other fiercely before turning and leaving the tent.

After the two left, the tent returned to silence.

Lynn got up, pulled on a white coat, and put it on quickly. She took a deep breath of the air mixed with the smell of disinfectant, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

It's time to earn some bonus points and harvest gratitude points again.

……

"Come in!"

A few minutes later, the consultation began.

As soon as he finished speaking, the curtain was carefully lifted.

The man who came in was a fat Dominican man in his forties.

The other person had a huge beer belly, dark and oily skin, walked with a limp, and his right foot was swollen like an over-fermented purple bread.

"Doctor, you have to save me! I must have been cursed by those voodoo bitches! My toes feel like they're on fire!"

The fat man looked terrified and winced in pain.

Lynn only glanced at his swollen joints, her pen flying across the paper:

"A curse? Yes, a curse cast by cheap ale and shoddy fried chicken. This is an acute gout attack. Take your medicine and go home, eat less junk food, next!"

Next to enter was a Jamaican girl in her early twenties.

The other person had a filthy braid and dark brown skin covered in scratches.

He had a festering, oozing, low-quality tattoo on his forearm and looked very agitated.

"Quack doctor! That tattoo artist's ink is definitely poisonous! I'm so itchy!" The girl said irritably, trying to scratch her wound.

"Slap!" Lynn ruthlessly pried the other person's hand away with medical tweezers, his eyes cold and sharp.

"I don't know if the ink is poisonous, but the grime under your fingernails is definitely toxic. It's a Staphylococcus aureus infection. If you keep scratching, your hand will have to be amputated!"

"Take the strong antibiotics and topical ointment and leave. Next!"

The third person to enter the tent was a thin, elderly West African man.

His eyes were sunken, his skin was as black as charcoal, and he was clutching his chest, coughing violently, even coughing up a trace of blood.

"Cough cough... Doctor, I'm sure I have lung cancer... God is calling me..."

The old man's eyes were dull, and he was breathing desperately.

Lynn picked up the stethoscope and listened to his chest for a moment, then frowned slightly, pulled a stack of face masks from the drawer and threw them at the man's face.

"God thinks you're too dirty and doesn't want to see you for now. This is severe bronchitis complicated by early-stage tuberculosis. Keep your mask on! Don't spread germs to my clinic!"

"If he's still alive after finishing the anti-tuberculosis drugs and antibiotics, come back next week. Next!"

Following closely behind was a Mexican-American construction worker in his early thirties.

The other person was stocky and covered in dust, clutching his lower back, with a hint of ingratiation and eagerness in his expression.

"Doctor, my back hurts so much I can't move. Prescribe me that... you know, give me two strong bottles!"

The Latino man winked and made faces, clearly intending to get the enhancement agent.

Lynn's gaze was sharp as a knife: "A herniated lumbar disc with nerve compression. You want to get medication from me? You've come to the wrong place!"

"This is muscle relaxant and corticosteroids. Take the pills, then lie in bed like a useless person for a week. Let's go!"

"Thank you, Mr. Lin! May God bless you!"

"Mr. Lin, you are such a kind person!"

"..."

As patients left, thanking him profusely, the panel in front of Lynn began to flash wildly:

[Thanksgiving +8]

[Thanksgiving +7]

[Thanksgiving +8]

……

Watching the constantly fluctuating numbers, Lynn felt a surge of energy coursing through his body.

This is all pure gratitude points and US dollars!

At this moment, he cared more about the feelings of gratitude than about the US dollars.

"No matter what, I must elevate my gratitude today!" Lynn made up her mind.

And so, time flew by in the midst of our busy schedules.

The sun, which had been high in the sky, tirelessly slanted westward.

Without those Blood Wolf Gang scum causing trouble in the shadows, today's consultation went incredibly smoothly.

Miraculously, there wasn't a single case of medical disputes, and every patient was very cooperative.

Thanks to this, the medical treatment progressed extremely quickly, and the gratitude points increased at a rocket-like speed.

"Thank you, Mr. Lin! You are a saint in the South District!"

After the elderly Puerto Rican woman, suffering from a severe cold and fever, shakily accepted the pills with both hands and left.

The tent fell silent once again.

Lynn suddenly stopped all movement, freezing in place like a statue.

His deep gaze was fixed on the empty air in front of him.

At the same time, the boy with the radiant marks appeared one after another in front of them.

[My gratitude has reached Level 4!]

[The phased reward selection has been triggered!]

Option 1: Upgrade the existing [General Practice (Advanced)] to [General Practice (Professional)]

(Note: Professional general practice is the highest level)

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

Option 3: You can choose to upgrade other survival skills!

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

"this……"

Lynn's pupils contracted slightly as he looked at the few lines of text flashing on the screen in front of him.

A look of astonishment and surprise, which was hard to hide, appeared on his previously calm face.

"Professional-level general practice skills..."

Lynn couldn't help but mutter it to herself, her eyes instantly brightening.

The fatigue from the high-intensity patient care was completely swept away, and she looked refreshed.

In fact, he had his eyes glued to this option from the very first glance.

The moment he saw those words, he almost wanted to choose without hesitation.

After all, this was a pre-planned route he had already taken.

Without a doubt, between randomly acquired new skills and the steadily improving [General Practice (Profession)], you would choose the latter even with your eyes closed!

As the required emotional value increases with each upgrade, choosing to upgrade existing skills will become increasingly cost-effective.

On the other hand, option two, which involves using 500 hard-earned emotional points to open a blind box, is simply not worth it.

The reason I didn't make a choice immediately was simply because option three appeared.

"You can choose to upgrade other survival skills..."

Lynn stroked his chin, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

This option is quite insightful.

If he understands correctly, this means he can now completely break out of the mold.

Choose to upgrade any one of the following: [Street Fighting (Intermediate)], [Natural Fragrance (Intermediate)], [Leadership Aura (Beginner)], [Killing Intent Radar (Beginner)], or [Firearms Mastery (Beginner)]!

The range of choices suddenly increased significantly.

From any perspective, this is an extremely tempting option.

"It seems this is the new privilege unlocked by the LV4 [Gratitude] emotion." A hint of understanding rose in Lynn's eyes.

With his eyes narrowed, Lynn's deep gaze swept back and forth between option one and option three.

Various thoughts collided rapidly in my mind.

In the end, his gaze settled steadily back on option one.

Admittedly, option three is very cost-effective, as it can instantly improve one of his weaknesses or enhance one of his strengths.

However, it still lags behind medical skills that directly reach the "professional" level.

What he needs most right now is to use his medical skills to earn more initial capital.

In comparison, he would much rather have general medical skills (specialty)!

With this in mind, Lynn no longer hesitated and silently made her choice.

hum...

The moment Lynn made the decision, she felt a sudden chill run through her head.

Buddha. Someone drank an iced glass with cola on a hot summer day!

Immediately afterwards, a small amount of medical knowledge and clinical experience flooded into the depths of my memory like a burst dam.

This feeling is not abrupt at all.

It's as if this knowledge was already deeply ingrained in my bones, only to be awakened today.

Besides the surge in knowledge in his mind, Lynn was shocked to discover that his body was also undergoing some strange changes.

He subconsciously raised his hands, and his ten fingers seemed to become softer and more flexible than ever before.

The world before my eyes seemed to have been veiled, and my vision became extremely clear.

It can capture even the tiniest dust particles floating in the air with perfect clarity.

What's even more terrifying is the heartbeat.

The heart, which had been racing slightly with excitement, suddenly slowed down in a strange way.

Each jump was incredibly steady, like some kind of precision machine.

"call……"

Lynn slowly exhaled a long breath, his eyes shining brightly.

It wasn't until this moment that he truly understood what it meant to be a professional.

After general practice was upgraded to a specialty, the professional knowledge on paper became only a small part of it.

The most significant change was his almost abnormal hand-eye coordination.

And an absolutely calm mindset, like an iceberg!

This is the core difference between "advanced" and "professional".

For example, a doctor with advanced general practice skills is in a well-equipped and sterile operating room.

The results of the surgery may be comparable to those of a professional-grade procedure.

But what if the surgery location were changed to a noisy and chaotic battlefield?

Or like in this dilapidated tent where even sterile conditions cannot be met.

The gap between the two is like an insurmountable chasm!

In other words, with his current medical skills, he can easily become a top-notch field medic!

If he were in the mainstream medical field now, he would definitely be a leading figure who could be written into textbooks.

"Oh."

Thinking of this, Lynn's lips curled into a mocking sneer.

He never intended to make a name for himself in the mainstream medical field.

To be honest, in his eyes, this extraordinary medical skill was merely a tool for making a fortune.

He had absolutely no intention of conducting in-depth medical research to benefit America.

What good is a good doctor if he's still just a craftsman who cuts people open and performs surgery?

A great man from the East once said that studying medicine cannot save the world.

In this dog-eat-dog world, only money and power are the only truths.

Therefore, he never considered actually getting involved in the medical field.

"call!"

Suppressing the jumbled thoughts in his mind, Lynn raised his head, his voice gradually rising:

"Next!"

……