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

Clang!

The deformed warhead, stained with thick black blood, was carelessly tossed into a metal tray.

After doing all this.

Lynn couldn't help but take a deep breath of the polluted air.

After resting for a while, the dizziness caused by intense concentration finally subsided.

Although he has a wealth of clinical experience as a mid-level general practitioner.

However, when it comes to actual hands-on practice, the terrifying physical and mental exertion is still far beyond imagination.

The surgery just took a few minutes.

The blade moved wildly between the extremely narrow bone sutures and the major artery.

Even a difference of only 0.1 millimeters, or the slightest tremor in the wrist.

Kane's entire left leg, along with the rest of his life, is going to be completely ruined here.

Luckily, this guy had some bad luck running into me today.

If I really got into a regular American hospital.

Let's not even talk about whether those quack doctors, fed by pharmaceutical representatives, can remove the bullet while preserving the leg.

Just look at that exorbitant surgery bill and anesthesia fee, which was over ten pages long.

Without exaggeration, they could absolutely buy Kane's worthless life on the spot!

In the magical land of America, everything has a price.

This is true freedom!

The freedom to choose bankruptcy or the freedom to choose death.

After a short rest, the fatigue in Lynn's eyes disappeared.

He straightened up and swiftly picked up medical gauze and bandages, quickly applying a deep dressing to Kane's bloodied and mangled knee.

"You absolutely cannot get it wet for three days, and you cannot engage in any strenuous exercise."

While bandaging the wound, Lynn coldly warned about post-operative precautions: "If you notice any signs of redness, swelling, or pus in the wound, take the antibiotics I prescribed immediately."

"Of course, if you want to relive the thrill of a live dissection, you can choose not to listen to me."

Listening to these devilish medical orders.

Kane, who had just recovered from extreme exhaustion, showed no anger on his pale face.

He gritted his teeth and forced his aching body to sit up from the folding bed.

"Thank you... Mr. Lin."

Kane's voice was terribly hoarse, but his tone conveyed an unprecedented sincerity and reverence.

[Thanksgiving +30]

Lynn remained outwardly calm.

But deep down, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

30 points!

This is the highest gratitude score to date.

It was even higher than Mike, who was completely devoted to him.

It seems I was right.

The ruthless Kane before me, who seems like a lone wolf, must be an extremely grateful and genuine man.

Just as Lynn was pondering this, Mike, who was standing next to her, had just come to his senses.

He leaned closer, his gaze filled with astonishment as he examined Kane's left leg, which was now wrapped up like a dumpling.

"Hey, man. How's it going?" Mike grinned, revealing a set of big white teeth.

Kane moved his left leg, though the wound still throbbed with excruciating pain.

But the feeling of being stuck in the joint cavity by a foreign object has completely disappeared.

"Much better."

Kane answered truthfully, and a glimmer of hope rekindled in his lifeless eyes.

"Much better, right? Hehe."

Mike rubbed his rough, black hands together in an extremely lewd manner, his expression instantly shifting from concern to the typical capitalist's smirk.

"Now that you're cured, it's time to talk about money, buddy."

I heard the keyword "money".

Kane's usually expressionless face tensed up involuntarily.

He was slightly embarrassed, but still looked at Mike very seriously: "How much?"

Mike cleared his throat, putting on a compassionate expression.

"Mr. Lin is so kind; he's practically a living saint sent by God. So, we'll waive the cost of this extremely risky surgery for you!"

"but……"

Mike changed the subject abruptly: "The disinfectant, sterile gauze, and this imported scalpel that almost got dulled—that's all pure cost!"

At this point, Mike glanced at Lynn furtively.

Lynn remained noncommittal.

He slowly took out a cigarette, took a deep drag, and made no move to speak.

With the boss's tacit approval, Mike's confidence immediately increased.

He turned his head and, without hesitation, held up eight thick fingers to Kane: "One price, eight thousand dollars!"

Cough!

Upon hearing this number, Lynn's eyes twitched violently, and he almost choked to death on the spot by a puff of smoke.

Good guy.

As expected of that ruthless old man, he's really ruthless; he's asking for an exorbitant amount.

His original expectation was that the maximum amount would be around three thousand US dollars.

Although his superb medical skills would be worth hundreds of thousands of dollars for a top-tier specialist appointment at a regular hospital.

But when doing business, you always have to consider the actual spending power of your target audience.

Let alone eight thousand dollars.

Lynn suspected that even if they offered a 50% discount, Kane definitely wouldn't be able to produce one!

To know.

On this magical land of America.

Ordinary people simply don't have any savings habits.

On the one hand, there is the culture of instant gratification and excessive consumption brought about by years of capitalist brainwashing, where people max out their credit cards and leave no money for tomorrow.

On the other hand, the vast majority of banks in the United States are privately owned and exploitative.

The public has absolutely no trust in them, and bankruptcy and closure are commonplace for them.

The most fatal point is...

Capital has long been calculating the income and consumption of all social classes!

After paying rent, utilities, and extremely expensive medical and car insurance, you only have enough money left in your pocket for just one month's expenses.

Saving money?

It's harder than climbing to heaven!

Of course, if you really want to be as frugal as an ascetic and save some cash, that's not impossible.

But in slums, such behavior of flaunting one's wealth is extremely dangerous.

It's like having the words "Come and steal me!" tattooed on your forehead!

You never know when you might get targeted by gang members who are high on drugs.

White people are slightly better off; at most, they'll be robbed at gunpoint.

What if it were a Black or Asian person?

That would most likely mean not only being robbed of the money, but also getting riddled with bullets.

Finally, a small amount of meat fragments were found among a large number of shrapnel fragments.

as predicted.

Hearing that terrifying price of eight thousand US dollars...

Kane was instantly extremely embarrassed, and an unnatural blush even appeared on his cheeks.

"Could...could you make it less?"

Kane lowered his head, his voice barely audible.

"Less? Do you think this is a charity?"

Mike's eyes darted around, then his tone shifted: "So, how much money do you actually have on you right now?"

Kane gritted his teeth, as if he had made a tremendous decision:

"I...I only have less than a thousand cuts left on my body."

Upon hearing this number...

Mike's smile vanished instantly, and his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

"FUCK! You don't even have a thousand dollars, and you dare to come to the doctor like everyone else?"

Mike grumbled and cursed, then cautiously glanced back at Lynn.

After realizing Lynn didn't respond, he extended his hand: "Alright, alright! You're lucky! Hand over the entire thousand dollars first, and we'll settle the rest later with an IOU!"

However, Kane hesitated to make a move when Mike extended his hand.

"I... I can only give you half today."

Kane's eyes darted around in a fierce struggle, and his voice held a hint of pleading hesitation:

Tomorrow is my daughter's sixth birthday, and I promised her I would buy her a brand new limited edition "American Girl" doll...

Upon hearing this, Lynn raised an eyebrow, and the fingers holding the cigarette suddenly paused.

His deep gaze turned to Kane with a hint of surprise.

American Girl dolls are notoriously expensive toys in the United States, with each one costing several hundred dollars.

This guy only has a thousand dollars left in his savings.

They'll use half of it to pay for the surgery, and the other half to buy dolls for their daughter?

This clearly shows that they didn't even intend to save money for their own food.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

Mike immediately became enraged and slammed his hand on the table: "No money for medical treatment, but money to buy plastic toys for this little brat?"

"I swear!"

Kane abruptly raised his head, his eyes filled with unwavering determination: "I will definitely pay it back! I will absolutely not renege on my debt! I swear on my honor!"

"Pah! On this street, your integrity isn't even worth a moldy hot dog!"

Mike scoffed, "Stop talking nonsense! You say you'll pay it back, but how will you pay it back? Can you even go back to doing manual labor with that crippled leg?"

"I have money!"

Kane urgently retorted, "I was discharged due to injury, and I receive disability benefits from the U.S. Veterans Affairs (VA) every month!"

"A full $500 every month! I'll pay you back as soon as the check arrives next month!"

"$500?"

Mike frowned, staring at him suspiciously: "What's your disability rating?"

"A 50% rating," Kane answered truthfully.

"FUCK! You're kidding me!"

Mike glared and immediately cursed, "My own uncle lost three fingers in the explosion, and he was also rated as 50% disabled!"

"He gets almost a thousand dollars a month just lying at home drinking beer! How could you only get five hundred dollars?!"

Faced with Mike's questioning, the atmosphere inside the tent instantly plummeted to freezing point.

Kane kept his head down, his fists clenched so tightly that his fingertips turned slightly white from the force.

a long time.

He managed to squeeze out the words with great difficulty: "I'm divorced."

His voice trembled slightly: "My ex-wife left with our daughter, and... she has never remarried."

hiss……

These words were spoken.

Just moments ago, Mike was arrogant and domineering, but now he was attacked as if his neck had been grabbed.

He suddenly fell silent.

A look of extreme shock and pity flashed across his dark face; he understood instantly.

Lynn's facial expressions also became extremely varied.

I can probably guess what Kane went through.

simply put.

Kane has been dealt a fatal blow by divorce!

In the United States, once a couple divorces...

The law will absolutely favor the so-called "vulnerable groups" and "the parent with the child".

The wife can easily take half or even more of the marital property.

What's even more terrifying is that as long as she doesn't remarry...

As the husband with a source of income, he has to pay exorbitant "spouse support" and "child support" every month without fail!

This is even worse than loan sharking!

This experience is strikingly similar to the crisis faced by famous football star Achraf Hakimi regarding his ex-wife's division of assets.

However, this star player had transferred all his assets to his mother's name beforehand, successfully turning the tables on his exploitative ex-wife.

Kane, in front of us, is clearly being leeched off by his ex-wife.

Even the government's life-saving disability allowance for him was forcibly deducted by half by the court, and the money was directly deposited into his ex-wife's account every month!

"this……"

Mike was stunned after learning the truth and had no idea what to do.

"Boss, this... I can't make that decision."

Mike turned to Lynn with utter helplessness: "You should decide."

Kane also suddenly raised his head, his pale face filled with hope.

Under the watchful eyes of the two men, Lynn forcefully stubbed out the cigarette in his hand.

With his hands in his pockets, he slowly stood up and walked towards Kane.

He looked down at them with a cold gaze.

"Eight thousand cuts?"

Lynn's lips curled into an extremely cold smile: "My medical skills are far more valuable than a beggar's price of eight thousand dollars."

Upon hearing this...

Mike, standing to the side, couldn't help but shudder.

Thinking to myself, "As expected of Mr. Lin! That's fucking ruthless!"

Kane's expression instantly turned extremely grim, and the last glimmer of light in his eyes completely dimmed.

But he gritted his teeth and asked, as if resigned to his fate, "Then... how much do you need?"

Just as Kane's mood plummeted to rock bottom.

Lynn's face, which was as hard as ice, slowly curved upwards.

"This treatment."

Lynn uttered two words calmly: "Free."