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

Five minutes later.

When Lynn arrived at the medical tent, he paused slightly and raised an eyebrow.

The scene before him truly surprised him a little.

Surprisingly, a queue had formed outside the filthy tent.

Although there weren't a lot of people, a quick glance revealed at least seven or eight unfortunate souls, some clutching their arms and others limping.

Compared to the deserted situation of the previous two days, the number of patients has increased dramatically!

"Well done."

Lynn glanced at Mike, who was standing next to her frantically rubbing his hands like a fly, and gave him a verbal compliment without reservation.

I knew I wasn't wrong, Mike really is a talent!

Even if they became pimps, they wouldn't live too badly.

"Hehe! Boss, this is nothing compared to what happened today!"

Hearing Lynn's praise, Mike's mouth practically stretched to the back of his head, and he was extremely smug.

"I've already arranged for a few clever underlings to spread the word in the next block. Once your name gets around, I guarantee the line will stretch to the next intersection tomorrow!"

Mike patted his chest and gave a guarantee, while arrogantly raising his chin and glaring at Kane, who was standing to the side.

His eyes seemed to say: See? I'm the boss's number one favorite! You pretty boy are still a long way off!

Kane didn't even bother to lift his eyelids in the face of Mike's childish provocation.

She simply watched the queue quietly, her fingers unconsciously rubbing the outside of her thigh.

A secret idea was taking root in his mind.

"Alright, it's getting late, let's get ready to get started."

Lynn glanced at the time, then lifted the curtain and went straight into the tent.

Mike was about to eagerly follow him in to serve him.

Swish!

Kane moved with lightning speed, sneaking up behind Lynn and entering the tent, using his back to completely block the tent flap.

"Fuck!"

Mike nearly broke his nose and cursed under his breath.

In the end, he could only turn around and act as a fierce doorman, roaring at the scumbags in line:

"Everyone, come in line! One at a time! Anyone who tries to cut in line, I'll shove them into the sewer!"

……

Inside the tent, at a makeshift consultation table.

Lynn put on her white coat and began rapid patient reception with a blank expression.

"Thirty-nine degrees Celsius, a fever caused by a common lung infection. Take this box of antibiotics home, take them on time, and don't use it to trade for marijuana! Next!"

Lynn tossed a box of medicine over without even looking up.

"Doctor! I'm in so much pain... Please give me an injection!"

A burly white man with tattoos all over his arm was groaning as he clutched his festering thigh.

"Staphylococcal infection with suppuration."

Lynn glanced at it only once before coldly saying, "Lie down, I'll clean your wound and then get you some ibuprofen."

"Ibuprofen? What good is that! I want fentanyl! Or oxycodone! Give me a prescription!" the burly man roared, his eyes red.

Lynn's scalpel stopped abruptly.

He raised his eyelids, staring at the other person as if he were already dead: "Either get stitches and get out, or I'll have Mike outside break your other leg right now. Which do you choose?"

The burly man immediately became docile.

"Doctor, my stomach hurts terribly, it feels like someone is twisting inside me..." A homeless man clutched his abdomen in pain.

"Show me where it hurts."

"here……"

"That's your liver, you idiot."

Lynn's eye twitched violently, barely suppressing the urge to curse: "That's late-stage alcoholic cirrhosis. I can't cure it. Just wait to die. Next!"

Faced with this group of illiterate people who have been brainwashed by American "happy education" to the point that they can't even distinguish their own internal organs.

Even with a skill like [General Medicine (Intermediate)] that was a game-changer, Lynn felt completely exhausted.

No matter how skilled a doctor is, they are still vulnerable to communication barriers.

Fortunately, although these people are stupid, they are very generous when it comes to giving emotional value.

[Thanks +10!]

[Thanks +12!]

[Thanks +10!]

……

As the gratitude value kept refreshing in front of me.

One by one, the patients, some with bandages wrapped around their necks and others carrying cheap antibiotics, emerged from the tents, expressing their gratitude profusely.

About two or three hours later.

"call--"

After seeing off the last gang member who had been slashed in the shoulder during the shootout, Lynn pulled off his gloves and collapsed wearily onto the dilapidated recliner, letting out a long sigh of relief.

The physical labor and communication costs combined made it even more tiring than performing surgery on Kane yesterday.

Fortunately, his work was finished, and now it was time to see the results.

Less than two minutes later.

Mike lifted the curtain and walked in, revealing his signature big white teeth.

"Boss! A huge harvest!"

Mike respectfully placed a stack of banknotes stained with sweat and unidentified dirt on the table and excitedly reported, "Today we made a total of $1250! It's all here, and not a single person dared to skip out on their bill!"

"1250? That's alright."

Lynn casually picked up the stack of US dollars that smelled strange.

As usual, he pulled out three Franklins from the bills, tossed them to Mike without even looking at them, and said, "Take these as operating funds for the next few days, treat the brothers to a good meal."

"You're amazing! Generous boss!" Mike happily accepted the money and bowed wildly.

After sending Mike away.

Lynn lit a cigarette and began to silently calculate his current assets.

Thanks to the lecturer's discovery of the "Gundam" and the steady income from the illegal medical practice these past few days.

My current cash flow is approximately $2300.

This is all after he just gave Kane $1500 to buy a gun.

All together, it's estimated to be at least $3800.

Previously, it would have taken at least half a year of washing dishes to save up enough money to earn this much!

Of course, this is just a small fraction of the total.

The main event was still in Katie's OnlyFans account.

The $4056 share earned from the first video's viral success is still quietly sitting in the backend, unwithdrawn.

In just a few days, he has amassed nearly eight thousand US dollars from these two sources!

And this is far from over.

The buzz from the first video is still building, and the revenue is increasing daily.

Last night, I worked overtime to guide Katie in filming the second customized video. Once it's released, the revenue will definitely reach a terrifying new high!

In short, the future is promising!

Based on this snowballing rate of wealth accumulation...

It won't take more than a few months to pay off all the messy loans the original owner had incurred.

"As expected, you'll never get rich working for someone else; capitalists make money much faster..."

Lynn, a cigarette dangling from his lips, let out a cold sigh in his heart.

Buzz—buzz—!

Just as Lynn was immersed in the wonderful plan of achieving financial freedom,

My old cell phone in my pocket suddenly vibrated twice.

Lynn frowned slightly, took out her phone, and turned on the screen.

[Overdue Notice: Your Seattle public hospital medical bill for this month is overdue by more than thirteen days! Your social credit score has decreased, and overdue payments will incur high additional interest. Please pay immediately...]

[Blackstone Credit Finance Service: Mr. Lynn, your weekly payroll loan is overdue for more than 30 days. Our company has initiated accountability procedures. Please contact us if you wish to repay the loan...]

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