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

Night fell heavily.

Seattle highways.

The distant sky was cut into mottled patches of color by neon lights and fog.

A damp sea breeze swept by, carrying with it the pungent smells of coffee and gasoline from the streets.

As a halogen headlight illuminated the road, a dilapidated Camry slowly appeared.

Click! Click!

The exhaust pipe coughed like a tuberculosis patient, exhibiting irregular vibrations.

Lynn didn't care at all.

He rested one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand out the window.

It seems to be playing with the shape of an air cup...

Size 80, B cup.

Lynn smiled, recalling a scene from a movie.

Snapped!

Lynn lit a cigarette for himself; he was in a very good mood.

It wasn't just a severe revenge against Jack Ma.

Also because of the [General Practice (Elementary)] skill that was drawn.

This survival skill filled him with hope for the future.

At least from now on, he won't have to do the dishwashing anymore.

And what excited him even more was...

This is just the beginning.

The point is not to express gratitude to LV1.

Keep collecting gratitude; you might even be able to extract other survival skills.

Or it could be an upgrade to [General Practice (Beginner)].

"Oh, right."

Thinking of this, Lynn suddenly recalled the emotions she had gathered when she looked down at Jack Ma at the Jack Ma restaurant.

Anger and fear.

With a thought, Lynn summoned the control panel.

[Host] Lynn

[Age] 30 years old

[Height] 183cm

【Weight】 53kg

【已解锁情绪】感恩 LV1（0/200）、愤怒 LV0（20/100）、恐惧 LV0（10/100）

[Skill] General Medicine (Beginner)

"..."

"really."

Lynn's eyes sparkled for a fleeting moment.

Anger and fear can indeed be upgraded.

"I wonder what survival skills can be obtained from the emotions of [anger] and [fear]."

Lynn raised her eyelids slightly, a vague premonition in her heart.

The skills extracted from emotions like anger and fear are definitely very different from those derived from gratitude.

"I hope it's a combat-oriented one, or one that enhances physical abilities."

Looking down at his still frail body, Lynn thought to himself.

Since you've decided to become an unlicensed doctor, there's bound to be danger.

Good physical fitness and fighting skills can ensure that you are not injured.

In America, a country that believes in the strong, individual strength is always the most important thing.

"Anyone proficient in firearms can kill," Lynn muttered to himself, adding.

The saying goes, "A gun is fast from seven paces away, and within seven paces, it is both fast and accurate."

All the fear stems from insufficient firepower.

With good fortune in hand, all people are equal.

"Yes, let's plan slowly and take it one step at a time."

Bringing his wandering thoughts back, Lynn gradually quickened his pace.

……

Forty minutes later.

The Camry, wobbling precariously, drove into the Dengtashan community.

Although the houses here are not luxurious and some are quite dilapidated, they are a paradise compared to the slums.

呲——

With a screeching sound of brakes, Lynn pulled the car over to the side of the road.

Before even getting out of the car, I noticed that the lights were on on the first floor of Mrs. Hill's house.

"Isn't it supposed to be another week before you come back?"

Lynn frowned, her expression slightly strange, and subconsciously touched her wallet in her pocket.

If Jack Ma hadn't "generously" settled the bill at the standard wage...

He may still be unable to pay his rent today.

"Oh."

With a self-deprecating laugh, Lynn stepped forward and rang the doorbell.

There was no response for several seconds.

Just as Lynn was about to try again, she suddenly realized that the door was not closed.

After a moment's hesitation, he tentatively pushed the door open.

The moment the door opened, a smell mixed with medical alcohol and vomit hit us.

The room was a complete mess.

A slender and graceful figure occupied the large velvet sofa.

"Katie?"

Lynn quickly recognized the girl as Mrs. Hill's proud daughter, who was a cheerleader.

The other person was still wearing the JK uniform issued by the school.

But at this moment, the lace trim at the hem was soaked with sweat and stuck tightly to the skin.

The white lace stockings were soaked with sweat and became almost transparent, even slipping down to the ankles.

A pair of straight, slender, and beautifully shaped legs were curled up together.

They squeezed and rubbed against each other forcefully in an uncomfortable, even somewhat self-destructive, manner.

Each friction was accompanied by a weak, intermittent moan that couldn't be suppressed deep in her throat: "Ugh..."

It was only then that Lynn noticed that Katie's entire face was flushed.

Her long, golden hair was soaked with sweat and clung messily to her cheeks and neck.

His forehead was covered with an ice pack, and his face was as pale as paper.

It looks like he has a fever.

Lynn looked at Katie lying on the sofa, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.

In my memory, this spoiled teenage girl was always very rude to him, her Asian tenant.

Every time we meet, she either rolls her eyes or makes sarcastic remarks; she's a complete delinquent.

Lynn's gaze shifted sideways.

The woman kneeling anxiously beside the sofa was Mrs. Hill.

The other person hadn't even had time to change out of their evening gown, and the glittering gold necklace beneath the deep V-neck swayed restlessly with their rapid breathing.

Clutching the crucifix, he stammered incoherently towards the sky, "...God...please have mercy...who can help my little Katie..."

"Mrs. Hill, what happened?"

Lynn stepped forward, trying to keep her voice calm.

He didn't want to be shot dead by Mrs. Hill as an intruder.

He knew that a rifle was hidden in a wooden box at the corner of the stairs.

In the United States, a home is considered private property.

The homeowner has every reason to shoot anyone who breaks in without permission.

Police officers without a legitimate reason are no exception.

"Lin! Oh God! Lin! Please, help Katie! She...she's in bad shape! Really, really bad!"

Upon seeing Lynn, Mrs. Hill rushed towards him as if she had grasped a lifeline.

Fear +10

Her expensive deep V-neck evening gown was already very form-fitting.

At this moment, the intense and rapid movements caused the fabric to press against her full figure, outlining a dangerous silhouette.

"What's going on?" Lynn frowned.

Mrs. Hill's ample breasts pressed deeply against his arms, making his erection throb slightly.

"Fever! 39.8!"

"Nonsense, that's why I had a fever." Lynn's expression turned serious.

Mrs. Hill was taken aback, seemingly not expecting Lynn's attitude to be so assertive.

I was clearly timid and hesitant before.

But she can't worry about that right now.

Mrs. Hill pursed her lips and quickly organized her thoughts:

"I don't know either... Katie only swam for a few hours at night, and she's swum before without any problems. Oh, right..."

Mrs. Hill looked slightly embarrassed: "It's Katie's period recently, could it be related to that?"

"..."

Lynn paused for a moment, then said, "What else?"

Even white people can't stand taking cold showers during their period.

"39.8, what are you waiting for? Go see a doctor right away!"

Considering that Mrs. Hill had always treated him well, Lynn did not intend to stand idly by.

"Doctor? That damn family doctor said to just take some ibuprofen and wait until tomorrow, and if I want to see a doctor immediately, I should call an ambulance!"

Mrs. Hill's tone was filled with deep sorrow.

Lynn remained silent.

An ambulance? Those are luxury items that start at $5.

This is far beyond what an ordinary family can afford.

After a moment's hesitation, Lynn quickly made a decision.

Taking a step back and withdrawing his hand, Lynn looked directly into Mrs. Hill's eyes, his voice not loud but extremely authoritative:

"Mrs. Hill, if you trust me, I can offer treatment."