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

hiss--

Looking at the two winding lines outside the medical tent, like a long dragon.

Even though Lynn had prepared herself mentally on the way here, she still couldn't help but gasp.

There's no need to count them; a rough look reveals a dense, dark mass that's enough to make your scalp tingle.

The group was full of bizarre and wonderful people, resembling an American version of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival".

There was a black guy wearing a baggy hoodie with a wandering gaze, a white redneck with rotten teeth and skin as rough as sandpaper, and even a Latino covered in exaggerated tattoos.

Not only their clothing, but their demeanor is also incredibly varied.

Some could barely stand only with the help of their companions, while others swayed unsteadily as if they had an epileptic seizure and couldn't even open their eyes.

Some people can still chat and laugh even though their arm bones are folded at an extremely bizarre angle...

Lynn even saw a pregnant woman with a huge belly smoking a thin Marlboro cigarette.

The air was thick with the smell of cheap perfume and sweat, and a suffocating sense of chaos and disorder washed over you.

Upon seeing this, Lynn subconsciously furrowed his brows deeply.

He then turned to look at Kane behind him: "Did you call all of these?"

Kane answered truthfully: "Only a small portion were people I knew from my previous underworld days. The majority of the rest... were brought in by Mike's loud voice spreading rumors everywhere."

Although he and Mike were rivals who disliked each other, he disdained to lie about such things.

"Hmm, looks like I'm going to break my back again today."

Lynn rubbed his temples and sighed, then lifted the curtain and entered the tent.

"Ah! Give me medicine! Give me medicine! I'm dying!"

Just then, a shrill scream suddenly came from the middle of the line.

Suddenly, a gaunt, sunken-eyed drug addict began to experience withdrawal symptoms, frantically shoving those around him as if he had lost control, causing quite a commotion.

Seeing this, before Lynn could react...

Kane, who was standing to the side, suddenly narrowed his eyes and pounced out like a cheetah.

He grabbed a baseball bat from beside the tent and his figure blurred into a blur.

First, he delivered an extremely tricky kick to the addict's knee joint, and as the addict screamed and knelt down, he raised the baseball high in his hand.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three strikes in a second, each avoiding vital points, yet precisely hitting the most painful joints!

In the blink of an eye, the drug addict who had been struggling frantically was completely subdued like a dead dog.

He lay on the ground, convulsing in pain, unable to utter a sound.

This swift, decisive, ruthless action instantly startled the surrounding patients, causing them to take three steps back.

"Boss, it's done."

Kane threw down the baseball bat and immediately turned to look at Lynn, his tone as calm as if he had just crushed a cockroach.

"Mm." Lynn nodded slightly.

It's clear that three strikes per second is far from Kane's limit.

Kane definitely has the potential to be a young star.

After a pause, Lynn's sharp gaze swept across the noisy crowd like a blade, instantly spreading a sense of oppression:

"Listen up! This is a clinic, and no addicts are welcome! Anyone who's high and trying to scam painkillers and fentanyl from me, get off this street right now!"

Although he is now engaged in illegal medical practices, he despises these good-for-nothing scum.

This group of bastards not only have so many diseases they're like biological weapons, but nine out of ten of them are people whose mothers have gone to great lengths to trick them into giving them psychiatric drugs.

Let's leave it at that when my career was just starting out.

Business is booming right now, and we're almost running out of antibiotics and painkillers for regular trauma patients, so we can't afford to waste them on them!

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd fell silent.

However, no drug addicts emerged from the group.

"Do I need to repeat myself?" Lynn's expression darkened.

Kane was a ruthless man of few words. Noticing this scene, he strode forward without saying a word.

He swung the stick and smashed it hard on the knee of another black man who was clearly still under the influence of drugs and had a dazed look in his eyes!

"ah!!"

With a heart-wrenching wail, the black man collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud, clutching his shattered knees and rolling around in agony.

Kane looked down at his opponent, his tone icy:

"Didn't you hear what the boss said?! Are your ears stuffed with shit?! Don't you even know what fucking respect is?!"

Seeing this, the drug addicts in the group who had been trying to play dumb finally couldn't hold back anymore.

Under Kane's murderous gaze, seven or eight skinny guys stepped forward from the line.

A group of people huddled together, trembling, like a flock of quails waiting to be slaughtered.

"Boss, what should we do with these people?" Kane turned to look at Lynn and bowed slightly.

Lynn glanced at them indifferently without saying a word, but the oppressive aura of his superiority weighed on everyone's hearts like an invisible mountain.

Fear +5

Fear +5

Fear +5

"..."

……

The fear level suddenly spiked.

"Um?"

Lynn's eyes lit up; he hadn't expected such an unexpected surprise!

A full thirty points of fear, that's incredible!

A few seconds later, realizing that her emotions were no longer being refreshed, Lynn completely lost interest and waved her hand impatiently as if shooing away a fly.

Seeing this, Kane pointed his baseball bat at the street corner and coldly uttered a single word: "Get lost!"

The addicts, feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, immediately fled the scene in a panic, scrambling and urinating as they went, without looking back.

……

Seeing that the matter was perfectly resolved, Lynn dusted off his clothes and strode into the medical tent.

Kane stood closely behind Lynn, like a fearsome god.

Soon, Kane's cold voice came from outside the tent: "The first one!"

"Doctor! Mr. Lin, help!"

A muscular, bear-like white man sat down with a mournful face.

"What's wrong?" Lynn asked without looking up.

"I haven't been able to... lately. When I'm with my girlfriend, it only takes ten seconds, and my penis has shrunk a lot lately..." the burly man stammered, his eyes darting around.

Lynn glanced at his unusually swollen pectoral muscles and sneered:

"You've taken several times more steroids than a breeding bull in Texas! Those two balls of yours are probably shrunk to the size of peanuts by now, aren't they?"

"No...that's impossible! I swear, I used the minimum dosage recommended on the fitness forum!" The burly man was shocked.

"Minimum dose? That's for cattle! Stop the medication immediately, or next month I'll just take a scalpel and castrate you. Next!"

"..."

"Doctor, please prescribe some strong painkillers for me." Following closely behind was a heavily made-up pregnant woman with a large belly.

"Painkillers, you're not thinking of getting an abortion, are you?" Lynn asked with a scrutinizing look.

At this age, he couldn't think of any reason why the other person needed painkillers.

The pregnant woman rolled her eyes, somewhat speechless: "Who's going to have an abortion? I have to work as a prostitute tonight!"

"You look like you're about to give birth!"

Lynn's brows furrowed into a knot, her lips twitching violently: "You're so heavily pregnant and still want to entertain clients? Are you out of your mind?"

"Stop talking nonsense! It's precisely because of the big belly that those perverted old men with special fetishes are offering higher prices!" The pregnant woman seemed very impatient.

Lynn sighed and firmly refused: "No way. In your current physical condition, entertaining customers is tantamount to suicide. Get out."

"Why should you tell me what to do! This is discrimination!"

The pregnant woman screamed as if her tail had been stepped on: "Why can you men create value with your hands, but we women can't earn money with our bodies? Not letting me sell myself is depriving me of my reproductive rights and my right to work! You wait, I'm going to sue you for discrimination against women! I'm going to expose you, this quack doctor, to an NGO!"

"Kane, throw her out." Lynn waved his hand helplessly.

"..."

"Ouch... Mr. Lynn, my arm..." A black boy with dreadlocks clutched his bleeding arm.

"A minor penetrating wound, without damaging the bone."

Lynn glanced at it and picked up a bottle of strong medical alcohol: "Bear with it, I don't have any extra anesthetic here."

"Sizzle—"

"Ah!!! God! It hurts so much!" the younger brother screamed in agony.

"If you call me again, I'll sew your mouth shut. Next!"

"..."

"Thank you, Mr. Lynn! God bless you!"

"You damned quack doctor, I'm going to report you!"

"Thank you, Dr. Lin, you are such a kind person!"

"..."

[Thanksgiving +10]

[Anger +10]

[Thanksgiving +10]

"..."

As each patient emerged from the tent, the emotional state continued to improve.

Time slipped away second by second amidst this intense, non-stop work.

After distributing the supplies, Mike also eagerly came over to act as the accountant.

Kane stood behind Lynn like a shadow guard, overseeing everything. The three of them had a clear division of labor and worked together seamlessly.

Because the [General Practice] skill was just upgraded to advanced level yesterday, the diagnosis speed is much faster than yesterday.

Noon arrived quickly, and the patients waiting outside had already digested more than half of their food.

"Gurgle~"

At that very moment, Lynn's stomach began to protest very loudly.

……