I'm building Gundams in America

"Those Mexican bastards didn't hurt you, did they?" David said, looking Wayne up and down with disbelief on his face.

Having lived on the streets for several years, they deeply understand the terror of Latin American gangs.

These drug cartel gangs were extremely brutal in their places of origin, such as Mexico and Colombia, and they brought these brutal methods to the United States.

Compared to them, American gangs seem like a bunch of gentlemen.

Wayne spread his arms, spun around, and said with a smile:

"Is it necessary to take off my clothes for the inspection?"

Then, his expression turned serious, and he shook his head, saying:

"Ahem... I need to make 20000 yuan within a week, otherwise it's hard to say."

Upon hearing this, Mike and David both gasped in disbelief.

Mike gritted his teeth and said:

"Old John only owed a few thousand dollars, how come he's making you pay 20000!?"

David shook his head:

"I knew it... I knew it... those Mexican bastards wouldn't be so kind as to let you go..."

Wayne asked:

"Hey bro, do you guys know any jobs that pay fast?"

Mike and David exchanged a glance and smiled wryly:

"If I had a job like that, would I still be living on the streets with my uncle? But... I used to know a friend who'd been in the bronze scrap business for years, making tens of thousands of dollars a year..."

In recent years, the price of bronze has soared, and tombstones in cemeteries are often decorated with bronze plaques and vases.

Mike's friend was a grave robber and made a small fortune.

Wayne shook his head.

This business requires expertise and large volume; stealing 20000 kilograms of bronze material within a week is quite difficult.

Moreover, cemeteries near Seattle are heavily guarded; you might not steal anything but get caught instead.

Given Wayne's current physical condition, it's simply not feasible for him to do this.

Just then, a violent cough came from inside the tent, followed by the sound of a cup falling to the ground.

The three quickly opened the tent and saw Mike's uncle Raymond with his mouth wide open, his hands gripping his neck, struggling desperately.

"Uncle!" Mike cried out in distress, frantically trying to grab Raymond's hand. "What's wrong?!"

Looking at the other person's appearance, Wayne suddenly activated his [General Practitioner (Intermediate)] skill, and a series of fragmented memories about clinical medicine flooded into his mind.

This knowledge is disorganized and somewhat fragmented, clearly indicating that the original owner was not very serious when studying medicine.

That's enough for the current situation.

A symptom name suddenly popped into Wayne's mind, and he quickly said:

"He's choking! Quick, help him up!"

Mike and David hurriedly helped Raymond up, while Wayne came up behind Raymond, wrapped his arms around Raymond's waist, made a fist with one hand, placed the thumb side of the fist between Raymond's chest and navel, and wrapped the other hand around the fist, quickly thrusting upwards into Raymond's abdomen.

Heimlich maneuver.

Sure enough, after Wayne made a dozen or so forceful thrusts, old Raymond let out a "whoosh" and a meatball shot out of his mouth and landed on the ground.

"Huff...huff...huff..." Old Raymond gasped for breath, his voice trembling, "God, I almost suffocated..."

Mike quickly asked:

"Raymond, are you choking? Good heavens, I thought you were having pneumonia or a heart attack..."

"After taking Wayne's medicine, I feel absolutely better now...cough cough..." Raymond said, then looked at Wayne gratefully with tears in his eyes: "Kid, thanks to you, otherwise I might be dead..."

"Uncle Raymond, you're welcome." Wayne nodded, then frowned and said, "Mike, bro, don't you even know the Heimlich maneuver?"

Mike was taken aback:

"What is the Heimlich maneuver? You mean the technique you just used? Bro, that was really impressive! If it weren't for you, I might have lost my uncle."

Wayne then realized that the medical knowledge of ordinary Americans was shockingly lacking.

Suddenly, something occurred to him, and he asked:

"Don't people understand medical knowledge? If they're sick, don't they just search for medical information on their phones?"

David, standing to the side, shook his head and said:

"Online searches only lead to private hospitals. ChatGPT's medical Q&A function used to be quite good, but it has been completely shut down recently. It is said that it was warned by medical groups and some well-known doctors, who were worried that incorrect answers would lead to misdiagnosis and affect everyone's health."

Wayne instantly understood what was going on.

AI's diagnostic answers should be able to cover most diseases, but if AI is used for everything, who will still go to the hospital for a consultation?

How can they possibly issue exorbitant medical bills?

How can I take painkillers?

Ordinary people must be completely ignorant of medicine, idiots who have absolutely no medical knowledge, so that pharmaceutical companies can frantically leech off profits.

Just then, David took out a bottle of medicine from his pocket, casually picked up a pill and swallowed it.

Wayne suddenly felt that the words on it looked familiar, and quickly reached out and said:

"Hey bro, can I take a look at this bottle of medicine?"

David handed the medicine to Wayne and said:

"This is a special medication for severe asthma prescribed by the doctor. I waited in line for half a year last year before I could finally see a doctor and get the prescription. Is there a problem?"

Wayne stared at the letters on the medicine bottle in his hand, his hands trembling slightly, and said:

"No problem, this is good medicine, absolutely good medicine."

Dexamethasone!

This is actually the hormone drug dexamethasone!

At this moment, Mike gritted his teeth, pulled a roll of money from his undergarments, and handed it to Wayne, saying:

"Bro, this is the money I've saved, a total of $1800. That's all we have. Let's think of a way together in the next few days to see if we can raise $20000 to pay back Daddy..."

Wayne took a deep breath, pushed Mike's hand back towards the money, and said:

"No need, brother, no need. I want to know, how do people usually see a doctor without insurance? I know there are some illnesses that even middle-class people with houses and jobs can't afford. Are there any affordable doctors in the community who work independently?"

Mike was taken aback, wondering why Wayne was asking this, but he still lowered his voice and said:

"Of course, my uncle had a fever last time and went to see an unlicensed doctor. It cost $300 each time, which isn't cheap, but it's much cheaper than at the hospital... After all, my uncle and I don't have health insurance anymore... Why are you asking about this?"

Upon hearing this, Wayne looked at the fish in his hand, which contained antibiotics and dexamethasone, and could hardly contain his excitement.

Antibiotics plus dexamethasone: the two magic weapons of Dongda rural doctors.

Seattle's streets will soon welcome its own medical god.