NABC If I really explain Chapter 4, you'll get upset again.
If I really explain Chapter 4, you'll get upset again.
Being a primary care physician has always been a profession that makes it easy to win people's hearts.
At Xida University, community doctors have always been one of the core elements that unite the grassroots community.
At Dongda University, more than two thousand years ago, a Heavenly General proved what kind of waves medical skills combined with supernatural powers could create.
Moreover, Zhang Jiao could only use his medical skills to feign supernatural powers.
However, Chen Yisen can use supernatural powers to pretend to have medical skills.
The advantage lies with me!
However, Chen Yisen was not blinded by his brief moment of ecstasy.
Compared to simply and directly allocating skill points, this hero's abilities lean more towards command and leadership, in other words, making them a late-game hero with a long development period.
So we can't rush things; we need to stabilize the community doctors and body collectors first.
And there are a whole host of other issues.
What exactly is this "humanity anchor point"?
Did I get some kind of illness?
Or was it caused by previous drug trials?
What would happen if it became 0?
I'm not going to be human anymore?
Many questions swirled in Chen Yisen's mind, but reality did not give him much time to think.
A sound of a lock being turned came from outside the door.
The next second, the old door was pushed open again.
Chen Yisen had nowhere to hide and knew that he could only bluff in this situation.
Then he turned around and asked sternly:
"Who is it?"
A burly Latino man standing in the doorway was also startled by the figure in the house, and asked almost in unison:
"Who?"
However, he immediately encountered the same problem as Chen Yisen had just faced.
And because they weren't wearing masks, the reaction was even stronger.
"Cough...cough...Holy crap, what the hell is this smell?"
The tense atmosphere from just moments ago instantly turned somewhat comical.
"I'm a doctor, you can't come in now!"
This is where Chen Yisen's status gives him an advantage.
At least in front of the vast majority of people, they can still hold their own.
The burly Latino man, who hadn't quite recovered, was indeed intimidated and found himself in a dilemma.
But he quickly composed himself, covered his mouth and nose with his left sleeve and walked into the room, while pulling a gun from his back waist with his right hand.
After hesitating for a moment, he ultimately did not point the finger at Chen Yisen, but only verbally threatened him:
"I don't care who you are, this guy is mine, get lost!"
The guy is a straightforward person; he doesn't play games and gets straight to the point.
Chen Yisen glanced at the Glock in the other person's hand.
It's definitely the real deal.
He really wanted to gamble that the gun was empty.
But I dare not.
"Bro, listen to me," Chen Yisen quickly organized his thoughts, "This is a very complicated situation, you can't handle it yourself, why don't we work together..."
His original plan was to settle for second best and use the information advantage he had to split the cost with the other party.
Before he could finish speaking, he heard another series of chaotic thumping sounds.
Then, the door was slammed violently.
"Bang bang bang—"
"NYPD, open the door!"
???
Chen Yisen was completely numb.
Is this place so lively tonight?
The Latino guy opposite him turned deathly pale in an instant, and his hand holding the gun began to tremble.
Seeing this, Chen Yisen immediately understood that the cops had followed the other party.
He completely lost his composure:
"You don't even know how to wag your tail?"
As a licensed and legitimate doctor, Chen Yisen wouldn't be convicted unless he actually loaded the body into his car.
But he's currently hovering near the threshold of being killed, and even being asked to assist in an investigation would be extremely troublesome.
Moreover, the police will almost certainly take the body away, which would mean his loan would be impossible to secure.
Even in his past life, Chen Yisen couldn't understand why some Americans would ignore warnings and insist on racing against police bullets.
Now, I finally understand a little bit.
"I……"
Before the other party could say anything more, the NYPD outside had already lost patience.
The announcement just now was merely a formality.
The rammed door smashed open.
Several armed police officers in bulletproof vests filed in, while another group stood in the corridor outside, which seemed to number quite a few.
Without saying a word, the Latin guy quickly threw the Glock, which was wrapped in duct tape, to the ground and then covered his head with his hands.
The movements were exceptionally skillful.
However, upon turning around and seeing the face of the leading policeman, his expression immediately brightened.
Clearly, the two were old acquaintances.
But the next instant, the words he blurted out made Chen Yisen curse him as an idiot in his heart.
"Officer Enstrom, you..."
Judging from his age, Officer Engstrom is only a Level 3 or Level 2 detective.
Such a large-scale unified operation requires at least one deputy captain to command it.
Revealing their acquaintance abruptly would not only be unhelpful to the situation, but could even backfire...
Sure enough, the opponent immediately turned red and unleashed a series of attacks with his extendable baton.
One blow to the mouth prevents begging for mercy; two blows to the legs prevent escape; three blows to the head prevent thinking.
Then, they dragged the Latin guy outside.
Only four other police officers and Chen Yisen by the bed remained in the room.
If there's anything good about being yellow-skinned in America, it's this kind of situation.
The police considered it to be a very low threat.
Two of them even put their guns away.
At the same time, a crisp female voice, accompanied by hurried footsteps, burst into the room:
"We have received a report that there is illegal body trafficking and desecration of corpses here. Please show your identification and explain why you are here."
She was a woman wearing a suit.
She looks like the kind of girl who just came back from a beach volleyball game or an apple orchard.
Her skin tone is healthy and vibrant, exuding an approachable charm that puts people at ease.
Her long, light chestnut hair was styled into a high ponytail, extending from the adjustment opening at the back of her baseball cap, and lightening slightly at the ends, creating a perfectly balanced highlighting effect.
A classic American sweetheart look.
But he was wearing an FBI badge around his neck.
Michaela Sims.
In the United States, federal police and local police are not subordinate to each other, but the former still has the authority to coordinate and intervene in major cases.
The so-called "illegal corpse trade and desecration of corpses" do not even come close to this level.
So there must be something else going on here.
If he is really taken away, he probably won't be able to get out in just a few hours.
Chen Yisen knew that he only had one path left to take—
To fundamentally deny everything.
[Awakening: The Unified Body]
[Humanity Anchor Point: 60 (100)]
[Control capacity: 2 (3)]
The moment he made that decision, a flood of memories and emotions rushed into his mind, even causing him to feel a slight throbbing pain.
Joey Koser, an ordinary Brazilian-American auto mechanic.
She is an orphan and has a sister named Amanda Coser.
Although car repair is a tough job, it's definitely a high-paying profession.
So with this skill, Joey can not only support himself, but also support his sister's living expenses, allowing the latter to borrow less student loans.
About six months ago, he was traveling to Maryland to visit his sister when he was stopped by police on the road because his license plate number resembled that of a fugitive suspect, and he was asked to show his driver's license.
Joey did as instructed.
However, in the United States, once you provide identification as required, it means admitting that you are a criminal suspect and acquiescing to any subsequent restrictions on personal freedom imposed by the police.
He was thus temporarily arrested.
Although being arrested does not equate to being guilty, Joey, who was short of money, simply could not afford to wait in jail for months or even a year until his trial.
He had no choice but to pay a hefty bail through a bail bond company to regain his freedom.
Nevertheless, the ordeal that followed over the next few months caused him to lose his job at the auto repair shop and incur a large debt.
Desperate, Joey had no choice but to change careers. Through the "Latin King" gang he had once joined, he was introduced to a small promoter and started fighting in underground boxing matches, relying on his large size.
Unfortunately, despite his good physique, he had never systematically trained in combat sports, and what's worse, his reaction speed and body coordination were not good enough, so he was simply not cut out for boxing.
So, after winning against several opponents who were significantly smaller than himself, he quickly fell into a losing streak. And boxing is a high-energy activity, so his income couldn't even cover his nutritional expenses.
Just then, perhaps feeling that Joey had a good foundation, the Latin Kings pointed him to a high-risk, high-reward path.
Human trial volunteers.
An organization called the Longitudinal Epigenetics Consortium is developing a technology that can improve human coordination and reaction speed. It has reached the clinical validation stage and urgently needs test subjects.
If it really works, even if I don't become a boxing champion, I can at least get into lower-level events like the Ring of Combat or Cage Fury Fighting Championships, which will definitely earn me more than I used to do repairing cars.
The last clear image in my memory is from a drug test for which I had signed a contract...
[Last Wish: To save the brothers in the Latin King's gang...]
……
?
Joey's memories of the period before his death were very confused, and even his last wish left Chen Yisen baffled.
What are we saving?
How can we save him?
Who exactly are "brothers" referring to?
But now is clearly not the time to delve into these matters.
Knowing the basic information about this unfortunate guy is enough.
"No, officer, I don't know what you're talking about."
Joey's memory has shown that when faced with clear charges from the police, rashly handing over identification is tantamount to suicide.
So he simply took off his mask, deliberately showing a bewildered expression: "There are no corpses here at all."
Michaela frowned upon hearing this, and the muscles in her cheeks twitched a few times.
Because of her overly sweet appearance, she has encountered many suspects who tried to deceive her or provoke her.
Without exception, they all learned a painful lesson.
"Do you fucking think I'm a virgin?" Michaela blurted out, a profanity completely at odds with her appearance, and gestured with her chin toward the man on the bed. "If this isn't a corpse, what else could it be...?"
"..."
The next moment, she fell silent.
Their movements froze in place.
Because Joey, who had been looking like a dead man just moments before (after all, he was a dead man to begin with), suddenly rolled over and then shakily got up.
His face was full of confusion.
"Why... are there so many people?"
???
Now, it was Michaela and the police officers' turn to be dumbfounded.
Chen Yisen helplessly shrugged.
See, even if I explain it, you'll still be unhappy.