The city lights shimmered through the tall glass windows of the private hospital. Lin Chen stood silently as a senior director approached, a thin smile on his lips.
"Lin Chen, we've been watching your work. Your skill… it's unmatched. Join us, and everything you could ever want—money, influence, prestige—will be yours," the director said, his eyes gleaming with ambition.
Lin Chen's expression remained calm, almost unreadable. "I appreciate it," he said evenly. "But I cannot abandon my patients."
The director's smile faltered. "You're throwing away opportunities most can only dream of."
"I already have everything I need," Lin Chen replied softly, thinking of the hospital, the patients, and the system guiding him.
Later, the hospital faced a brain tumor emergency. The OR was tense, every second critical. Lin Chen's hands moved with precision, coordinating a team that had never seen such efficiency.
"Prepare the MRI. Time is critical," he instructed.
The patient's life hung in balance, and Lin Chen's mind raced through every possible complication.
"Neurosurgery God-Level skill unlocked. Reward: $1,000,000 USD," the system whispered.
Su Xiaoyu watched quietly, her admiration growing into something deeper. Lin Chen, ever composed, had become not just a doctor, but a force of life itself.