The American kill line? I, a demon hunter, don't eat beef.

Chapter 38 America's "Free" Healthcare

Upon hearing this, Zhou Feng sighed and thought to himself that this person was incredibly stupid. If Grace hadn't been there, he would have really wanted to take action.

But then I thought, if he believed those public intellectuals' opinions and went all the way from China to the United States, how smart could he be?

Zhou Feng felt relieved, but he still walked up with a cold face and kicked Wang Yunxiao to the ground.

The yellow leather shoe stepped on the other person's chest, the terrifying force rendering him unable to move an inch.

"What do you think you're doing! I'm warning you, this is America! If you touch me, I'll call the police."

Wang Yunxiao looked extremely panicked. He never expected that Zhou Feng would dare to attack him directly in broad daylight, so he could only threaten to call the police.

"Go ahead and call the police right now. Let's see if the police will arrest you, an undocumented immigrant, or me, a model citizen!"

As he spoke, Zhou Feng spat at him with utter disdain:

"What makes you think American law will protect you, a penniless, undocumented person?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Yunxiao was stunned for a moment, feeling that what Zhou Feng said made a lot of sense, and his belief in the American Dream wavered for a moment.

But it was only for a moment; he soon began to make amends for his image of America.

He gripped Zhou Feng's leather shoes tightly with both hands and roared at the top of his lungs:

"That's different! The United States has been so tolerant in accepting so many immigrants from all over the world that it's inevitable that they will sometimes be negligent in law enforcement."

"But as a genius among Asians comparable to Musk, I'm sure I'll receive preferential treatment here."

Zhou Feng remained silent, only silently increasing the pressure of his foot, until Wang Yunxiao's face turned pale and his knuckles creaked under the strain, before finally releasing his foot.

He rolled his eyes, utterly speechless.

"The remote breeding technology of Da Liangmiao is becoming more and more mature, and it has actually made your dog so loyal and protective of its owner."

Zhou Feng was too lazy to waste his breath on this kind of person.

"I don't care what you're thinking, just get lost. Hitting you is a waste of my energy. Don't let me see you again!"

"roll!"

The foot in front of his chest was moved away, and Wang Yunxiao immediately stood up, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at Zhou Feng, his fists clenched tightly, and he was breathing heavily.

Zhou Feng raised an eyebrow.

"Still want to make a move?"

Unexpectedly, Wang Yunxiao took a few steps back and pointed at Zhou Feng.

"Fine, I'll get out!!!"

Then he turned to run, but Zhou Feng suddenly called out to him:

"etc!"

Wang Yunxiao paused, a hint of unease appearing on his face:

"What else do you want to do! I'm warning you, don't mess around, or I'll really call the police!"

Zhou Feng pointed expressionlessly to his leather shoes and said in a strange accent:

"Shine my shoes."

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USC Medical Center, Los Angeles

In the orthopedics department, Wang Yunxiao, supporting his lower back, walked unsteadily toward the doctor's office where he had made an appointment.

It has been two months since the last conflict with Zhou Feng.

Since then, he has felt a dull pain in his lower back.

But forced by circumstances, he still went to Chinatown and found a job washing dishes to support himself.

But he found that the salary inside was completely different from the news that had circulated in China. Not only was it pitifully low, only seven hundred US dollars, but the boss would also deduct a little bit every month for various reasons.

Furthermore, the workload was enormous. Wang Yunxiao was the only dishwasher at the restaurant where he worked because the owner felt it was not cost-effective to hire another dishwasher.

So he often did the work of several people by himself, and his salary was much lower than that of the others in the restaurant.

They said that being an unregistered resident was worth this price, which infuriated Wang Yunxiao.

He felt it was just bad luck that he encountered such a heartless boss, and that he would never have this problem if he went to a restaurant run by white people.

However, before he could change jobs, he suffered from lumbar muscle injury due to long-term overwork, and the pain became unbearable.

He thought of the medical benefits in the United States, and figured that seeing a doctor wouldn't cost much. So, after waiting in line for two months and enduring the pain of his back injury, it was finally his turn.

After asking the restaurant owner for a day off, I came to this hospital for a medical checkup.

As soon as Wang Yunxiao walked in, he saw a doctor with blond hair and square-framed glasses sitting upright inside.

Wang Yunxiao immediately leaned closer in a friendly manner:

"Hello~ Doctor, I'm here for a medical appointment. Please rest assured that I will cooperate fully with you."

He lifted his eyelids and glanced at Wang Yunxiao, who was dressed in rags and looked like a rotten piece of wood—the kind of customer who was considered trash.

So he didn't reply, but expressionlessly gestured with his chin: "Sit."

After Wang Yunxiao sat down, the doctor began his routine questioning.

"How old are you? Where does it hurt?"

Wang Yunxiao sat on the wooden stool and answered honestly:

"37. Lower back pain."

The doctor nodded, stood up, stopped beside Wang Yunxiao, pinched his waist, and asked:

Is this the place?

Wang Yunxiao: "No."

The doctor moved to another spot.

Wang Yunxiao shook his head: "No, not exactly."

After several more attempts, Wang Yunxiao cried out in pain.

The doctor sat back down, writing something expressionlessly, and pointed towards the door:

"There's nothing serious, you can go now. The back door is over there."

Wang Yunxiao was taken aback: "Doctor, where's my bill? My dream is to become an American, so I definitely have to pay the same fees as everyone else. Don't worry about me, doctor!"

The doctor stared at Wang Yunxiao with the look of someone looking at a lunatic, but in the end he didn't say anything, only sighed.

He thought to himself: Did this person go to the wrong department? I feel like he should go to the neurology department.

The doctor made a few moves on the computer and then wrote down the total cost of the medical treatment.

After finishing writing the bill, he handed it to Wang Yunxiao.

Wang Yunxiao chuckled foolishly and bowed to the doctor.

He is very happy now, feeling that he is just like an ordinary American citizen, going through the same medical procedures and processes.

Same bill...?

As he walked out of the department, he stared at the four-digit number on the A4 paper, his face ashen.

The sign clearly stated: "Payment due: $5840."

It even includes a $300 expedited billing service.

Didn't that doctor just chat with him and massage his shoulders?

How dare you ask him for $5000!?

How many dishes would he have to wash to earn that much money?!

Wang Yunxiao seemed to see the future, but then everything went black and he almost collapsed to the ground.

He never imagined that he would already be in debt for two months after arriving in America, a debt that he could not possibly repay at his current level.

No! That's not right! The US has the most comprehensive welfare system; you should be able to apply for reimbursement yourself!

Their medical care is free, and the homeless also receive a $4,000 allowance.

He hasn't processed any of these yet, but he believes these benefits are real!

With that thought in mind, Wang Yunxiao stepped out of the hospital, opened Google Maps, and headed towards the government building.

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