LRAB Chapter 10 Young people need some training!
Chapter 10 Young people need some training!
When Chen Yisen returned to his residence, it was already 11 p.m.
This is a red brick apartment building on a hillside, built before World War II, and now it has a history of nearly a century.
There is no elevator, the lobby is very small, and the gaps in the floor are large enough for a pen to fall directly to the ground floor.
The common areas were originally paved with terrazzo in accordance with the requirements of the 1929 Multi-Housing Act, but it cracked badly during the later New York financial crisis. The landlord never completely replaced it, but simply covered the damaged parts with a layer of cheap pine wood.
After more than forty years of perfunctory renovations, it has now inevitably begun to warp, hollow out, and loosen like piano keys.
It makes a piercing squeaking sound when you step on it.
So much so that when Chen Yisen went upstairs, half of her mind was worried about tripping and falling, and the other half was filled with intense guilt for waking up the neighbors...
He tried to tiptoe to the door of his rented room. Just as he was about to take out his keys, he heard someone nearby turning the doorknob.
Followed by.
"Squeak—"
A sickening metallic scraping sound rang out, and the door to the left of the next room was pulled open a crack.
Chen Yisen had only been reborn for a few hours and still largely retained his habits from back home. He thought his neighbor had been awakened by the noise he made and instinctively prepared to apologize.
But as soon as I turned my head, I saw a woman with long, flowing hair standing behind the door.
He was so frightened he almost lost his balance.
Fortunately, the other party turned on the light in time and removed the security chain to leave the door completely open.
The woman had black hair, but her face shape didn't look Asian; she was probably an immigrant from Southern Europe.
She was simply wearing a white gauze nightgown, and under the bright yellow light, one could vaguely see her light purple underwear and a section of her fair calves exposed by the side slit.
"Dr. Chen, you're back so late again?"
"Ah, my work schedule is irregular, there's nothing I can do about it..." Chen Yisen replied while searching his memory, "Did I disturb you when I went upstairs just now?"
They quickly found their place.
I don't know his name, I only know that his last name is Bjørnsdottir.
Because it's so difficult to pronounce, she's usually called "Sister Letter" when they're not talking to her.
He was a very nice person. Sometimes when the original owner was in a hurry to go to work or worked too late, he would help her pick up clothes from the public laundry room.
She changes boyfriends very frequently, and they often stay up until the wee hours of the morning.
Chen Yisen was worried about waking her up, which was like a suspended death sentence for a little duckling—but there was no need for that.
Sure enough, Giannis shook her head dramatically to indicate that it had no effect whatsoever, then deliberately lowered her voice: "I wanted to ask you... did you hear a gunshot just now?"
After saying that, she reached out and pulled her bathrobe a little closer to the center, perfectly outlining her exaggeratedly curvaceous waist and hips, making the already thin fabric even more transparent: "You know I live alone, so... I'm a little scared."
Chen Yisen rolled his eyes inwardly and thought to himself, "I don't believe you for a second. What woman would wear such an outfit when she's feeling scared?"
So he didn't respond to the second half of the sentence, but simply nodded calmly: "Hmm... I vaguely heard a few sounds, it seemed to be coming from the east."
Seeing that Chen Yisen had no intention of taking the bait, Sister Zimu simply moved closer, and a cheap perfume smell rushed into his nostrils.
"I just made some cakes, but I can't finish them all by myself... Dr. Chen, would you like to come in and have a seat?"
This is practically an explicit statement.
However, Chen Yisen had a tumultuous night. He hadn't even had a chance to eat the hamburger he had just bought before it was thrown out like a projectile. Now he was both sleepy and hungry and all he wanted to do was sleep.
Moreover, he wasn't sure if the woman in front of him was safe.
So he waved his hand and refused: "There were just gunshots nearby, you should close the doors and windows tightly... What if I'm that armed thug?"
After hearing this, Sister Alphabet looked Chen Yisen up and down, a "Are you kidding me?" expression on her face: "Of course, I'll let you in and do whatever you want..."
However, she could tell that Chen Yisen wasn't buying it at all, so she simply took a few steps back to the door, turned around and brought out a paper tray with several delicate desserts on it.
"Dr. Chen, please take a few pieces home. I really can't finish them all myself."
Normally, Chen Yisen probably wouldn't have wanted it.
But I'm really hungry right now.
"Alright." He took the paper tray from her. "Thank you, Mrs. Bjorn."
The girl lowered her head, raised an eyebrow, and then turned and walked into the room.
On the other side, Chen Yisen also returned home, quickly threw his dirty clothes into the laundry basket, changed into a new shirt, then picked up a piece of cake and smelled it.
It doesn't have the pungent smell of marijuana.
He took a bite without hesitation.
……
A cool, tingling sensation exploded on the tip of my tongue, spreading almost instantly throughout my entire mouth.
Then came a stinging pain, like being pricked with needles.
About a second later, Chen Yisen's sense of taste finally returned.
The first sensation that reaches the brain is a bitter taste, like burnt caramel or overcooked syrup.
Chen Yisen even thought he had been poisoned, and almost instinctively spat out what was in his mouth, then gulped down a mouthful of water.
Only then did the overwhelmingly monotonous sweetness finally begin to spread—
Even the portion of icing that was just used to coat his palate and teeth, when diluted, still far exceeded his sugar tolerance.
The front teeth that had just taken a bite of cake were now experiencing a subtle, tingling sensation, as if the sugar was visibly eroding the enamel.
A small piece of cake almost knocked Chen Yisen unconscious, but luckily his phone rang at just the right moment, instantly bringing him back to his senses.
The caller ID showed Dasani Shane.
There's no need to specifically recall this time.
He is the medical director of the Morissania Clinic.
He is the highest-ranking leader in the relevant field and the direct supervisor of all medical staff.
However, this person seems to have some grievances against the original owner, and has targeted him openly and secretly, but the reason is unknown.
Chen Yisen quickly swallowed the water and pressed the answer button:
"Dr. Sean?"
When you open your mouth to speak, the cloying sweetness still clings to the back of your tongue like a layer of oil, lingering there.
"Dr. Chen," a thick Indian accent came through the receiver, "I shouldn't be bothering you so late, but it's really urgent."
"It's alright, please go ahead."
As Chen Yisen responded, he nervously picked up the paper plate again, preparing to throw it in the trash can, but then he thought again that sugar is the purest form of energy...
So they decided to leave it to Joey to try.
If the other person isn't picky, this piece of cake could probably meet their calorie needs for half a day.
At the same time, the sound of pages turning could be heard from the other end of the phone, as if the other person was looking at some document.
Soon, Dassani spoke again: "Tomorrow, the New York City Department of Homelessness Services will be organizing a community rotation service with the public health system and NYU School of Medicine, which involves providing basic medical care in various shelters and public housing areas... Dr. Chen, you should remember that, right?"
Chen Yisen recalled that the other party seemed to have mentioned this matter during the meeting last week.
According to the 1981 ruling in Callahan v. Carey, New York State is obligated to provide a bed in a shelter for every homeless person who applies for assistance.
Therefore, despite many homeless people choosing to live and sleep in their cars or on the subway, New York City still has the largest number and scale of homeless shelters in the United States, and the occupancy rate is very high.
With such a group of heroes gathered together, one can only imagine the living conditions inside.
Public security can be somewhat managed by adding special police officers and implementing security checks at entrances, but the sanitation situation is left to chance.
Over time, even the chosen one of Nurgle had to shake his head in disapproval.
In fact, the New York City Public Health Corporation has established a "Homeless Medical Services Program" that sends basic medical personnel to various shelters through contracts.
However, there is a shortage of practicing physicians in New York and even across the United States, so only nurses and medical assistants can be stationed there permanently, which is naturally a drop in the ocean and can only perform some of the most basic physical examinations.
To avoid large-scale public health events or humanitarian crises in global financial centers, seasonal health screenings have to be arranged during the two peak disease seasons in winter and summer.
All institutions within the NYC H+H system are required to send personnel, and students or residents of NYU Langone School of Medicine will also participate through community rotations or student clinics as part of their "social work activity score" for graduation.
"I know, it's for summer health screenings."
Chen Yisen already had a bad feeling.
As expected, Dasani revealed his true intentions:
"Here's the thing, according to the rotation schedule, Dr. Lyndon Rojas was supposed to go tomorrow, but he was scratched on the arm by a patient while he was on duty at the emergency care center. According to the rules, Dr. Chen, who is next in line after him, needs to take his place... and then he can replace you this winter."
"Since you've just started at the clinic and are young, consider it a good opportunity to get some experience... Oh, and there's a 300 yuan subsidy."
Chen Yisen felt something was amiss, but Dasani was, after all, his direct superior, and the system was indeed in place, so it was impossible for him to refuse directly.
We have no choice but to take it one step at a time.
"No problem," he replied immediately. "So, should I go directly to the shelter tomorrow?"
"Yes, Franklin Avenue, starting at 8:30 a.m.
"..."
Just as Joey hung up the phone, he arrived at the door.
Chen Yisen wasn't sure if the other person needed to sleep in this state, but he still cleared out the sofa for him to lie on.
Then she put the cake that Sister Zimu had given her back on the coffee table.
He then returned to his bedroom, lay on his bed, and began to review his work-related memories, especially those involving outings and services.
His intuition told him that someone was likely setting a trap for him, so he had to be careful.
In my hazy state, I seemed to hear Joey coughing and vomiting outside...
Clearly, that cake was outrageous.
Even Joey won't eat it.