For a moment, the intense spasms and accompanying pain from the bile duct being blocked by a stone were actually forgotten. She wanted to laugh out loud, but couldn’t, which only made her feel even worse.

“I only know how to do this!”

Abraham Lincoln spread his hands helplessly. Other than talking, he really had no other tricks.

Julia Green rolled her eyes dramatically. As the pain struck again, she felt like she was dying, and struggled to say, “Take me to the hospital.”

The mental victory method did work, but it lasted less than five seconds before it completely failed.

No doubt about it, the streamer girl was totally defeated by the psychologist—a total KO!

“All right then!”

Abraham Lincoln had no choice but to see things through to the end. He called over the waiter: “Check, put it on my card!”

What a headache. The Thais are really something!

……

Section 12 The Enchantress at Abraham Lincoln’s Home

The service at Tuman Restaurant was excellent, especially for regulars like Julia Green. They quickly settled the bill and even helped call a taxi.

Fifteen minutes later, Julia Green, who had registered at the ER, was hooked up to an IV drip, and the pain gradually subsided.

Abraham Lincoln carried the takeout box from the restaurant and continued his meal. Seeing this meat-loving girl looking at him pitifully and hungrily, he gestured with the sausage in his hand.

“Want a couple?”

“No way!”

The foodie streamer, unable to control her cravings, was on the verge of tears. She’d forgotten to take her medicine before dinner, and just as she was enjoying her meal, the attack hit.

She loved Germany but couldn’t speak German, loved eating meat but happened to have gallstones that forbade it—truly a dilemma.

Abraham Lincoln advised, “You really should get surgery as soon as possible!”

Just get it over with, and you won’t have to suffer anymore.

“I still have to stream, and I want to immigrate. Where’s the time! Can you come live with me in Germany?”

After a few sighs, Julia Green stared at Abraham Lincoln without blinking.

He wasn’t short, a bit handsome, witty enough, at least had a master’s degree, and could pay the bill with his card—barely met her standards, so she decided to give him a chance.

Abraham Lincoln could naturally guess what Julia Green was thinking, as if that invisible barrier was about to be broken.

But he just shrugged and said, “Sorry, as long as my parents are alive, I won’t go far. I haven’t had enough of being Chinese in this life.”

“All right, I understand. Anyway, thank you!”

Julia Green was the type of girl who could pick up and let go easily, and she moved on gracefully.

The two hadn’t even started, and it was already over. To be precise, they were just newly acquainted friends, and that was all.

……

Since he’d already been given the “good guy card,” he could only see the good deed through to the end.

After escorting the meat-loving streamer home post-IV, Abraham Lincoln returned home with the takeout box in his carrier.

He took out his keys and was about to open the door when he heard a noise behind him. Turning around, he saw Frank MillerMr. Miller opening the door across the hall.

Abraham Lincoln quickly greeted him: “Mr. Miller! What a coincidence!”

Frank Miller was Abraham Lincoln’s landlord. Twenty years ago, after a demolition, he was compensated with five apartments in this building—one for himself, the other four for rent. Though each was only forty or fifty square meters, the monthly rent was enough for Frank Miller’s family to live quite comfortably.

Leaning against the door, Frank Miller lazily said, “Yeah! Little Thompson, you’re back just in time. I have something to tell you. Starting next month, the rent will go up by thirty percent, and the renewed rent must be paid a year at a time.”

“Mr. Miller, you already raised it by twenty percent at the start of the year. It’s only been a few months, and it’s going up again? That’s almost fifty percent more than when I first rented.”

Abraham Lincoln didn’t care about paying a year’s rent at once, but the constant rent hikes were really hard to take.

“Cut the crap. Rent if you want, if not, leave. If you think it’s expensive, go live in a farmer’s house in the suburbs—it’s cheap there. I’ve got plenty of people lining up to rent here!”

Frank Miller yawned as he delivered his ultimatum to Abraham Lincoln.

“All right, all right, I’ll get you the money soon!”

Abraham Lincoln had no interest in arguing with this money-grubbing landlord and could only accept it.

If he really moved to the suburbs, the rent would be cheaper, but the commute would take over four hours a day. With only eight hours of work, spending more than half that time commuting was a waste—he’d rather sleep in.

“What’s in that box of yours? Smells great!”

Frank Miller sniffed and fixed his gaze on the carrier in Abraham Lincoln’s hand.

This guy really had a dog’s nose—he could even smell the food inside the box.

Abraham Lincoln had no choice but to open the box, take out a meal container, and hand it over, saying, “Ate out and brought this back, haven’t touched it at all. Mr. Miller, take it home for your wife to try.”

No choice—he still had to curry favor. What if the rent went up again? When you rent someone else’s place, you just want to live peacefully, not make things difficult for yourself or others.

“Oh, German sausage, not bad!”

Taking the meal box and opening it, Frank Miller looked surprised—he actually recognized German sausage. He immediately took one, retreated into his apartment satisfied, and mumbled, “Don’t think a box of leftovers will get you a rent reduction—not a cent less.”

Bang! The door closed again.

Voices could be faintly heard from behind the door.