Rebirth of a Doctor Without Regrets

In his previous life, Wu Lao's illness was not made public. It wasn't until after his death, when the news was announced nationwide, that Wang Xiao learned of it.

Mr. Wu suffers from rheumatic heart disease complicated by severe multiple valvular lesions, requiring simultaneous replacement of multiple valves. The surgery is lengthy and has a significant impact on his entire body.

Currently, Mr. Wu is undergoing pre-operative adjustments in preparation for the surgery.

However, three years later, Mr. Wu's condition developed into refractory heart failure, and minor repairs were no longer effective; a heart transplant was the only solution.

Unable to find a heart donor, doctors attempted to implant an LVAD (left ventricular assist device), but the surgery was ultimately unsuccessful.

Given Wang Xiao's current capabilities, there's nothing he can do to interfere. Letting Old Wu undergo valve replacement first is the best option.

But if he can improve his surgical skills with this system, he might be able to find a treatment plan in three years, or join the surgery and save his teacher's life.

Therefore, the most urgent task is to find a place where we can practice surgery.

Thinking about it this way, not being able to stay at Beijing Third Hospital might actually be a good thing.

Ideally, one becomes a resident physician, undergoes three years of on-the-job specialized training, serves as a chief resident for one year, is promoted to attending physician, then serves as an attending physician for another three years, and is promoted to associate chief physician. Only associate chief physicians can perform level four surgeries under the guidance of their superiors.

Even in the best-case scenario, it would take seven years, not to mention that the capital city is full of talented people, making it difficult to stand out.

In addition to some Grade II hospitals in Beijing, the offers I received included one Grade III hospital in my hometown of Chuncheng—the Second Affiliated Hospital of Chuncheng University.

The Spring City is different from the capital city. Although it is also a provincial capital, it lacks appeal to young people.

There are many elderly people and even more patients, but few hospitals and even fewer doctors.

This would inevitably lead to a relaxation of restrictions, giving more opportunities to step onto the stage as an assistant, and allowing oneself to use the system.

The downside is that medical standards are limited, and patients with complex conditions tend to be transferred to first-tier cities for surgery.

For a junior resident doctor, it's more important to eat what's cold in the bowl first, and then consider what's hot in the pot later.

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"Brother Xiao, why are you leaving all of a sudden?" Gao Qingsong rushed to the Third Hospital dormitory after hearing that Wang Xiao was leaving the capital.

Wang Xiao had almost finished packing up his things. In fact, he wasn't very interested in many of the things that young people used.

As soon as Gao Qingsong entered, he saw that Wang Xiao had dressed himself up neatly and elegantly, with some embellishments but not excessive ones, giving him the feel of a mature man.

"Brother Xiao, haven't you always looked down on us makeup artists?"

"You've come at the right time. Help me carry my suitcase downstairs."

Wang Xiao "borrowed" her roommate's suitcase, since her roommate had been successfully admitted to the hospital and wouldn't need it for a while.

I wanted to transfer him 200 yuan, but I realized I hadn't activated WeChat's payment function yet.

Seeing this, Gao Qingsong took out a wad of banknotes and put them on Wang Xiao's roommate's desk. "Brother Xiao, you haven't activated it yet. It's so much fun to grab red envelopes during the Spring Festival."

Wang Xiao chuckled inwardly, "I know more than you do."

The dormitory of the prestigious Third Hospital didn't even have an elevator, so the two of them carried their large suitcases down to the seventh floor.

"Brother Xiao, won't you reconsider? My dad said he can help you pull some strings with Furui Pharmaceuticals..."

Gao Qingsong's father works for the National Health Commission.

"No need, I'm not interested in being a pharmaceutical sales representative."

In his previous life, Wang Xiao accepted this proposal and lived a shameless and wealthy life.

Gao Qingsong sighed, "In that case, I'll take you to the train station."

A bright red Panamera pulled out from the street corner, looking incredibly flashy. Its appearance was undeniably similar to Wang Xiao's SU7 from his previous life.

"Old Gao, I've never seen this car of yours before?"

"Hey, I have plenty of cars!"

"Aren't we buddies? Is there some secret you're not telling me?"

Gao Qingsong remained silent, focusing only on driving and looking at his phone the entire way.

Wang Xiao opened the car window and admired the appearance of Beijing more than ten years ago. In fact, the core area had not changed much, and the buildings were even newer.

"Cough, cough, turn it off, turn it off. It's smoggy today, if I take another two breaths my laryngitis will flare up."

He intended to say goodbye to Gao Qingsong, but Gao Qingsong helped him carry his luggage into the train station and even onto the platform.

The platform ticket was a mystery; Wang Xiao had never bought it before it was cancelled.

A sparse crowd was already queuing up, and a familiar figure stood far away outside the crowd.

Lin Xi wore an A-line beige short dress and strappy high-heeled sandals. Her slender, straight, snow-white legs revealed to toes that were as smooth and lustrous as jade.

Compared to her usual simple and carefree demeanor at the hospital, she was dressed up meticulously today.

Seeing that Wang Xiao's gaze was indeed drawn to Lin Xi, Gao Qingsong laughed and said, "Hehe, I can't persuade you, so let your goddess persuade you instead. Aren't you going to thank me?"

Wang Xiao ignored Gao Qingsong and walked straight towards Lin Xi. "Lin Xi, what brings you here?"

"Qingsong said you're going back to your hometown, Sanjia, and asked me to persuade you. I think you're quite thoughtful; it's really not easy to develop your career in Erjia, Beijing."

"Hey, wait, sis, why are you telling him to leave?"

"I haven't finished yet. Wang Xiao, have you considered pursuing a postdoctoral degree? It's difficult to master both clinical practice and research in eight years with our eight-year program. If you find a postdoctoral research station to learn research, you can still get into a top-tier hospital once you have enough publications."

Wang Xiao was taken aback; it made a lot of sense.

Go to a postdoctoral station to focus on scientific research for a period of time, make up for your shortcomings in scientific research, and once you publish a paper, you won't have to worry about getting into a top-tier hospital, and you will also have a higher starting point.

In this era, pursuing a doctorate is generally considered a waste of time for promotion, and only those who cannot find a job would take a temporary research job. Therefore, I followed the crowd and did not consider it.

In fact, this became the choice of many eight-year program graduates after the 20s.

Why didn't anyone remind me like this in my past life?

"Brilliant! Brilliant!" Gao Qingsong also realized that this was a good idea.

Lin Xi smiled confidently, appearing quite assured. "If you're interested, my mother can introduce you to some mentors, and Qingsong should be able to help as well."

Lin Xi's mother is said to be a renowned surgeon and currently works at the Academy of Medical Sciences.

"Yes! Yes!"

Wang Xiao remained silent for a long time, unsure how to refuse.

This is indeed a good idea if there is no system.

Seeing Wang Xiao remain silent, Gao Qingsong's smile gradually froze. "You still want to leave?"

"I still want to have the surgery; I'm not interested in scientific research."

That's utter nonsense. Doctors shouldn't be uninterested in scientific research; being uninterested in scientific research means being uninterested in promotion.

"Fine! Then you can go! I'll take good care of Lin Xi for you!" Gao Qingsong's face darkened, and Lin Xi lowered her head and remained silent.

Whoosh! A dark green train slowly pulled into the station.

"Old Gao, I'm asking you one last time, why are you helping me like this?"

Gao Qingsong's face was gloomy, and he didn't answer.

"You're not going to tell me, huh? Fine." Wang Xiao picked up his two suitcases and was about to get on the bus.

Gao Qingsong grabbed Wang Xiao's arm. "Brother Xiao, actually you ranked twenty-first. My twentieth place is... my dad..."

Lin Xi looked up in surprise.

Wang Xiao put down his luggage, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Okay, if you say it out loud, we're still good brothers."

Gao Qingsong choked up a little, "Brother Xiao, it's not that I necessarily want to be a doctor, it's just that my family forced me to. How about I give up this spot and let you take it?"

Wang Xiao looked at his good brother from both lifetimes and gave him a hug. "It's okay. You've helped me a lot without me even knowing. And don't think you're the only one in the top twenty who did this."

What is a distorted reality? A distorted reality is not one that makes your enemies more vicious, but one that turns your closest friends and family into enemies.

However, to be fair, Wang Xiao and the two people from Beijing don't belong to the same world.

"Whoosh!" The train whistled, and the station attendant began urging the remaining passengers to board.

"Lin Xi! Keep an eye on my brother. Don't let him drink himself to death before I get back!"

Shortly after Wang Xiao boarded the train, it started moving.

Lin Xi looked down at the photo on her phone of Wang Xiao desperately trying to stop the bleeding with his bare hands in the ambulance. She wanted to delete it several times, but couldn't bear to.

"Hey, let's go, buddy. Shall I take you home?"

"Um... let me help you, these high heels are so hard to wear!"