After binding with the system, I became a proctology expert.

Fortunately, I had good luck today; it wasn't a waste of time to start preparing three days in advance.

Bed 28 eventually defecate successfully under the strong effect of the glycerin enema, and without bleeding.

Apart from him, nothing else major happened during the night, and Lu Renxin was finally able to avoid doing sit-ups this time on duty.

In the cramped duty room, the iron bunk bed, only 1 meter wide, was placed next to the window.

He was curled up in bed and could clearly hear the sound of raindrops hitting the windowsill.

It's raining.

The sound of rain became a muffled background noise, easing Lu Renxin's tense nerves, which he always worried about when patients would have problems during his shifts.

He fell into a deep sleep, and when he woke up again, it was already dawn.

Moisture condensed into a layer of white mist on the window. Lu Renxin pushed open the window and saw that the rain had stopped, and the puddles on the cement ground were filled with water of all sizes, like mirrors.

It rained quite heavily yesterday.

The air was filled with the smell of damp earth, and a gust of cold wind whistled in through the cracks in the open window.

Lu Renxin shuddered. "It's gotten colder."

"Luckily, I have a thick coat in my office, otherwise I would definitely be freezing on my way home."

At 7:30, Lin Bo strolled into the office carrying a plastic bag.

He casually handed it to Lu Renxin: "Brother Lu, want some breakfast?"

Lu Renxin took it, opened it, and found two steaming hot buns, a tea egg, and a bag of soy milk inside.

He was flattered and exclaimed, "My God, what have I done to deserve this? I'm eating breakfast that Brother Bo brought me today!"

Then his expression changed slightly, as if he had thought of something: "Could this be a trap? Tell me, do you want something from me?"

"You actually think that way about me? Is this how you see me? Take it or leave it, come on, give it back to me."

Lin Bo pretended to be dissatisfied and reached out to snatch it back.

"Give it to me and it's mine. Don't even think about taking it back." Lu Renxin hid the bag behind his back and took a few steps back to avoid Lin Bo's hand.

Lin Bo didn't intend to take it back. He sighed and confessed, "Actually, I originally wanted to send it to Yuanyuan."

"But she said she had already eaten breakfast and strongly objected to me bringing her food. I had also eaten, and I was thinking that you were on duty last night and might not have bought any food yet."

"Here, have some, otherwise it'll be a waste."

So that's how it is. Lu Renxin took out a big, white steamed bun and took a bite—he was really hungry.

"Sigh, I was thinking of going to see her one last time. We haven't seen each other for days." Lin Bo, feeling disappointed, rested his chin on his hands after being rejected.

"Why is she so busy? It takes her ages to reply to my messages, and even then, her replies are very brief."

He turned to look at Lu Renxin, who was enjoying his meal, and asked, "Is the endocrine system really that busy, Brother Lu?"

He was startled when he was called out, and before he could swallow the food in his mouth, he was almost killed by the steamed bun.

He quickly smoothed things out with soy milk, thought for a moment, and comforted Lin Bo:

"Yeah, you've heard about the endocrinology department's situation. They're busy, really busy. They probably have too much work to do and don't have time to reply to you."

Although he's busy, he honestly doesn't believe that he doesn't even have time to reply to a message.

Seeing Lin Bo's anxiety and uncertainty, he couldn't say it directly, so he could only tell a white lie.

Hearing Lu Renxin say that, Lin Bo's mood immediately improved, and he grinned foolishly.

"I won't bother her if she's busy. Being a boyfriend means being considerate and attentive."

At 7:40, the shift handover began. Lu Renxin took out the handover notebook he had written the night before and reported loudly:

"Ten new patients were admitted yesterday, five were discharged, and surgeries were performed..."

After the shift ended, He Ping would usually say a few words and then dismiss everyone to go get back to work and change their medication.

But today he said with a somewhat serious expression, "Everyone, wait a moment. Yesterday, the hospital held a meeting of department heads, and there's a new notice I want to share with you."

The doctors, who had been drowsy and yawning, perked up and listened attentively to what was going on.

"Cough cough."

He Ping cleared his throat and picked up a black leather-bound meeting notebook from the table beside him.

After reviewing his notes, he began to relay the hospital's decision to everyone, which, in short, was:

The hospital held a meeting and decided to revise the performance-based pay standards for each department.

Set the next month's goals in advance based on the previous month's performance. If the department fails to meet the goals, 5% to 10% of the performance bonus will be deducted.

The deduction is applied to the department's overall performance, but ultimately it will fall on each doctor's shoulders.

Upon hearing this, apart from the two directors who were standing closest to He Ping, the other doctors began to whisper among themselves.

Lu Renxin vaguely heard someone say, "What? How could this be?"

He didn't have any objections, after all, it was a doctor's salary and had nothing to do with them, the students.

Professional master's students also receive income, partly from subsidies provided by the university and partly from performance-based pay from their department.

Not much left; there's basically no room for further cuts.

"Quiet down, everyone, please be quiet." Director He pressed down with both hands, signaling everyone to stop the discussion.

He continued only after everyone had fallen silent:

"Due to the current unfavorable economic climate and poor departmental performance, our department's subsidies to the large research base will be cancelled starting next month."

"What?" "What?"

Lu Renxin and Lin Bo spoke at the same time, and after exchanging a glance, they saw speechlessness in each other's eyes.

How could this involve them? Lu Renxin was so angry he almost laughed.

What are subsidies for large bases?

Their proctology department has a very heavy workload every day, with a large number of patients coming in and out.

The regular staff alone couldn't handle the workload, so these third-year graduate students came in handy.

They're called students, but they're really used as resident doctors. They're hardworking, but the pay is low.

To boost their enthusiasm, Zhang Weimin established a subsidy program for these undergraduate students during his tenure.

Eight hundred yuan a month isn't a lot, but it's at least an affirmation of their labor and provides some support for impoverished students.

Now that even this money is being deducted, who's in the mood to work honestly?

Lin Bo couldn't help but mutter, "What is this hospital doing? Is it going to go bankrupt?"

"Even the department is cutting students' pay; it's unbearable to live like this."

How could it possibly go bankrupt? Lu Renxin recalled the long queues he saw every day when he passed by the registration desk and subconsciously denied it.

"The hospital just had a bridge built, which reportedly cost 20 million. How could it possibly go bankrupt?"

Originally, there was an artificial river running between the two buildings of Guanghai City Central Hospital.

A while ago, it was said that a bridge was urgently built between the parking lot and the inpatient building to facilitate patients' travel.

There are many workers working on the bridge every day, and even a covered walkway for rain shelter has been built on it. It doesn't look like they're short of money at all.