My daily work as a doctor: My treatment value is increasing.

At 5:40, ring ring~, the phone alarm went off right on time.

Lu Renxin was woken up from his sleep, but he was still very sleepy.

He closed his eyes, reached out from under the covers, and turned off the alarm clock.

Then he covered his head with the blanket and went back to sleep.

Ten minutes later, the alarm clock rang again.

I was so sleepy that I fumbled for the alarm clock to turn off and closed my eyes for the second time.

Lu Renxin had only one thought: just one more minute of sleep, just one minute.

……

That minute of nap was so nice! Wait, what time is it?!

He jumped out of bed, glanced at his phone, and realized he was going to be late.

After quickly washing his face with cold water to wake himself up, Lu Renxin hurriedly slung his backpack over his shoulder and headed out to catch the subway.

Last night's system binding felt like a dream.

This caused him to be so excited and agitated after lying down in the early morning that it took him a long time to fall asleep.

"ha--"

Holding onto the handrail, Lu Renxin let out a long yawn, only to find that his dark circles had gotten even worse.

"If I keep going like this, I'm really going to die from overwork."

He didn't want to get up so early, but Guanghai Hospital was located in the city center.

The rent in the city center, where land is incredibly valuable, is far too expensive for a poor student like him to afford.

Why don't you live in the dorms?

Every time Lu Renxin thought about this problem, he felt extremely angry.

They pay tuition fees every year and work in the hospital, so they should be provided with accommodation.

Academic master's students can live in school apartments, but professional master's students cannot.

Resident trainees and those on commissioned training programs can live in hospital apartments, but they still can't.

The school says they now belong to the hospital, while the hospital says they are still students.

Living in the cracks, with neither side caring, I had no choice but to rent a place myself, incurring an extra expense.

To save money, Lu Renxin chose to forgo a rental house that was closer to home and opted for a village bungalow with a longer commute and a more remote location.

It's cheap, I live here by myself, and I even have a small courtyard. Although it takes more than an hour by subway, I'm already very content.

The department required shift handover at 7:40 sharp. Lu Renxin rushed as fast as he could, running all the way from the subway entrance, and finally arrived at the department before the handover.

At this moment, Department Chief He Ping was already standing with his hands behind his back in front of the largest desk in the doctor's office, with the other doctors lined up on either side of him.

He glanced at Lu Renxin, who was running breathlessly, with a hint of disdain, and shook his head slightly:

"Arrive earlier next time; the whole department is waiting for you."

"Young people these days are not proactive at all."

Lu Renxin quickly put down his backpack, changed into a white coat, and stood at the end of the line on the left.

"It's a good thing you made it in time, otherwise I could have guessed what he would have said."

A tall, muscular guy with a buzz cut standing to Lu Renxin's left winked at him.

"Of course I have to give you a piece of my mind. You young people lack ambition. Back in our day, we would arrive an hour early to see patients..."

Lin Bo imitated Director He's tone and said in a low voice.

"Don't they even look at what the environment was like before, and what the environment is like now?"

"Has he undergone standardized residency training?"

His words revealed a deep resentment.

Lu Renxin understood this deeply, knowing that Lin Bo had once been criticized by Director He for half an hour in front of everyone for being three minutes late.

Everyone had arrived, and the on-duty doctor standing to the right of Director He had already begun the shift handover:

"Yesterday we admitted 13 new patients and performed 15 surgeries..."

Although Lin Bo's voice wasn't loud, and the two of them were standing in a corner at the back of the line where no one would notice, Lu Renxin still whispered a reminder to him:

"Stop talking, or others will hear you."

Lin Bo shrugged indifferently:

"What am I afraid of? I'm about to graduate, and I don't plan to stay at Guanghai Hospital anyway, so why should I care?"

As he spoke, he seemed to suddenly remember something, and leaned close to Lu Renxin's ear:

"By the way, have you heard? A senior doctor in our department at the branch hospital retired this year, and there might be a spot available for him to stay at the hospital."

"Actually, I think among the students of our department's three directors, you are the most capable..."

Hospitalization?

Lu Renxin was instantly drawn to these two words.

Guanghai Hospital is a top-tier tertiary hospital, and its proctology department is one of its most renowned departments.

I wish I could stay here.

However, Lu Renxin also knew that the chances of him staying were very small.

There are now three directors in their department, and each director has students.

The department head is He Ping, and Lu Renxin is a student of the previous department head, Zhang Weimin.

The last director was Zhao Yunxiao, Lin Bo's mentor. He had just been promoted from deputy director and was the youngest.

The decision of who to keep rests with the department head, and it's obvious that he'll prioritize his own students.

Furthermore, Director He and his mentor did not have a good relationship.

"I'd better focus on graduating first," Lu Renxin shook his head, no longer wanting to think about it.

After handing over my shift, today's heavy workload truly began.

The first step is to change the dressings for all post-operative patients.

He immediately perked up. Healing value, healing value—it sounded like it was related to healing.

Will my dressing change today trigger the system and grant me healing points?

He strode toward the dressing room, where a long queue had already formed in front of the deep red wooden double doors.

Patients who had been hospitalized for a few days and were familiar with the procedures started queuing up in advance.

Some patients, a few steps behind, wore hospital gowns and limped to the end of the line, holding onto the handrail in the corridor.

The order was excellent and the atmosphere was harmonious; there was no sign of other departments cutting in line.

Lu Renxin had also rotated through other departments and witnessed arguments, fights, and even security guards being called in because of queue-jumping.

I silently gave them a thumbs up in my heart:

Our patients in the proctology department are of high quality!

"Please come in, Dr. Zhang Weimin's first patient."

Inside the drawn curtain, Lu Renxin had already prepared cotton balls, ointment, tweezers, and other supplies for changing the dressing, waiting for the first lucky patient.

The room was filled with a faint smell of disinfectant mixed with a barely perceptible scent of ointment.

He wore a mask, revealing only a pair of calm, sharp eyes.

Good morning, Dr. Lu.

A slightly shy young woman with her hair in four braids pulled back the curtain and came in.

"Please come in. After taking off your pants, turn your buttocks towards me and lie on your side on the treatment bed."

Lu Renxin made procedural demands on patients.

The girl lay down as instructed, and asked with a hint of nervousness:

"Dr. Lu, how did my surgery go?"

How is it?

What was this patient's bed number again?

His face looks a bit unfamiliar.

He frowned slightly. Which surgery was it?

When he looked down and saw the girl's buttocks exposed after she took off her hospital pants, he immediately realized, "Oh, it's you."

There's no way around it; there are too many surgeries, and the admissions and discharges are too frequent.

Sometimes you can't remember a patient's face at all, but you can remember their buttocks perfectly well after surgery.

This girl is in bed 12, who just had hemorrhoid surgery yesterday.

Lu Renxin carefully recalled the surgical procedure:

"Surgery? The surgery was very good; your hemorrhoids were removed very cleanly."

He paused, then praised again:

"Your hemorrhoids look beautiful, exactly like the example picture in the textbook."

"pretty?"

Seemingly never having heard such praise before, the person in bed 12, with their back to Lu Renxin, stiffened, their voice tinged with hesitation and shock:

"Really...really? Thank you...for the compliment."

Lu Renxin was absolutely certain, and without caring whether bed 12 could see him, he nodded:

"Seriously, I've never seen anything this perfect; it's even good enough to make a PowerPoint presentation."

He kept changing the dressing while talking.

Using tweezers to hold cotton, she first cleaned away the secretions from the wound, then applied ointment. Her movements were gentle, quick, standardized, and completed in one smooth motion.

I took a moment to emphasize some precautions to the patient in bed 12:

"Post-operative dressing changes are also very important. When you're hospitalized, we change the dressings for you, but once you're home, it's up to you. You need to..."

"Don't strain too much when you defecate..."

After finally covering the wound with gauze, Lu Renxin was just about to tell the patient in bed 12 that it was healed and he could get up when...

I heard the cold, mechanical voice of the system in my mind:

[Congratulations, host, you have successfully completed the medication change*1, healing value +0.2]