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

Just as I guessed, I can gain treatment points as long as I complete the treatment for the patient.

A satisfied smile appeared on Lu Renxin's face, and he was extremely excited. He clenched his right fist and punched his left palm.

It was as if the thesis was beckoning to him.

There's hope for my graduation!

But he quickly calmed down:

That's not right. I only get 0.2 healing points when I change the medicine.

I've already checked; the price of a paper is also linked to its impact factor.

"An Introduction to Anorectal Diseases" is already the cheapest article that meets the graduation requirements.

If I want to save up 420, it'll be a long time coming, and by then it'll be too late.

The system is probably not that simple. Since it's called a medical student training system, it must be trying to train me.

How to cultivate me? Of course, it's through education and training, so that I can grow and develop.

I see so many patients every day, some with simple cases, some with difficult ones.

If everyone is given only 0.2 healing points, then it's just pure manual labor, and all I have to do is work hard.

This doesn't meet the system's requirements at all, so it's very likely that the amount of healing value is related to how easy or difficult my operation is.

Changing the dressing, as the most basic treatment, is naturally inexpensive...

Lu Renxin's thoughts drifted, his mind blank as he pondered, but his hands never stopped moving; long-term practice had given him muscle memory.

Continue to treat patients quickly, accurately, and decisively.

Take off your pants, change the dressing, wrap the gauze...

The second, the third, the fourth, the fifth...

After each patient is treated, a notification sound will play in your mind: "[Congratulations, host, you have successfully completed 1 dressing change, treatment value +0.2]".

Huh, are there no more patients?

When Lu Renxin snapped out of his daze, he suddenly realized that the treatment bed in front of him was empty.

Wait a minute, I've managed 8 beds and only changed 7 patients. Where's the last one?

He got up, pulled back the curtain, and looked outside. There was no one in line outside his curtain.

What about people?

As I stepped out of the dressing room, I saw a burly, bald man with a blue dragon on his left arm and a white tiger on his right arm chatting with the patient in bed 15, whose dressing had just been changed.

Bed 15, still shaken, clutched her back and said fearfully:

"Oh dear, I wonder when the incision will heal. I really can't take this every day."

"It hurts every day, whether I'm sitting or walking, let alone changing the dressing. It feels like being cut with a knife."

"Especially when using the toilet, I'm afraid to strain; it's like having a cut from broken glass..."

Bald-headed Zhang Long looked completely unconcerned, patting his chest with a particularly confident air:

"It's just changing the dressing, what's there to be afraid of?"

"Your wound is nothing. Mine is a high-level anal fistula. I didn't feel a thing when changing the dressing. I'm not afraid at all, brother."

"I'm a real man, how can I say I'm afraid of pain?"

Zhang Longzheng was the last patient Lu Renxin was waiting for.

He does indeed have a high-level anal fistula, and he underwent surgery two weeks ago.

There were no problems at the time, and he was discharged smoothly. However, when he went for a follow-up visit a couple of days ago, it was discovered that his wound was not healing well.

Under normal circumstances, granulation tissue will grow to fill the wound during the healing process.

However, sometimes, poor wound drainage, improper dressing changes, etc., can lead to granulation tissue growing too quickly, becoming soft, swollen, and raised above the skin surface.

This granulation tissue acts like a dam, preventing the skin at the edge of the wound from growing inward, hindering normal healing, and even causing pseudo-healing.

To achieve a complete cure, the granulation tissue in the wound must be scraped off and allowed to regrow.

Lu Renxin had told him yesterday that he would have the granulation tissue scraped today, but Zhang Long was hiding at the very back.

Seeing that Zhang Long had already started boasting about his heroic deeds in his youth, he quickly cleared his throat and reminded him:

"Ahem, Zhang Long, it's your turn."

Upon hearing his name, Zhang Long turned and saw Lu Renxin. He visibly flinched, his eyes darting away, but he feigned composure and said:

"Oh, it's Dr. Lu. It's alright, I'm not in a hurry. You can see another patient first."

"I'm not in a hurry, the last one is fine."

Lu Renxin noticed his reluctance and suppressed a laugh:

"Stop dawdling, you're the last one left, hurry up and come in."

Bed 15 also urged from the side:

"Yes, Brother Long, Dr. Lu's time is very precious, so we can't waste it."

"Go on your way now, we can continue our conversation after you've changed your dressing."

Seeing that there was no way to delay any longer, and with fellow patients still watching him.

Zhang Long had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow Lu Renxin into the dressing room.

He unwrapped a new pair of gloves to prepare, nodding to Zhang Long.

"Lie on your side on the bed."

When everything was ready and they turned around, they saw Zhang Long still standing there, motionless.

? ? ? ?

Noticing his questioning look, Zhang Long smiled sheepishly and said:

"Dr. Lu, do you think it's possible for my wound to suddenly heal on its own without needing to have the granulation tissue scraped off?"

Holding the tweezers, Lu Renxin's cold words extinguished the last hope in his heart:

"No!"

"Relax, it'll be over soon."

"Trust my skills, it won't hurt."

Zhang Long could only nod, lay down on the treatment bed, his face flushed with tension, and gripped the sheets tightly with both hands.

Lu Renxin soaked a cotton ball in iodine and touched the wound the moment it touched it.

His body jolted violently, as if struck by an electric current.

"ah--!"

A heart-wrenching scream suddenly erupted from the dressing room, shattering the silence of the hospital corridor like a sharp blade.

The nurse, who was replenishing supplies in the treatment room, stared wide-eyed; even she, who had seen her share of storms, was shocked.

Such a tragic tenor performance is rare in her career.

Bed 15, who hadn't gone far, suddenly stopped and looked in the direction of the sound.

"Is...is that Brother Long's voice?"

The other patients still queuing outside were frozen in place in fear, while the new patients who hadn't had their medication changed yet were all trembling with fear.

Is changing the dressing really that scary?

"Help! Please let me go!"

"Oh dear, I can't take it anymore."

The tattooed man's face broke into a broken expression, and a tear uncontrollably slid down his cheek.

Lu Renxin remained completely unfazed, unaffected by the screams.

Quickly switch to scissors, speeding up the movements while gently soothing the person:

"Hang in there, it'll be over soon, it'll be over soon..."

Zhang Long closed his eyes in anguish, clutching the bedsheet tighter in his hands, tears streaming down his face.

Even the strongest man has weaknesses.

The pain of having one's weaknesses attacked is unimaginable to others.

But sometimes these attacks are unavoidable, and one can only choose to silently endure them.

By the time it was all over, the burly man was completely exhausted, and the once-flat bed sheet was now wrinkled.

[Congratulations, host, you have successfully scraped 1 granulation tissue. Healing value +2]

Lu Renxin nodded slightly upon hearing the notification tone:

That's right, the healing value will increase as the difficulty of the operation increases.

Then I will give more after I have a digital rectal exam, microscopic examination, sutures, surgery...

It's all wealth!

He was full of energy and eager to treat more patients.