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

After the uncle left, Lu Renxin rapidly tapped on his phone screen, needing to report the matter to the old man's attending physician as soon as possible.

Soon, a reply popped up on the screen: 【Okay, I understand】

Five minutes later, a new message appeared in the large group chat for all the medical staff in the proctology department: [Bed 53 will be discharged tomorrow morning]

Admission information, surgical information, and discharge information will be sent to the group in advance to facilitate the nurses' preparation.

But this is the first time I've ever been discharged from the hospital in the middle of the night like today.

Lu Renxin received a message from Lin Bo asking about the following:

Why are you suddenly discharging patient in bed 53? I just admitted him today.

[He left before even having surgery, and now my bed is empty again. I'll definitely have to admit a new patient to fill it tomorrow. Ugh, all that work for nothing!]

It's true that all the work was for nothing, but the circumstances were special.

Lu Renxin comforted him: "It's fine if the bed is empty. The old man is just too strong; you couldn't handle him even if he stayed with you."

【How do you say it?】

Lu Renxin told Lin Bo about the old man's positive test result and how he learned about the situation from the old man.

What?!

【wok】

Lin Bo listened to the constant swearing and marveled at how vigorous the old man was despite his advanced age.

One should maintain moral integrity; I won't do that. I want to save my precious first time for Yuanyuan.

Lu Renxin: ...

For some reason, Shen Yueru's youthful and lively figure suddenly came to mind.

He quickly shook his head. What are you thinking? It's not even close to happening.

After forcibly clearing his mind, Lu Renxin put down his phone. He felt helpless in this situation and could only hope that the old man would have a good outcome.

I hope the uncle can stay away from his family of origin.

……

The daily routine in a hospital is like a pre-programmed machine, repeating itself endlessly, which is tedious and boring.

Day after day, he was on duty, changing dressings, and copying prescriptions.

However, now there is an additional element in Lu Renxin's life—the appearance of Shen Yueru, like a pebble thrown into a stagnant pool, creating ripples.

Shen Yueru told him that the kitten she rescued by the roadside that day was much better now.

She really wanted to adopt the cat; after all, it was a life pulled back from the brink of death, and it was something special.

Unfortunately, she hasn't graduated yet and can't keep a pet, so she has to stay in the hospital for the time being.

Look how cute it is! It knows I'm its savior, and every time it sees me, it comes over and rubs against my pants leg, and even lies down to let me pet it.

I'm planning to find it a reliable adoptive family. If no one is willing to adopt it, I'll definitely take it with me when I graduate!

When Shen Yueru sent the message, she also attached a GIF of a kitten rolling around, her words filled with determination.

Lu Renxin imagined her expression through the words; she must have pursed her lips tightly, and her round almond-shaped eyes were full of determination.

Yes, she is indeed cute.

……

Adjustments are always temporary; the gears of life must keep turning.

After finishing his doctor's outpatient clinic at noon, Lu Renxin returned to his office with a boxed lunch he had packed from the cafeteria.

During the break, everyone else ate or rested, leaving only him and Tian Jingjing.

He opened his lunchbox, just about to shovel a few bites, when the door was pushed open with a "bang".

A thin, middle-aged man walked in. He had high cheekbones and deep-set eyes. He glanced at Lu Renxin as he ate.

"Oh, the doctor still needs to eat?" the man's voice trailed off.

Lu Renxin felt uncomfortable listening to this, and stopped holding his chopsticks, remaining silent for a moment.

What are you talking about? Doctors are human too, how come they don't need to eat?

He didn't say anything; he'd encountered far too many oddballs like this and couldn't be bothered to deal with them.

I was asked this when I had a cold before: "Do doctors get sick too?"

When doctors go to the restroom during outpatient visits, do they also need to use the restroom?

Doctor, doctor, doctor...

Lu Renxin just wants to say that doctors are also human beings, not gods, nor robots that can run 24 hours a day.

He pretended not to hear, and after scanning the office, he only saw Tian Jingjing lying on the table.

"Jingjing, help me admit a patient," Lu Renxin called out. He was starving and needed to eat something first.

"Okay, senior." Tian Jingjing obediently walked towards the computer upon hearing the voice.

After this period of learning, she has become proficient in the patient admission process and is able to help share the burden when Lu Renxin is too busy.

It's not difficult. New patients in the proctology department all follow a template, and the types of diseases are limited to a few, such as hemorrhoids, anal fistula, or perianal abscess.

Tian Jingjing can do it!

She skillfully created a new template and used it to inquire about the patient's condition:

"What's wrong? Which doctor is your patient? When did the outpatient clinic tell you when the surgery would be done?...

She asked each question earnestly, but the patients grew increasingly impatient.

"Where are you from?" When Tian Jingjing asked this question, the man seemed to have run out of patience, and said impatiently:

"Does where I'm from have anything to do with my medical treatment? Why are you asking that?"

Upon hearing the reprimand, Tian Jingjing was at a loss. She had never encountered this situation when treating other patients; everyone answered her questions readily and was very cooperative.

Why is this patient suddenly so rude? Did I say something wrong?

She stammered, "This...this is all information that's required by regulations, to better understand your condition..."

He's not easy to deal with; Jingjing figured she wouldn't be able to handle him, so Lu Renxin became wary.

He quickly shoveled down a couple of mouthfuls of food, put down the lunchbox, wiped his mouth, and called out, "Jingjing, I'm done. Let me ask you now."

Tian Jingjing felt as if she had been granted a pardon and hurriedly gave up her seat, her face full of relief that someone had taken over.

He took over the work, but the middle-aged man was not very happy about it, his brows furrowed in disapproval.

"You suddenly switch people while asking questions? Are you playing games?"

Why so many questions? Do you have a million whys?

Lu Renxin couldn't help but complain, but he tried his best to remain calm and made up a reason:

"The intern was asking questions just now, but she doesn't have much experience, so she didn't ask some questions in detail. So it's my turn now, and I can be more comprehensive."

He believed that what he said was not wrong, but he did not know that he had touched a nerve with the man.

He exploded like a firecracker, his voice suddenly rising in pitch:

"Interns! How can you let interns see patients! This is irresponsible of you! Let me tell you, I know Director Chen of your hospital!"

"Oh," Lu Renxin rolled his eyes subtly. "So many patients say they know our Dean Chen, but I wonder if the dean really knows you?"

There are bound to be people with connections in hospitals, and Lu Renxin had encountered this before.

But if someone has connections, the leader will give them a heads-up before they come in.

Patients often say, "I know so-and-so director or so-and-so leader," but in the end, it turns out they are just making empty promises and bluffing.

Some people even said they knew his mentor, Zhang Weimin, and that he was an acquaintance of his.

When Lu Renxin asked, he learned that Lu Renxin had only visited his clinic twice and hadn't spoken much beyond that.

Despite the low credibility of the claim, Lu Renxin remained calm and was not intimidated by the other party's imposing manner.