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

"Brother Lu, let's go, it's time to get off work. I'll treat you to dinner tonight; I still owe you one."

Lin Bo sat in the chair, kicked his legs, and slid from the next workstation to Lu Renxin's side.

Lu Renxin lowered his eyes and remained silent, only shaking his head to indicate that he would not go.

Seeing him like this, Lin Bo felt very anxious and frustrated.

Lu Renxin has been in this state for several days since the complaint incident.

Not only has Director Zhang not been seen, but Lu Renxin, whose work enthusiasm used to rival that of SpongeBob SquarePants, has also disappeared.

Every day, she acts like a programmed robot, routinely making rounds and writing medical histories without any emotional fluctuation on her face.

I can't figure out what he's thinking.

What could Lu Renxin be thinking? He just felt sorry for his mentor's guidance, that he didn't have the ability to take responsibility for the consequences, and that he needed his mentor's help to clean up the mess.

He harbored resentment towards unreasonable patients.

He felt powerless against He Ping, who was trying to smooth things over and push him out to apologize.

He was just a student, at the very bottom of the pyramid that is the hospital, just a consumable.

The director could crush him with one hand. If it weren't for the teacher's help, even if he went to the residency training office, they would only handle Lu Renxin according to Director He's requirements.

Lu Renxin could only feel his own insignificance, so he was like a frostbitten eggplant, weak and listless.

Seeing him like this, Lin Bo understood, but as his brother, he couldn't help but worry.

"Come on, come on, I've really bleed money today, you'd be missing out if you didn't take advantage of this."

After saying that, Lin Bo reached out and grabbed Lu Renxin from behind, intending to pull him off the chair.

"No, no," Lu Renxin tried to struggle, his voice muffled. "I'll just go home and rest later."

His refusal only made Lin Bo more worried, and he secretly resolved to take him away.

Lu Renxin resisted but failed, and was eventually taken to the hotel entrance under his coercion.

Zhang Family Fatty Intestine Chicken

The two stood under a striking sign that flashed with colorful lights.

It is a very well-known shop near the hospital.

The owner has a great idea; the shop is located right opposite the window of the proctology ward.

Patients in the proctology department, who eat only bland porridge and side dishes every day, can smell the aroma of spicy chili oil from across the street as soon as they open their window.

It smells so tempting, but I can't eat it. The restaurant owner is just too wicked.

Although patients can't eat it, doctors can.

Doctors who possess medical and health knowledge share tips on maintaining healthy lifestyles, eating a light diet, exercising regularly, and drinking less milk tea.

None of the above suggestions can be followed.

With such a heavy workload every day, how can we not have something sweet or spicy to stimulate our emotions and keep us happy?

Zhangjia Fatty Intestine Chicken is the No. 1 choice in the hearts of many doctors at Guanghai City Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital.

Order some for department dinners, order some for night shift dinners...

Of course, the food at his restaurant is indeed delicious. As soon as you enter, the strong and rich aroma of meat fills your nostrils.

"It smells so good!"

They arrived relatively early, so they chose a booth near the floor-to-ceiling window, where they could eat and enjoy the view outside through the glass.

Lin Bo bought a two-person set meal through a group purchase, and while waiting, he tried his best to pique Lu Renxin's interest.

So he cheerfully started telling corny jokes:

"My friend in the lab said that some patients asked them if they were taking all that blood home to make spicy blood curd."

"And what about us? Luckily, no patients asked if the hemorrhoids that were removed were used to make intestines."

"You know what, the location is perfect; fresh produce can be delivered directly here."

Lu Renxin: ...

You're something else! Even though you're used to seeing poop and pee, you can still keep discussing it while eating, even while looking at pictures.

But wouldn't it be too unethical to talk about this kind of topic in a pig intestine restaurant?

"Coming, coming." A waiter wearing the store's uniform red suit and a blue headscarf came over carrying a large pot.

As she approached, the rising steam mixed with the aroma of braised chicken intestines wafted towards her.

It's a blend of butter, Sichuan peppercorns, and Sichuan peppercorn flavors, so overpowering it's unreasonable.

Lu Renxin placed the heavy pot in the indentation he had made on the table, and only then could he see the whole pot inside.

The soup noodles are covered with a thick layer of red oil, with thick chili pepper pieces and plump peppercorns floating in the soup.

The pork intestines were cleaned thoroughly, retaining their unique and captivating aroma of fat.

First, it is deep-fried over high heat, then simmered in braising liquid, absorbing the broth until it becomes soft, tender, and elastic.

For the chicken, we chose a free-range chicken with firm meat, chopped it into small pieces, and then fried it before stewing it.

The skin contracts, locking in the juices inside, resulting in a bright red color, tender yet not dry texture, and spicy yet not overly hot flavor.

A bowl of steaming rice, topped with broth, and served with a few pieces of tender and juicy pork intestines and succulent chicken, is simply a delicacy.

The spiciness burned from my throat all the way to my stomach, leaving me feeling completely refreshed, as if all my worries and troubles had been washed away by this pot of braised chicken with pork intestines.

Delicious food can indeed soothe the soul. After eating two bowls of rice, Lu Renxin felt much better.

What's there to worry about? So what if I'm powerless? As long as I can stand at the peak and reach the top of the pyramid, I can also control the fate of others.

Climb, climb up.

The path of medicine is difficult; it requires more effort and more pressure than others.

If He Ping can become the director, so can I.

I still have the system. As long as I don't stop, it's only a matter of time before I surpass him!

After Lu Renxin figured it out, his whole demeanor was refreshed, and his intelligence once again took over.

No wonder everyone spends so much money on food, with an Engel coefficient of 100%.

No, what Engel coefficient? What did that old Engel know?

Lin Bo looked at Lu Renxin's expression and finally relaxed.

"Brother Lu, you've scared me these past few days. I was afraid you might do something rash."

Lu Renxin couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth: "You think I can't handle this? You underestimate my resilience."

"I was just overthinking things, feeling down, and powerless."

He rested his chin on his hand, his chopsticks absentmindedly poking at the food in his bowl, his gaze fixed on the view outside the window:

"But then I thought, there's always a way. Those directors also rose up step by step from the bottom."

"If they can become directors, so can I! I can even go further!"

Suddenly, his gaze fixed on a familiar figure outside:

"Hey, Lin Bo, look, isn't that Zeng Yang?"

Lin Bo, who had just resolved Lu Renxin's mental block, was happily eating when he heard Lu Renxin's words and followed his gaze.

His pupils contracted sharply, and he seemed to be put on pause.

Across the street, Zeng Yang, dressed in casual clothes, was standing in front of a popular milk tea shop.

There's nothing wrong with that; it's milk tea, everyone likes to drink it.

But what made Lin Bo's blood freeze was the girl standing next to Zeng Yang.

She had short hair, fair skin, and looked quiet and gentle. She was smiling as she spoke to him.

Holding a milk tea in her hands, she leaned forward slightly, a completely unguarded and intimate posture that Lin Bo had never seen before.