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

"System, I misunderstood you. It was just a delay!"

Lu Renxin breathed a long sigh of relief, his tense nerves finally relaxing.

Wang Jingyao was still rambling on and on, boasting in my ear: "The Core Journal of Chinese Literature, it's actually not that difficult to write. You can get it done with a little effort..."

He slammed his hand on the table, the sudden noise interrupting Wang Jingyao's boasting.

Lu Renxin raised his chin, his tone tinged with a triumphant smugness: "Sorry, I'm pregnant!"

"Got it? Got what?" Wang Jingyao's eyes were full of confusion, clearly not keeping up with Lu Renxin's erratic thinking.

"Of course, some articles were accepted!"

His voice was filled with excitement; if he had just been suffering in hell, he had now flown to heaven.

Lu Renxin smugly pulled out his phone and flashed the freshly issued job offer in front of Wang Jingyao.

After Wang Jingyao saw it clearly, he couldn't help but exclaim, "What incredible luck!"

He curled his lip: "Introduction to Colorectal Diseases, isn't that just a low-scoring subject? It's not even an SCI-indexed paper, what's there to be so happy about..."

He never expected that Lu Renxin, who was full of worries and unable to refute him just a second ago, would receive a notification the next second.

I managed to stay just before the deadline; my luck was absolutely incredible.

Lu Renxin was in a good mood and didn't want to talk to him anymore. He quickly turned on his computer and started filling in the information about his achievements required for graduation.

It's tedious and complicated, requiring frequent screenshots and searching through files.

Finally, at the last minute before the deadline, he completed the submission.

"Phew—" The huge weight on his heart finally lifted. At least he could graduate without any problems.

……

April 30th, the day before Labor Day.

Lu Renxin squatted at the connection between the two high-speed train carriages, trying to minimize the area he occupied.

"Snacks, drinks, bottled water...do you need anything?"

When the train attendant pushed the trolley over, he squeezed desperately into the corner in order to get the trolley through.

Looking around, there were people everywhere, a sea of ​​people...

There was still some space for people in their seats, but the aisles and connecting areas between the carriages were packed with people, making the entire carriage look like a giant sardine can.

Lu Renxin originally did not plan to go home.

Although the May Day holiday is five days long, his home is quite far from Guanghai, and high-speed rail tickets are really hard to buy.

Airplane ticket prices have skyrocketed, to the point where planes can fly side-by-side.

Lu Renxin doesn't go back home often each year; the only long holidays he gets are May Day, National Day, and Chinese New Year.

If it's a shift, it's impossible to find anyone willing to switch shifts; everyone wants to go home.

So he really hadn't seen his parents for a long time, but he was about to graduate, so honestly there was no need to rush for the next two months.

So Lu Renxin told his parents in a video call that he wouldn't be going home for the Labor Day holiday.

He had originally planned to work at the hospital every day, and after studying in Guanghai for so long, he hadn't had time to properly explore the area.

Taking advantage of the fact that I don't have any work commitments during this holiday, I can take a short trip to the surrounding area.

But this morning I received a call from my mother.

Lu Renxin was full of questions. Didn't he just call and say he wasn't coming home?

As soon as the call connected, I heard my mother's voice, trembling with tears: "Xinxin, your dad suddenly fainted this morning and was just taken to the hospital..."

"How could this happen? My dad has always been in good health." Lu Renxin was extremely anxious, filled with panic and worry.

He immediately packed his things to take the high-speed train home, but after refreshing the 12306 website several times, all direct high-speed trains showed: 0 tickets remaining.

Lu Renxin had no other choice but to take a gamble. He bought a ticket for one stop, intending to buy a short ticket and ride the long one, hoping to sneak onto the train first and then find the conductor to pay the difference later.

But he didn't expect that when the holiday came, everyone wanted to go home, and everyone was a smart person, so a group of smart people bumped into each other.

Today's high-speed rail can no longer be called high-speed rail; it should be called a regular train. No, even regular trains aren't this exaggerated.

Lu Renxin had to exert all his strength to find a place to squat down at the connection between the carriages.

Even the option to buy a supplementary ticket was refused. The flight attendant told him that because too many people had bought short-distance tickets and were traveling long distances, no one could buy a supplementary ticket.

If no one gets off the train and the train alarm sounds at the next station, all passengers without tickets will be forced to get off in order to maintain normal operation.

Lu Renxin's heart was in his throat, but it eased a little with each stop, as he got closer to home.

With so many people, the oxygen level in the carriage was severely insufficient, and he became drowsy due to the jolting.

The announcement suddenly blared, breaking the noise in the carriage:

"Attention passengers, a passenger has suddenly fallen ill and urgently needs medical assistance. If there are any medical personnel available, please proceed to carriage number 5."

The sound echoed in the crowded space, and many passengers curiously looked towards carriage number 5.

Those with family and friends nearby huddled together, whispering, "What happened?" "Who's sick?"...

Lu Renxin's body stiffened abruptly. He was indeed a doctor with a medical license.

He instinctively wanted to get up and help; when they enrolled, all the teachers told them that "doctors should have a benevolent heart."

They even swore an oath: "I am determined to do my utmost to alleviate human suffering, promote perfect health, uphold the sanctity and honor of medicine, heal the wounded and rescue the dying, persevere through hardships, and dedicate my life to the development of the nation's medical and health undertakings and the physical and mental health of humankind."

But then I thought of the news I saw online, about doctors being repeatedly questioned and asked for their credentials after saving lives on the high-speed train, and even cases where family members held them accountable afterward.

He glanced furtively toward carriage number 5, where a crowd of curious onlookers had already gathered, and the train attendants were anxiously weaving through the crowd.

I remember when my father had a full head of white hair during the Chinese New Year, he was probably lying in a hospital bed now.

Wrinkles have appeared on my mother's face, and she's probably feeling helpless in the hospital now.

He has a long future ahead of him, so many things to deal with, and he has to take responsibility for his parents and family.

In case... in case getting involved causes trouble, being late to get home is a minor issue.

What if my operation is not standardized and it worsens the patient's condition?

If something really happens and he gets into trouble, it's simply not something his family can afford.

"Mind your own business," he muttered to himself. "I'm just a proctologist, what help can I possibly offer?"

Lu Renxin stopped looking at it, lowered his head, and took out his phone to look at the message his mother had sent him.

The announcement came on again, this time with an even more urgent tone. Passengers around began to murmur, "Why hasn't a doctor stepped forward yet...?"

There may have been doctors who were willing to step forward, but reality taught them a lesson.

The experiences of those who came before us are like a net, preventing those who come after us from extending a helping hand.

The train moved smoothly, and the scenery outside the window rushed past.

The area around carriage number 5 gradually quieted down, as if the matter had been resolved.

Lu Renxin breathed a sigh of relief, wondering what happened to the passenger in the end, and whether his choice was correct.

All he knew was that he had to be responsible for himself and his family.