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

Zhang Weimin stood up, looked up at the roof, and sighed, "To be honest, it's actually not so bad for me to be kicked out now."

"He Ping is a man who doesn't know when to stop, is too greedy, and clings too tightly to power."

He paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, his face showing worry and helplessness: "I'm worried that he might accidentally cause trouble and implicate me."

Lu Renxin recalled He Ping's style of doing things and expressed his deep agreement. From making a big fuss about the whistleblower, to his usual dislike of non-direct troops, to demanding kickbacks... every single thing was evidence.

Zhang Weimin's wrinkles were filled with disappointment: "Sigh, you're my student, so I'll just tell you what's on my mind."

"Everyone knows that I was the one who pushed him up, but no one knows the reason behind it. It's not because I valued him so much, or because he initially performed very well and was good at flattering me, but because the dean put in a good word for him."

The dean? The current dean, He Qijia? What's the relationship between these two?

Two people with the same surname, could it be...?

Lu Renxin, who was initially confused, made a bold guess, believing that his guess had at least a 60% chance of being correct.

We live in a society based on personal connections, and people generally believe in minding their own business.

If there's no connection, no vested interest, and they're not relatives, why would a high-ranking hospital leader like the hospital director help?

"So, you're graduating soon, so just bear with it during this last period. There's no need to go against him or get too involved."

Zhang Weimin was very sincere; he was indeed a good teacher, trying his best to guide his students on how to behave.

Lu Renxin understood the teacher's concern and the helplessness of the department's current situation. He nodded repeatedly, wishing he could graduate as soon as he woke up and successfully escape this vortex.

……

A few days later, at exactly 8:00 AM.

After handing over the shift, He Ping called everyone to a stop again. His usually stern face now showed a rare smile.

"Please wait a moment, I have something to tell you."

Another notice came, and everyone looked at each other in surprise. They hadn't heard of any major developments at the hospital recently, nor had they heard of any departmental or director meetings.

Everyone kept quiet, stopped walking, and stood silently, listening attentively to the director's speech:

"We have officially reached a cooperation agreement with the pharmaceutical company that gave the lecture last time."

He Ping started by clapping, then stopped and waited for everyone to process the news before speaking again:

"From now on, every time we admit a patient, we should recommend the nutritional powder."

"If they want to buy it, everyone should write a self-payment form and let them buy it at the pharmacy on the first floor of the inpatient department. It costs 160 yuan per box."

Hospitals have a huge flow of people, so it's natural that convenience stores and pharmacies will set up shop there.

The most prominent area downstairs is a convenience store on the left and Puji Pharmacy on the right.

We mainly provide medical assistive equipment, such as compression stockings, medicine decocting pots, etc.

Also, there are medications not covered by medical insurance, such as nutritional powder and albumin...

The lunch a few days ago was definitely worth it, Lu Renxin remarked, adding that every patient admitted to the hospital needed to be sold to.

These extra workloads are borne by them alone, since the big shots don't have to admit patients or write medical histories.

They only need to handle outpatient clinics, surgeries, and dressing changes... the students will take care of the rest of the miscellaneous tasks.

After the morning meeting ended, quite a few people were still discussing it, and Lin Bo also came over to ask Lu Renxin:

"Brother Lu, do you think we really need to explain this to every single patient? There are so many people every day, our voices will be hoarse if we explain it all."

Lu Renxin shook his head and said softly, "I plan to leave it to fate. I'll just mention it briefly, and whether the patient buys it or not is entirely up to him."

Lin Bo thought what he said made a lot of sense, and decided, "Then I'll do it the same way."

……

Patients had already formed a long queue at the entrance, and everyone worked together, sitting in front of several computers and getting busy.

Standing before Lu Renxin was a fair-skinned, handsome young man in his early twenties, with a hint of shyness on his face.

He began by asking, as usual, during the admission process: "What's wrong?"

"Anal injury," the boy said in a low voice.

Lu Renxin almost didn't hear clearly. It's just an external injury, right? Why is this tall guy acting so coy?

Perhaps he was a bit shy, because he didn't seem to mind and continued to ask, "What was the cause? Was it constipation?"

When this was mentioned, the boy blushed slightly, glanced left and right to make sure no one was eavesdropping, and then whispered, "Doctor, you might not believe it."

"It rained last night, and I was walking along the road when there was too much water. My shoes were too slippery, and I slipped and fell."

He clenched his fists and emphasized, "Who knew that by such a coincidence, there was a protrusion on the edge of the manhole cover that just happened to poke my butt."

What a coincidence! It's too much of a coincidence. Lu Renxin looked at the boy who was speaking so earnestly and suppressed his doubts.

"I screamed in pain when I got back and found that it was badly injured."

It was a perfect storm of circumstances, but it just so happened to be a rainy day, and that's exactly when I fell down.

This is even more outrageous than the bathroom slip-in or accidental sitting-in versions I've heard before...

Lu Renxin smiled and replied, "Okay, I understand."

A good doctor is one who trusts his patients; whatever they say is true.

Wang Jingyao, who was next to Lu Renxin, was admitting another patient. He was a little faster than Lu Renxin and was already asking the patient if he needed nutritional powder.

"You'll experience pain after surgery. We have a nutritional powder here specially formulated for post-operative patients. It's not expensive. Would you like some?"

The patient hesitated, asking with some difficulty, "Do I really have to buy it?"

Wang Jingyao stopped what he was doing and stared intently at the patient: "It's okay if you don't buy it."

"But—" he gasped for breath, "don't blame us if you're in pain later."

Hearing him say that, the patient's face scrunched up in distress.

Wang Jingyao seized the opportunity to add fuel to the fire, saying, "Nutritional powder is still very necessary. Think about it again, and I'll prescribe something else for you first."

Ultimately, out of trust in the doctor and fear of pain, the patient accepted Wang Jingyao's recommendation, took the illegible form he had written, and left the office.

The boy overheard their conversation and asked hesitantly, "Doctor, do I need to buy that nutritional powder?"

Lu Renxin was conflicted. He had already decided not to push the product, but he hadn't figured out how to answer.

Wang Jingyao was right next to him; he would definitely tattle on someone.

If he were to say directly that it's useless and there's no need to buy it, He Ping would probably come over and criticize him in no time.

He had already paid the price for going against Director He last time, so he wasn't afraid. He just felt bad about making his mentor clean up his mess again.

Zhang Weimin's words echoed in my mind: "Just bear with it, just bear with it until graduation."

Graduation is the time to fly high and free, who will care about him anymore!