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

After a few days of turmoil, things gradually calmed down in the department.

Those who are fine can continue doing what they were doing; those who are in trouble should go inside and operate the sewing machine, or pay the fine.

The hospital's announcement was prominently displayed on its official website:

[Announcement Regarding the Removal of Comrade He Qijia from Office]

Following a decision by the Party Committee of the Institute and with the approval of the higher-level authorities, the following personnel are hereby appointed or removed from their positions:

He Qijia is relieved of his posts as president and deputy secretary of the Party Committee.

This is to announce that...

[Announcement Regarding the Removal of Comrade He Ping from Office]

Following a decision by the Party Committee of the Institute and with the approval of the higher-level authorities, the following personnel are hereby appointed or removed from their positions:

He Ping is relieved of his post as director of the Department of Anorectal Surgery.

This is to announce that...

As the saying goes, a country cannot be without a ruler for a day, and the same is true for a department; it cannot be without its director for a day.

To everyone's surprise, Zhao Yunxiao, who had always kept a low profile, suddenly became the acting director in this matter.

Although it's called an agency, if there are no major problems, you can get rid of the agency label and officially become a director after working for a while.

In fact, Director Zhao's presence is usually very low. He is not the current department head and does not have actual power, nor is he Zhang Weimin, who still retains the prestige of the former department head.

He always hid behind He Ping, like a background figure, occasionally agreeing with Director He's opinions.

Lu Renxin had always suspected that he was a member of He Ping's faction, but he never expected that he would be able to escape unscathed.

No, he suddenly recalled the night a few days before Director He's accident.

It was his shift that day, and the office was empty.

Only Zhao Yunxiao came over midway and sat at the computer at the very back, typing away on the keyboard.

This computer stores all the data within the department.

Since he didn't know where the files were stored, he also asked Lu Renxin which folder contained them.

Lu Renxin naturally provided detailed information, but at the time he didn't think much of it, assuming that Director Zhao had just decided to check the monthly performance on a whim.

But upon closer inspection, it's not that simple; all the registration and data collection work was done by these students.

These department heads never cared about these things. Everyone was only concerned about whether their own performance was good enough and how many surgeries they performed, and didn't care much about other people's data.

Why would a director suddenly become concerned about these data, especially before He Ping's incident?

Moreover, there are rumors that Dean He received a huge amount of bribes, and Director He's case also involves a considerable amount of money, but in addition to that, there is another issue involved—moral conduct.

A female student of He Ping came forward accusing him of using his position as a mentor to force her to maintain an improper relationship with him.

However, the students all knew that this person was absolutely acting voluntarily, and she always considered herself the junior teacher's wife.

Fortunately, she had a master's degree and was a year below Wang Jingyao; otherwise, who knows who would have received the better offer?

Lu Renxin didn't believe that someone like that would stand up and betray her without anyone promising her any benefits.

It's just unclear how much effort Director Zhao put into He Ping's downfall and how much he was involved.

……

The directors come and go, but the subordinates remain constant.

Working under anyone is still working, and Lu Renxin had been working diligently for a long time.

After redeeming all of his monthly welfare funds, he finally accumulated enough healing points to redeem the Precision Stitching skill.

He opened the system and selected a picture.

Confirm Redemption?

Lu Renxin had come specifically for him, so he didn't hesitate and clicked "Yes".

As soon as the button was clicked, a yellow light appeared in the system, which then rapidly expanded until it completely enveloped Lu Renxin.

He drifted out of consciousness, his mind went blank, and he couldn't help but close his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the scene before him was no longer the familiar rented room.

The scene before him was no longer the familiar rented room, but a spacious, bright area.

The area, as bright as day, was only about the size of a classroom, while the surrounding area was shrouded in darkness.

Lu Renxin scanned the area, trying to figure out what it was, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see it clearly.

He could only focus on what was in front of him. At a glance, all he saw were various instruments: electrocautery, hemostatic forceps, teaching aids... everything was there.

The most striking feature is in the very center, where a cyborg lies quietly on an operating table.

Lu Renxin initially thought this was a real person, which startled him, and he began to have doubts:

Does the system also handle human trafficking? No need, no need. I'm just learning how to stitch things up; there's no need to use real people.

Upon closer inspection, it became clear that it was fake; a light screen even popped up when Lu Renxin got close.

The above lists various surgical methods, and after trying them out of curiosity, he found that the dummy changed.

The wound was clearly a surgical incision that appeared after that type of surgery—it's amazing!

Lu Renxin was invigorated; he hadn't expected the system's learning space to be so advanced.

[This is a consciousness simulation space; the system will guide the host in their learning.]

[Note: Host, please be aware that you can only escape once you reach an excellent level. Please practice diligently.]

What?! You can't come out if you haven't studied well?! If I had this kind of space when I took the college entrance exam, I would have gotten into Tsinghua or Peking University long ago!

He shook his head, clearing his mind of the random thoughts, and looked down at the tools in his hands, where faint blue operation lines vaguely appeared before his eyes.

Each time Lu Renxin moved, a faint light guided him, like a beginner's quest.

He followed the outline to sew and tie the knots...

Upon initial completion, the system displayed the following message: [Score: Pass, but does not meet requirements. We encourage you to continue your efforts.]

Lu Renxin took a deep breath; it seemed he had no choice but to continue.

Once, twice, three times...

He was completely focused and devoted all his energy to continuous practice.

After an unknown amount of time, Lu Renxin rubbed his eyes and suddenly realized that despite such intense training, he didn't feel tired at all.

Perhaps it's because of this space? He guessed. If that's the case, then let's continue!

After a long while, the system notification sound finally came:

[Rating: Excellent, meets requirements, host has mastered the skill - Precise Stitching, exit learning space]

As he exited, a beam of white light split in two, shooting towards his left and right hands respectively, and instantly merging into his body.

Lu Renxin then came to his senses and realized that he was lying on the floor. He had been standing when he came in. It seemed that next time he would better lie on the bed.

He got up from the ground, glanced at his bracelet, and saw that it was already six in the morning.

Ten hours have passed since I entered the space at 8 PM last night.

Although he hadn't slept all night, Lu Renxin was still full of energy, feeling more relaxed than ever before, both physically and mentally.

He stared at his hands; his fingers were still slender and long, his skin fair, and he saw no difference from before. A question couldn't help but arise in his mind:

Did I really redeem it last night? Could it have just been a dream?

He tried moving his fingers, rhythmically moving each finger in turn, imitating the movements of playing the piano, and felt the difference.