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

It was 8:20 p.m., and the night was already deep.

After a busy day, Lu Renxin dragged his heavy steps back to his small but cozy little home.

I took out my key and opened the gate. As soon as I pushed it open, I heard a series of urgent "clucking" sounds coming from my feet.

He closed the courtyard gate, squatted down, picked up the dark figure that kept circling around his legs, and carried it into the house.

Under the light, she stayed obediently in his arms.

It was a black and white hen with fluffy feathers, a round body, and a single red comb.

That's right, many people keep pets; some keep dogs, some keep cats, some keep birds...

Lu Renxin, on the other hand, raised a chicken.

This chicken named Big Flower is not strictly speaking a pet chicken.

It was a rainy day when Lu Renxin found it in the bushes on both sides of his road home.

A tiny, yellowish lump curled up inside a broken eggshell.

It's possible that the hatched animals were accidentally thrown out by nearby residents.

"Chirp, chirp."

Seemingly knowing that someone could save it, Big Flower struggled to let out a tender cry.

Lu Renxin originally didn't want to keep it.

He traveled alone from a small county in a populous province to a big city to study and work.

It's hard enough to support myself, how can I possibly have the energy to keep a pet?

But as graduation approached, the pressure on him grew.

Sometimes when I video chat with my parents, I open my mouth as if I want to tell them my troubles.

But Lu Renxin's father was a worker and his mother ran a small shop; they had never left their hometown, the small county town.

Having never been to university, I simply cannot understand his distress.

Looking at the increasingly aged figure of her father, Lu Huaishan, and the white hair at the temples of her mother, Li Ailan, in the video.

In the end, he said nothing, only, "I'm doing well, don't worry."

Forget it, saying anything would only cause them more trouble.

In the end, he still brought Da Hua home.

Hens actually make great pets; they're very affectionate.

He likes to be held and will follow Lu Renxin for walks in the yard like a puppy.

The fluffy, soft feathers smell of sunshine.

This greatly alleviated Lu Renxin's anxiety caused by academic pressure.

In addition, the giant flower can now provide an egg as a protein source every day.

Big flower, that's wonderful!

Holding it, Lu Renxin sat cross-legged and began to review his day's achievements.

Change the dressings on seven beds, 0.2g per bed.

Scraping granulation tissue on a bed yields 2 treatment points.

I accompanied two surgeries, one at 6 o'clock and the other at 3 o'clock.

Total: 12.4 points.

After restarting the system, Lu Renxin drooled as he looked at the dazzling array of goods in the online store.

I'm poor.

You're poor in real life, and even if you're tied to a system, you're still poor!

Sleep well, you can have anything in your dreams.

……

"Ah, he's alive again."

Having finally gotten a good night's sleep without staying up all night, Lu Renxin stretched and felt refreshed.

I took an egg out of the big flower's nest and ate it for breakfast.

This morning, he needs to follow his mentor, Zhang Weimin, to copy prescriptions at the outpatient clinic.

Copying prescriptions, in essence, means accompanying your mentor to see patients.

As a doctor, my location within the hospital is quite fixed.

It's either a hospital ward, an outpatient clinic, or an operating room.

Before becoming a doctor, Lu Renxin always thought that doctors only needed to see patients for two days a week.

I only realized how wrong I was after I actually became a doctor!

The hospital cannot allow any worker to work only two days a week!

The doctors rotate through three different locations!

Lu Renxin arrived at the outpatient building before the clinic opened.

The modern fortress, constructed of glass, steel, and concrete, appears majestic and awe-inspiring under the sunlight.

The registration desk is located directly opposite the main entrance on the first floor of the outpatient building, and there are also many self-service registration machines around it.

Go up the escalator to the second floor, and you'll find the consultation rooms for different departments.

The hospital thoughtfully categorized its departments as follows: Internal Medicine, Surgery, Traditional Chinese Medicine, and Traditional Chinese Medicine Surgery...

Push open the door and enter the No. 2 clinic of Traditional Chinese Medicine Surgery.

The interior of the consultation room was simply furnished, with a desk and a computer on it.

A treatment bed was placed near the wall, and a privacy curtain was installed on the ceiling.

Next to the bed is a treatment cabinet, and the supplies needed for today are neatly arranged in the corner.

Professor Zhang Weimin, whose hair was gray but still neatly combed, with his back straight and eyes bright, had already sat down at the table.

A few ink stains were scattered on the cuffs of the white coat, and the buttons were neatly fastened from top to bottom.

Upon seeing Lu Renxin enter, he greeted him kindly:

"Xiao Lu, you're here. Have you had breakfast yet?"

Lu Renxin quickly and respectfully replied:

"Good morning, teacher. I've eaten."

I arrived more than ten minutes early, but the teacher still came so early.

He didn't dare hesitate and quickly turned on his computer.

I reckon this morning will be another day of non-stop work, with no time to rest.

He is a renowned senior expert in Guanghai City.

Zhang Weimin has many patients at his outpatient clinic.

They came from all over the country, from other provinces, with difficult and complicated diseases, and patients whose wounds had not healed properly after surgery at other hospitals...

There are all kinds of patients.

In today's developed society, many hospitals implement an appointment system for medical visits.

You can book an appointment in advance on your phone, but once you've seen the appointment number, they don't add many more, or they limit the number of people who can be added.

But Zhang Weimin was different; he accepted every patient who came to him without exception.

This resulted in a large number of patients visiting his clinic, with a constant stream of patients like an assembly line.

Lu Renxin accompanied him from one book to the next, without even having time to go to the bathroom.

He admired his mentor, who could be full of energy after a morning clinic visit and even go for a long run in the park in the evening.

Unlike him, who was practically dead by the time he finished work, his energy completely drained.

With only a few minutes left before the clinic officially opened, Zhang Weimin used this time to check on his students:

"Xiao Lu, how's your article coming along?"

When Lu Renxin was asked about his writing, he felt very guilty since he had nothing to write about. He scratched his head sheepishly.

"Teacher, I'm still submitting it, and the magazine hasn't replied yet."

Zhang Weimin looked at his disciple with concern in his eyes:

"You need to hurry up too, or you won't be able to graduate in the end."

"If you could allocate half of your clinical skills to research, or even a third, you wouldn't have any problem graduating."

As a mentor, he naturally hopes that every student can succeed smoothly.

So he encouraged Lu Renxin, saying:

"Read how others write, and learn from their strengths."

"Remember to send me the paper when you get back, and I'll take another look at it."

Lu Renxin nodded hurriedly:

"Okay, teacher."

In fact, he knew perfectly well the level of his writing; if he showed it to his advisor, he would definitely get a severe scolding.

Sigh, even an ugly daughter-in-law has to meet her in-laws, and a terrible thesis still has to be reviewed by the supervisor.

At 8:00 AM sharp, the outpatient clinic opened, and Lu Renxin quickly switched to work mode.

"Patient No. 0801, He Dong, please proceed to consultation room number 2..."

The first patient has entered the examination room; he is a young man in his early twenties.

His eyes held both the innocence and naiveté of a college student.

He had barely sat down when he eagerly began to speak:

"Director Zhang, I have a lump on my butt."

"What are the specific manifestations?"

"I felt a hard lump on my butt, it hurts a bit, and my roommate took a look and it's red."

"I asked Bao Dou, and it said it's an anal fistula. Is it really an anal fistula?"

"I can't even sit properly in class, I can only slouch..."