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

Just as the snail rice noodles were ready, Lu Renxin's phone started ringing incessantly in his pocket, like a bomb going off.

As soon as he answered the phone, he heard the anxious voice of the on-duty nurse, Sister Lin: "Dr. Lu! Something terrible has happened! Your patient has disappeared!"

His voice was so loud that even Chen Yuanyuan, who was standing next to him, could hear it clearly.

The little girl shrank her neck guiltily, stuck out her tongue shyly, put her hands together, and looked at Lu Renxin with a pleading expression, her eyes filled with hope.

Lu Renxin glanced at her helplessly, his expression full of disdain: You little brat, you're always causing me trouble.

He sighed and reassured her over the phone, "Don't worry, Sister Lin, we're at the food stall downstairs, we'll be right back."

"What! You actually took her out?" Sister Lin's voice instantly rose. "Do you know this is against the rules? As doctors, you can't even set a good example, how are we supposed to manage this..."

Even over the phone, Sister Lin's roaring voice scolded him mercilessly, leaving him no choice but to meekly promise to arrive immediately.

Why are the nurses so angry? Why are they so heartless, confining patients to the ward like prisoners?

It can only be said that every seemingly unreasonable rule has a reason.

Lu Renxin had heard Liu Yichen mention the reason: a patient had gone for a walk after receiving an IV drip and was hit by a car on the road and died on the spot.

The family then pursued the hospital for negligence in its supervision and ultimately paid a large sum of money in compensation.

From then on, leaving the ward became an ironclad rule.

After hanging up the phone, Lu Renxin stared at Chen Yuanyuan with a helpless expression:

"Did you hear me?! Go back right now! Do you know how worried the nurses are if you don't tell them?"

Chen Yuanyuan's eyes darted around, and she immediately put her feet together in a slightly awkward bow: "I promise I'll come back as soon as I get it!"

After seeing her off, Lu Renxin smiled apologetically at Brother Qiang: "I'm sorry you had to see this. This is one of my patients. She has a rather eccentric personality and just happened to run into me while she was sneaking out."

Qiang waved his hand casually, staring thoughtfully at Chen Yuanyuan's departing figure: "I do have a new idea."

They carried two bowls of noodles, each bowl brimming with toppings, soaking in a rich, bright red broth made from snails and pork bones simmered over a low flame, emitting a delightful aroma.

He carefully avoided the crowds and successfully reached the low table, where he sat down on the matching small stool.

Qiang Ge opened the disposable chopsticks, stirred the food back and forth, and then picked up a duck foot: "I've always felt that pure science popularization is hard to keep the public engaged; they'll quickly scroll past the video."

"After all, people are already tired from work and school, and they watch short videos to relieve boredom. If we were to give them a science lesson like we would a class, they wouldn't be very willing to watch."

"Science videos are like plain porridge and side dishes—light and healthy, but they don't really interest people."

He pointed to the overflowing bowl in front of him and said, "The videos we make should be like this bowl of snail rice noodles—heavy on oil and spicy, to whet people's appetites."

"The platform's algorithm also uses completion rate, number of likes, and number of comments to push content; the more exciting and engaging it is, the more traffic it will generate..."

Qiang Ge recounted his years of experience in self-media to Lu Renxin.

As the saying goes, "every profession has its own secrets," and Lu Renxin used to be just an audience member, watching videos he came across without ever really understanding the intricacies of the industry.

Now, through Qiang Ge's explanation, I'm gradually understanding why some videos incite conflict and why some videos deliberately seek criticism...

It all comes down to traffic. Only by stirring up discussions and arguments can you gain popularity, and only with popularity can you gain fans. So what if you get criticized? Being infamous is still being famous.

As he spoke, Qiang took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pulled one out, and pushed the pack towards Lu Renxin, indicating that he should have one too.

Lu Renxin waved his hand, indicating that he should not smoke.

Although he, as a doctor, doesn't always maintain a healthy lifestyle, indulging in things like milk tea, fried chicken, and staying up late, he still tries to smoke as little as possible.

The gross lung specimens from patients with COPD and smokers in the pulmonology department left a deep impression on him.

"Perhaps you can interweave daily life and patients' reactions into your popular science content, presenting it in the form of vlogs. Due to industry barriers, many people are full of curiosity and a desire to explore industries that they don't understand or know."

"Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many viral videos of female anchors' daily lives, appliance repairers' daily lives, and teachers' daily lives..."

"Or we could create a persona, using contrast to highlight the difference and make a deeper impression on everyone..."

Brother Qiang lit his Liqun cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled a cloud of smoke.

The two continued chatting as they ate, their mouths watering. This stall was indeed delicious, fragrant with a hint of spice, and the noodles were soft yet firm, chewy and smooth.

The fried eggs and tofu skin soak up the broth, the peanuts are crispy, and the wood ear mushrooms and pickled cowpeas are refreshing. Every bite brings a different texture and surprise.

……

The next morning, Lu Renxin's alarm clock started ringing. He quickly turned it off and looked at Shen Yueru, who was still fast asleep next to him.

He had to go to work and got up early, but Shen Yueru didn't need to, so every morning he would try to be as quiet as possible so as not to wake her.

But today will be a bit difficult.

His arm was pinned under Shen Yueru's head, and the prolonged lack of blood supply made his hand numb.

If it were clothes that were being pressed down, we could also indulge in a similar fetish, imitating Emperor Ai of Han, Liu Xin, who woke up to find his male favorite, Dong Xian, pressing down on his sleeve. In order not to wake his lover, he simply cut off the sleeve with a knife.

Unfortunately, this isn't a sleeve, it's an arm!

He lifted Shen Yueru's head as gently as possible, leaving a small opening so that his left hand could squeeze out.

Having finally succeeded without waking her, Lu Renxin immediately saw the message Qiang Ge had sent him in the middle of the night.

At 2 a.m., Qiang sent him a document containing the content he had prepared based on the discussions that evening.

Lu Renxin: ...Brother, we're pushing ourselves too hard.

Honestly, with your lifestyle, unhealthy diet, smoking, and drinking, it's no wonder you're going bald.

I also have an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor recommended by Liu Yichen. He also suffers from hair loss and is currently undergoing treatment.

I'd like to introduce you to a renowned veteran TCM doctor at the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department of Anyuan County Hospital. He specializes in tonifying the kidneys and spleen, and nourishing the essence and marrow.

……

In the dressing room, Lu Renxin skillfully changed Chen Yuanyuan's dressing. Looking at the lively little girl in front of him, he asked, "Yuanyuan, I have something I'd like to ask you for help with. Would you be willing?"

"What kind of busyness is it, Doctor?" Chen Yuanyuan blinked her big eyes.

Chen Yuanyuan was the first target that Brother Qiang had his eye on. Her lively and outgoing personality, with its natural talent for acting, made her the perfect candidate for the role.

"Shoot a video? Sure, sure, no problem!" Chen Yuanyuan's eyes lit up instantly upon hearing this, and she agreed without hesitation.