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

The invitation stated that the meeting would be held a month from now in Linjiang City, a bustling metropolis with a pleasant sea breeze.

Lu Renxin repeatedly looked at the website link. The core of the conference closely followed the most cutting-edge digital and intelligent technologies and focused on how to achieve high-quality development of hospitals.

Not only will it feature forward-looking sub-forums on topics such as artificial intelligence and digital transformation, but it will also invite mainstream media to participate and host events such as a short video competition, perfectly aligning with the contemporary theme of the deep integration of new media and medical information technology.

He glanced at the list of experts attending the meeting: from Harmony Hospital, Donghua Hospital, Jiren Hospital...

There were also technicians from various large factories: DaMi, XiaWei...

Lu Renxin was genuinely surprised that the bigwigs from top hospitals, who usually appear in academic journals, would attend such a first-ever conference.

But when he saw the list of organizers, his doubts vanished instantly.

This is definitely an industry event you can't miss.

There's no need to even consider whether to go or not; of course, we'll go.

How can we easily give up such a great opportunity to learn and expand our network?

But after the initial excitement, Lu Renxin still needed to consider something: the conference organizers had invited him to give a ten-minute speech. What should he say?

He folded his hands behind his head and stared blankly at the incandescent light bulb on the ceiling.

The audience consisted of industry leaders. If this little Karami were to try to gain expertise in medicine or technology research, he would be showing off his limited skills and exposing his shortcomings.

"To be honest, the only thing I can boast about is the fame I've gained online recently. If it weren't for the slight buzz I've gotten from short videos, I probably wouldn't even have gotten a ticket," Lu Renxin muttered to himself, his thoughts gradually becoming clearer.

Besides him, the conference also invited some leading medical self-media bloggers, indicating that the organizers still value this area of ​​development.

"Since we can't compete on academic qualifications, we can only start from this aspect."

Looking back on the experience of working with Qiang Ge, while not every video they collaborated on could be considered a viral hit, their viewership and fan engagement were both very impressive.

Lu Renxin is also constantly growing in his creative process. He has accumulated a lot of practical experience in selecting topics for online medical science popularization, how to break down professional knowledge in popular language, and how to grasp the public's health pain points.

He has both practical cases and insights, which allows him to leverage his strengths and avoid his weaknesses.

After deciding on his speech topic, Lu Renxin was filled with unprecedented anticipation for his trip to Linjiang City. He even dreamed of standing on the podium and speaking eloquently.

……

[Please ask patient Ye Fan to come to the examination room for treatment.]

As soon as the name appeared on the electronic call number screen, the door to the consultation room was gently pushed open.

A tall but thin young man walked in. He was wearing faded black clothes and had long, messy hair that hung down over his forehead, completely covering his eyes.

He exuded a gloomy and desolate atmosphere; in internet slang, this is called being depressed.

He came in without saying a word, and like a puppet, went straight to the stool and sat down.

"Why aren't you talking, kid! I'm asking you a question!" A rough, large hand slapped Ye Fan on the forehead, the force of which made his body sway violently.

Lu Renxin then noticed that there was a man following behind him.

The middle-aged man looked to be in his forties, and he guessed that he must be Ye Fan's father.

He had dark skin, a stubble beard, and wore a mud-stained t-shirt.

Seeing Lu Renxin staring at him, the man grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and laughed heartily:

"Doctor, please take a look at my son. He keeps telling me he has diarrhea, and he has a hard lump on his butt that is oozing pus. It's driving me crazy."

At this point, he waved his hand dismissively: "If you ask me, he's just faking it. So what if he has diarrhea? It's just a matter of going to the toilet a few more times, and it can even cleanse his intestines."

"So what if the lump on my butt is long? How painful can it be? When I'm working in the fields, I accidentally cut my leg with the sickle, and blood gushed out, but I still didn't utter a sound and went back to work. These young people, if you ask me, are all too delicate and can't endure any hardship."

Lu Renxin frowned, feeling helpless. Based on the parent's behavior, the reason for the patient's taciturnity and even timidity was clear.

The boy remained seated quietly, his hands gripping the straps of his schoolbag tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white from the excessive force.

He kept his head down, his thick bangs covering most of his face, revealing only his thin, pointed chin.

In recent months, he has been suffering from diarrhea. He was already thin, but he has lost another ten pounds. His school uniform pants, which used to fit him perfectly, are now hanging loosely.

"Dr. Lu, am I right?" Seeing that Lu Renxin remained silent, the man pointed at the boy, his face full of disappointment, his voice particularly jarring in the consultation room: "I told him long ago not to eat those shady things from roadside stalls, especially spicy strips and ice water. Do you think they'll make you better?"

"He wouldn't listen, and now look what's happened. His stomach hurts so badly, he's been running to the hospital all day, which has not only disrupted his studies but also cost him a lot of money."

Ye Fan remained silent, burying his head even lower, as if he wanted to shrink into a crack in the ground.

Lu Renxin took a deep breath and raised his hand to signal him to calm down: "Parent, don't rush to conclusions. The child's main symptom is diarrhea, accompanied by a persistent perianal mass, which is not necessarily a simple case of food poisoning."

As he spoke, he looked gently at the boy and deliberately softened his voice, asking, "Besides your stomachache, have you felt unwell anywhere else lately?"

"What else could be wrong?" the middle-aged man answered before Ye Fan could, looking dismissive. "He just ate and drank whatever he wanted and ruined his health. Kids these days are so troublesome. Back in my day..."

Lu Renxin finally couldn't help but interrupt him, his tone stern: "Parent, please don't speak. I'm asking about the child's feelings. Can you understand how he feels? He's the one who's sick, not you!"

The man was taken aback by the retort and then awkwardly shut up.

Ye Fan hesitated, then looked up, his eyes filled with fear, and whispered, "Doctor, I always feel weak..."

Lu Renxin nodded and quickly wrote in the medical record: "The current situation is unclear. I suggest a comprehensive examination first, including gastroscopy, colonoscopy, and blood tests..."

Upon hearing this, the man's face showed surprise and wariness. He muttered, "It's just diarrhea, a little montmorillonite powder will do. Why do I have to have blood drawn for tests now? It all costs money. I knew I wouldn't get out of the hospital without spending a hundred or two hundred yuan... You doctors..."

This is treating him like a money-grubber.

Lu Renxin was helpless; he only considered having Ye Fan undergo the examination out of a sense of responsibility.