"Families with financial difficulties do not have much savings, and it’s hard to sustain when expenses exceed inco. Even if the hospitalization fees can be reimbursed, other daily expenses are still significant. If it’s possible to find a part-ti job in the hospital cafeteria, I can take care of the patient and earn so inco at the sa ti."
"You—" Brother Luo’s lips began to quiver, and he started to tremble all over. On closer look, his eyes were turning red.
"If you think my suggestion isn’t good—" Xie Wanying stopped mid-sentence as she noticed the other person’s sudden movent.
With a thud, Brother Luo squatted on the ground, wrapped his arms around his head, and started pulling his hair vigorously. After a while, he began hitting himself as if his fists were pounding into a sandbag.
He was filled with regret, truly regretful. What had he been doing before? He thought he was doing justice, yet he ended up attacking soone with a similar situation to his own.
It’s easy for outsiders to form a collective misconception about a profession after hearing rumors and thus ignore individual differences. For instance, most people believe all doctors have high incos and are wealthy.
It’s true that doctors’ inco levels should be considered among the upper-middle class in society. This point is undeniable. Regardless, doctors study for many years before entering work, and the investnt itself is significant, requiring cost calculations. Like people in other industries, even with high inco, each doctor’s family background is different, personal lives are different, and various reasons an individual assets absolutely cannot achieve equal wealth within the industry. Take Doctor Zhang Tinghai, for example; he’s been working hard to repay his father’s huge debts.
In Brother Luo’s case, after hearing others’ words and adding his own special experiences, he’s easily incited. Kind-hearted people are the easiest to deceive and provoke. The world is full of deceit and trickery. Not allowing kind-hearted people to fight amongst themselves is probably the most essential but difficult part of resolving doctor-patient disputes.
"I’m sorry—" Brother Luo’s intermittent sobs ca from between his arms.
Xie Wanying reached out her hand, and in a manner resembling Teacher Du’s, she patted the patient’s family mber’s shoulder steadily to comfort him: It’s okay, it’s okay.
"I will turn myself in." Brother Luo solemnly promised her once more.
After sending Brother Luo off, the sky outside had turned dark. It hadn’t snowed tonight, but the biting cold wind was hardly any better than a snowy day. The northern temperature was very low. When stepping out of the inpatient departnt, Xie Wanying wrapped her scarf around her neck two more tis.
The streetlights outside the hospital were sowhat dim at night. In the pitch-black sky, two beams of white headlights flashed, followed by the sound of a car door opening. Soone got out of the car.
"Xie Wanying, co here."
The person was leaning on the car door, a tall figure silhouetted against the darkness, calling out to her.
It was Senior Chang’s voice. Planning to take a turn to the bus stop, she now had to retrace her steps towards the car. Upon getting closer, she saw that Senior Chang drove an impressive white rcedes.
Just like what her mother said, being a doctor with a decent inco was a path towards a better life for poor families. She had to work hard.
"Do you like my new car?" Seeing her gaze fixed on his car, Chang Jiawei’s eyes turned into fox-like lines as he smiled and asked.
Xie Wanying lifted her head slightly, unsure how to respond. She wasn’t interested in the car itself but in the feeling of having money soday.
As he looked into her eyes, which sparkled like moonlight on a dark night, Chang Jiawei couldn’t help but swallow hard.
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