When Chen Zhiyuan pulled out the last silver needle, the cock crowed for the third time outside the window.
The old man's breathing stabilized on the bed, and his family members gratefully stuffed eggs into his white coat, but they found it empty - there should have been a stethoscope issued by the health center, but it was "temporarily withheld" by the director three months ago because he asked too much about the whereabouts of poverty alleviation medicine funds.
"Doctor Chen, this letter..." The old man suddenly grabbed his wrist and pressed an envelope with his skinny fingers. "If I lose it, give it to the county..."
Before he finished speaking, the roar of the motorcycle outside the door suddenly stopped.
The village party secretary, Ma Fugui, put his head in with a smile on his face: "Thank you, Doctor Chen! Just in time, Deputy Director Sun of the county is investigating and asked to try our village's local chicken. You have good medical skills, can you help us find out which one is the most beneficial?"
Chen Zhiyuan pinched the envelope in his pocket, the edges denting the palms of his hands.
He suddenly remembered his mentor's words: "As a doctor in China, sometimes you have to treat things that are more troublesome than diseases."
He didn't understand then.
Today, he might be starting to understand.
