In the emergency department of the Third City Hospital, contract worker Shen Zhou earns a monthly salary of 4,500, but he can't even be assigned to carry a stretcher.
On the day of the divorce, my ex-wife said: "You are twenty-six years old and you are still a contract worker carrying a stretcher."
He dug out the medical consultation notes left by his grandfather. From then on, he first looked at people's appearance, color, and nails.
The director said he was crazy. Until the CT report came out, the director's hands were shaking.
The dean gave him an establishment with an annual salary of one million, and asked him to work as a personal doctor for big shots. He shook his head, walked into the village in the city, and opened a small clinic.
The ex-wife regretted it. The head of the Huo Group begged him for help. The health bureau came to check on him. The building materials man in the east of the city wants to buy his shop.
He waited for no one. Just open the door and say, "Get in line."
