Other Systems Make Gods Rich, but My Partial Religion Is Ruined

Shen Yan, the chief surgeon at a tertiary hospital, was so tired from two consecutive emergency surgeries that he traveled through time. In 1974, the Red Flag Brigade, a seventeen-year-old cowardly doormat. There is an extra system in my mind. System: "Newbie's mission: stay in bed to recuperate, gain favor from your family, and be rewarded with coarse grain steamed buns! Tips: Qi Ling will suffer hardships and suffer losses, lying down is the most profitable, shortcuts are the most important!" Shen Yan: "Other systems can make gods rich, but you only focus on teaching me to be lazy?" System: "..." Later—— System: "High-risk warning! Rescue is time-consuming and laborious with no profit. It is recommended that the host avoids risks and lies down to stay safe!" Shen Yan was already squatting on the ground sewing the wound. System: "Incorrect data! Negative returns! Why do humans give up the benefits of shortcuts and spend their energy to save people for free?" Shen Yan: "You can calculate the pros and cons, but you can't calculate people's hearts." Later—— The system has been tamed into a medical knowledge base that works hard without complaint and plays documents silently every day. The lights of thousands of families in the prosperous age are created by the flesh and blood of the doers, the lives of the martyrs, and the belated glimmer of humanity of the wicked.