Doctors Have to Pay for Internships? I Turned to Funeral Wailing and Made a Fortune

Intern doctor Lin Mo is starving to death. With both parents dead, he has just managed to scrape together his tuition through part-time jobs and scholarships. Then he runs into a medical internship that charges him to work, and a text from his landlord saying the locks are being changed feels more urgent than an emergency room alert. “The funeral home needs someone to wail at a wake. Two hundred a night, paid on the spot.” Old Wang from the morgue takes a drag on his cigarette, his words colder than the room for the dead. And so the city’s most outrageous double life begins: By day, he’s the hardest-working intern at City No. 1 Hospital, brandishing a scalpel to wrest patients from the Reaper. By night, he puts on mourning clothes and stands watch in the funeral hall. The bereaved praise his heartfelt wailing, while his colleagues complain that he always smells of funeral paper ashes. And those supposedly supernatural “midnight cries” whispered about around the hospital are nothing more than his footsteps as he rushes off to wail at a wake after finishing a night shift. The ER gets a patient. On closer inspection, isn’t this the old man he wailed over until he was dead yesterday? Lin Mo: “…” If he quits now to become a full-time professional mourner, is it too late? (No ghosts! Mild scares! Light comedy! Everyday life! Saving lives by day and wailing at funerals for cash by night: watch a broke intern doctor turn his life around in the world between life and death!)