"Poverty people don't have much savings, and they feel uncomfortable and can't last long. Even if the patient's hospitalization fee can be reimbursed, other daily expenses are as large. If you can find a part-time job in the hospital cafeteria, you can take care of the patients on the one hand and have some income on the other hand."

"You--" Brother Luo's mouth trembled, and his whole body trembled. Looking closely, his eyes were about to turn red.

"If you think my suggestion is not good--" Xie Wanying suddenly stopped her voice as she said halfway through the words, and saw the other party suddenly move.

With a bang, Brother Luo squatted on the ground, hugged his head with both hands and grabbed his hair. After a while, he slammed his fist as if he was smashing a sandbag.

I regret it, I really regret it...what did he do before? He thought he was a hero, but in the end he was blowing his fist at a person who was similar to his situation.

After hearing this, it is easy for laymen to form a collective wrong impression of a certain profession and ignore individual differences. For example, most people think that doctors are rich in high incomes.

Yes, the income level of doctors should be said to be middle-class in society, and this is undeniable. No matter how, doctors have been studying for many years and then working, and their investments are large, which require calculation costs. Like people in other industries, even if they have high incomes, each doctor has a different family background and a different personal life. It is absolutely impossible to say that personal assets are equally rich in the industry due to the reasons. For example, Dr. Zhang Tinghai, who has been working hard to help his father pay his huge debts.

Brother Luo’s situation is something he heard about, and with some of his own special experiences, he is easily incited. Kind people are most likely to be deceived and ignorant. There are many intrigues in the world. Don’t let kind people fight with kind people themselves. It is probably the most important and difficult part of doctor-patient disputes.

"Sorry--" Brother Luo's intermittent choking sound came from his arms.

Xie Wanying stretched out her hand, feeling like Teacher Du, she patted the patient's family's shoulders steadily and comforted her: It's okay, it's okay.

"I will surrender." Brother Luo made a solemn promise to her again.

Gu sent off Brother Luo, it was already dark outside. It was not snowing tonight, and the cold wind whirring towards him was not much better than the snowy day. The temperature in the north was very low. When he walked out of the hospitalization department, Xie Wanying wrapped her scarf around her neck twice.

At night, the street lights outside the hospital were a little dim. Two white headlights flashed in the dark sky. Then, when the car door opened, someone came out of the car.

"Xie Wanying, come here."

The man held the car door, and his tall figure shouted to her with the darkness on his back.

This sound is from Senior Chang. He originally planned to turn a corner to the bus stop, but now he can only turn around and get closer to the bus. When he got closer, he saw that Senior was driving a cool white Mercedes-Benz.

As her mother said, being a doctor is a good income, which is a way for their poor families to live a good life. She has to work hard.

"Do you like my new car?" Seeing her staring at his car, Chang Jiawei's eyes smiled into two fox lines and said.

Xie Wanying raised her head and didn't know how to answer. She didn't like cars, but she liked the feeling that she was so rich.
Chapter completed!