Becoming a Billionaire after Divorce-Chapter 711 - 262: Huang Han, My First Kiss Is Gone?

Chapter 711: Chapter 262: Huang Han, My First Kiss Is Gone?

Good food always lifts people’s spirits.

After eating hometown food, Wang Xin was visibly in a much better mood.

"Thank you guys." She suddenly said.

"What’s this about?" Huang Han joked.

"Just a little food treat and you’re being so polite? Aren’t we good classmates and friends?"

"Of course...yes. Okay, I won’t say much more. I was just a bit unfocused earlier, but I’m completely fine now." Wang Xin showed a relieved smile.

Since she didn’t want to elaborate, everyone just shared a knowing smile.

After the late-night snack, the three were planning to head home.

But when Wang Xin’s phone rang, she quickly said goodbye and left.

"What’s that about?" Sun Dasheng asked.

Huang Han seemed unfazed, as if this was not the first or second time it had happened, "It’s a hospital emergency call."

"Uh...so they’re basically on 24/7 call?" Sun Dasheng was quite surprised: "Isn’t that worse than those 996 or 007 corporate slaves?"

"Even though we have long hours, at least the time after work is our own to rest a bit. But for them, it’s like there’s no day or night."

"Yeah, that’s why I didn’t choose to stay in that field later. It’s too exhausting," Huang Han said with some lingering fear. "After just a few days of internship at the hospital with the supervisor, I couldn’t take it anymore. I retreated, feeling apprehensive. You don’t look down on me for that, do you? Thinking I’m a pampered greenhouse flower?"

Huang Han stared unblinkingly into Sun Dasheng’s eyes.

As if trying to discern his true thoughts from his facial expressions.

Sun Dasheng scoffed at this: "The era of just talking about dedication is long gone. What’s wrong with thinking a bit more about ourselves these days?"

He seemed quite free-spirited about it.

The current social climate in the country is like this, everything is about ’money.’ Huang Han wanting a slightly easier job is completely understandable.

Of course, this might still be related to the confusion of ideas following the opening up in recent years.

Why were people in the fields of teaching and medicine once somewhat "elevated" to a pedestal?

Simply because back then the domestic economy wasn’t good, and neither the state nor ordinary people had much money.

They had to let these two professions endure hardship, talking more about dedication and less about rewards.

So they were given honored titles like ’Gardener of the Motherland’ or ’Angels in White who Save Lives.’

If they couldn’t give enough money, they gave more honor instead.

But this kind of method only works temporarily, and as time goes on, the effect of giving only honor is getting weaker.

The practitioners are no longer impressed by it.

But their salaries still don’t match their efforts.

So what can be done?

Finally, giving red envelopes and earning some under-the-table income outside their legitimate salary became mainstream.

The public detests this.

But what can be done? 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

This kind of unpleasant atmosphere has its origins.

It’s simply because they weren’t paid enough.

And the workload is particularly large.

Can it be solved?

It’s very difficult.

Because our country has too many people.

If we want doctors to become a high-income group like in Western countries, then ordinary people here probably wouldn’t be able to afford healthcare.

"I’m not just thinking about myself, I just don’t have that spirit of dedication like those pioneers. I want to be dedicated, but I’m only a giant in thought and a dwarf in action. Not long after starting my internship, I reverted to my old self, realizing I couldn’t endure that hardship."

Huang Han felt somewhat troubled about this.

This is also why, despite her income being much higher than her roommate classmate’s, she never looks down on people from a pedestal.

Because she knows her friend is much stronger than herself in that regard.

"During the three-year residency training, she still has to be this busy. I really don’t know how she manages to hold on."

Huang Han said with lingering fear: "It’s been less than half a year since she started, and she’s already lost a lot of weight."

"Really?" Sun Dasheng didn’t feel anything about this, thinking her figure looked quite normal.

A slightly thinner figure in women is normal, right?

At home, whether they’re barely 160cm or over 170cm, they all insist on weighing under 100 pounds. No idea where they picked up this nonsense.

Huang Han took out her phone and opened the photo album, "Look, here’s our Ph.D. graduation photo, take a look before you say anything."

Sun Dasheng glanced at it.

Wow.

Really, wow.

She wasn’t wrong. Wang Xin in the photo does look much more full-figured compared to how she looks now.

Not fat, but a kind of plump beauty.

Her face was chubby and really quite lovely.

Healthy and beautiful.

And now, not to mention other parts, her cheeks have become much slimmer.

"I wasn’t lying to you, she used to desperately want to lose weight in school, tried every method but couldn’t lose any. And now, without worrying about dieting, she easily achieved that goal."

Huang Han showed an expression of not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Amused yet somewhat distressed.

After all, she’s one of the few classmates she’s still in touch with.

She noticed one thing: after graduation, as classmates went their separate ways, their frequency of contact disappeared at an alarming rate.

Perhaps before long, they would all become the most familiar strangers.

Sun Dasheng smiled slightly at this, isn’t this a normal phenomenon?

He didn’t explain much, just checked the time on his watch. It was still early, and he said, "So, back home or want to hang out a bit more?"