I Can Hear the Heart's Voice of Traditional Chinese Medicine-Chapter 234 - 105: The First Flying Knife Fee Arrives—Five Digits?

Moreover, as you can see, if I hadn't caught a ride on your coattails and stayed at the County Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, I might have ended up being the worst among everyone a few years later.

I won't mention others, but Gu Huahua has already taken a shortcut and gone to United South. Even with your help, allowing me to interact with patients and gain practical experience daily, if I don't work hard myself, I'll be overtaken sooner or later.

Especially Gu Huahua, you know how hard he works. Now that he's gone to United South, if he catches an opportunity, besides you, how many in our class can surpass him in medical skills?

I don't want to be so overshadowed by him that I can't raise my head, so I must keep striving.

You also mentioned that after a year with you, I should be able to practice on my own. If I don't work hard to learn more, what will I use for my practice?

I can't go to you for help every time I encounter a problem, right?

Even if you're willing to help, there might be times you can't!"

Ji Xiuwen rambled on, clearly unwilling to lose to others, especially Gu Huahua, whom he now views as his current rival.

As for Lu Xuan, he's given up hope of surpassing him.

Unless someday he miraculously acquires photographic memory, perhaps then he might have a chance.

Now, no matter how hard he tries, he might still learn less in a day than others. How could he compete?

Rather than treating Lu Xuan as a rival, it's more practical to see him as a target to catch up to.

Though he may never catch up, having a target provides natural motivation to move forward.

This point, Ji Xiuwen understands very well.

Lu Xuan looked at Ji Xiuwen with some surprise and a hint of unfamiliarity. In his eyes, Ji Xiuwen had always been carefree, though he worked hard in school, he seldom set goals for himself.

But at this moment, sitting beside him, was his old classmate, exuding a palpable fighting spirit and a determination not to be outdone.

"Why are you staring at me like that?"

Ji Xiuwen said irritably, "Don't recognize me anymore?"

Lu Xuan replied leisurely, "I just suddenly felt a bit sentimental."

"Sentimental about what?"

"The child has grown up."

"Damn you, taking advantage of me."

In the car, Ji Xiuwen's voice came through, cursing.

...

After returning home, Lu Xuan washed up, took a sip of water, and was about to rest.

Suddenly, his phone rang.

He thought it might be Ji Xiuwen encountering some trouble again, but to his surprise, it was a video call from home, and he was utterly shocked.

In fact, it felt a bit spooky.

The reason was simple; of all people, the video call was from the old man at home.

In Lu Xuan's memory, the old man rarely called him proactively, let alone initiate a video call. Normally, the dad would speak a few words reluctantly when mom would push him, unless there was something important to say.

Moreover, even if that's the case, mom would usually be the one to call.

So when Lu Xuan saw the caller ID labeled as "Dad," he hesitated for a long time before choosing to answer.

"Dad, you're back home?"

"I've been home for a while."

"Staying up so late, is there something on your mind?"

Lu Guoquan hesitated before speaking earnestly, "You're almost twenty-six, not a kid anymore."

Upon hearing this, Lu Xuan thought his father was pushing him to find a girlfriend. Who could have guessed that Lu Guoquan would turn around and say, "Stop using cartoon avatars, they're childish."

Lu Xuan almost spat out the water from his mouth.

So was I overthinking it?

To be honest, Lu Xuan really thought his dad was about to urge him to find a girlfriend, or perhaps even introduce him to a potential date.

Unexpectedly, it was just about his childish avatar.

"So many Lu Guoquans tell you to talk to your son about finding a girlfriend, and you end up talking about the avatar."

"You can't even finish the simplest task, hand me the phone, let me do it."

While Lu Xuan was pondering whether his father had been possessed, he heard his mom, Lin Fangling, shouting from the other side. She snatched the phone from Lu Guoquan's hand: "Son, don't listen to your dad. Today, I called because there's something I need to discuss with you. You know my best friend in my hometown, right? She has a niece about your age, and they want to introduce her to you. I thought since you don't have a girlfriend, why not meet her?

I've seen her photos and videos, she's quite cute and has good childbearing hips."

How about you meet her next time you come back?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Xuan knew that whether she was cute or not didn't matter much, what mattered was being good for childbearing.

However, Lu Xuan was quite resistant to blind dates, so he said tactfully, "Mom, I haven't even been graduated for a year yet, and I'm not thinking about relationships right now, just focusing on learning and accumulating clinical experience."

Seeing her son's reluctance, Lin Fangling didn't push further: "Okay then, but if you change your mind, let me know. Anyway, that girl also works out of town, and might not come back until the New Year. So no rush, think about it carefully."

"Okay."

"If you happen to meet someone suitable in Yong City, make a move early. Don't wait for the girl to make the first move. There are more guys than girls nowadays, and if you delay, you might miss the chance." At this point, Lin Fangling was eager to pass on her years of relationship experience to her son.

Lu Xuan found it amusing, so he casually replied, and after his mom's repeated reminders, he hung up the phone.

After hanging up, Lin Fangling glared at Lu Guoquan sitting on the couch and scolded, "I asked you to talk to our son about one thing, and you go off about his childish avatar. Comrade Lu Guoquan, can you be a little more reliable? Had I known, I would have done it myself."

"You insisted I say it," muttered Lu Guoquan.

"What did you say?"

"Say it again."

Lu Guoquan quickly denied, "I said nothing, just that such matters are clearer when you say them. Plus, you know I'm not the talkative type, yet you insisted I talk about such a thing.

Besides, it's your best friend, not mine. How am I supposed to say it?

Also, the things you mentioned later, I'm in no position to say that!"

Feeling frustrated, Lu Guoquan regretted agreeing to make this video call, and now he got scolded. That brat politely declined without any complaints, and remains single, freely enjoying himself.

Comrade Lu Guoquan decided that this matter should be prioritized. He needs to urge Comrade Lin Fangling to help find his son a girlfriend sooner.

This kind of suffering, Old Lu can't endure alone!

...

Friday.

On the bus, Lu Xuan found an empty seat and sat down, then casually took out his phone to reply one by one to others in the group chat.

However, he didn't say much.

After all, he was just sharing some thoughts online without diagnosis, and wasn't sure if he could cure them, so he only gave some general advice based on the provided information.

Plus, most people were introduced by Liu Shao and came from all corners, rarely from Zhijiang, quite far away. Even if they found Lu Xuan promising, not many would travel to Yong City for a possibility.

Especially with some difficult diseases, Chinese medicine isn't cured overnight, and he couldn't prescribe a lot at once; it's usually for about a week or half a month, and they'd need to come to Yong City for follow-up visits.

Those living nearby might manage weekly visits.

But for those from far away, even taking flights, it wasn't realistic to come all the way to Yong City for treatment.

As Lu Xuan was replying in the group, suddenly a text message popped up on his screen:

[Your card ending in 1125 received a transfer of 20,000 yuan on July 21 at 7:29 (from another bank), balance…]

Seeing this transfer message, Lu Xuan was stunned.

20,000?

Lu Xuan couldn't believe it, so he counted the zeros again, only to confirm it was indeed twenty thousand, not two thousand.

"What's going on?"

Lu Xuan frowned. Although he didn't expect the Ninth Hospital to give him just two thousand as Flying Knife fees, considering he helped treat so many patients, including two emergency cases of gas poisoning, two thousand felt a bit low,

In Lu Xuan's understanding, maybe tens of thousands should be given.

But he didn't expect the Ninth Hospital to be so generous, giving twenty thousand all at once.

This kind of Flying Knife opportunity, Lu Xuan could only say, call me again next time.

After all, nobody would refuse money.

Nor does anyone think they have too much money.

Especially for someone like him who recently graduated and genuinely needs money, it's much more so.