"Of course you can think so! Although you see that I am a little bit clay Buddha crossing the river, I am lucky and may soon be prosperous again. So if you have any difficulties, you must tell me that you said back then, it was the right thing for friends to help friends!"

"You can't help me in this matter." Song Mian raised his right hand and clenched his five fingers twice. "My right hand damaged his nerves in an accident and could not go to the operating table again, so he quit his job in a front-line hospital."

Xu Qiao was stunned and said for a while: "Is it so serious..."

"It's not that serious, it won't affect normal life."

Yes, as long as the right hand of ordinary people can guarantee daily life, the right hand of the pianist needs to play the piano, the right hand of the painter needs to hold a pen, and the right hand of the doctor needs to hold a scalpel - their right hand is equivalent to the life of a profession.

Xu Qiao's face turned a little pale: "Is it temporary? Are you treating me?"

Song Mian's brief silence made her feel a little nervous, and she asked again: "Will it be fine?"

"Not necessarily." Song Mian smiled, as if he was comforting her in turn, "There are many miracles in medicine that doctors cannot explain, and maybe they will get better one day."

Xu Qiao lowered her eyes.

"What's wrong?" Song Mian's tone became gentle, "I tell you this, it's not something that makes you sad for me. If you do this, I will not dare to tell you anything in the future."

She looked up and said, "That won't work."

"Then do you laugh?" Song Mian looked at her with a smile.

Xu Qiao looked sad: "Hey, isn't this a embarrassing person? How can I laugh at this?"

"There is nothing bad. Really, I left the front-line hospital. It's not because I can't work there anymore. Even if I can't get on the operating table, I can still stay in the outpatient clinic. It's my own choice."

“Why choose this way?”

"Because China's current general practitioners are too scarce, many people think that doctors with low professional skills will choose to be general practitioners. But in fact, this should not be the case. General practitioners are an advanced profession that urgently needs to be popularized. You may think that I am a young man who goes to the grassroots level to be useless. But in fact, promoting health care knowledge for residents and establishing family medical files for the people, and nipping the disease in the cradle when people are just starting to get sick. General practitioners are equivalent to the "gatekeeper" of everyone's health, and are also an important part of improving graded medical care."

"I don't usually spend much time here, and Mr. Xiao Cheng doesn't take up too much energy. Most of the time I go out for free medical treatment or go to the grassroots to preach. This is the idea that I had when my right hand was intact. I have been studying and preparing for so many years. But due to some social prejudice, I haven't made up my mind yet, but now I'm pushed. I feel that this unexpected accident is God wants me to do whatever I want."

Xu Qiao's eyes felt a little sore, not because he felt distressed, but because he was moved.

I am moved that no matter how things change in the world, some people will never change.

Such words seemed to be what the boy in her memory would say.

"You are so awesome," Xu Qiao pursed her lips. "My mind is full of cheesy things, and I have never had such a brilliant dream."

"Of course, everyone's dreams are full of light." Song Mian smiled, "You should do what you want to do, don't care about anyone's eyes."

It’s like when I was a child, I could feel that life was not that bad because of Song Mian’s words of comfort. Xu Qiao found that some people were just a positive energy emitter, which would make people who approached him feel that they could be great too.

Xu Qiao, Song Mian and Zhu Li separated one after another, remembering Song Mian's words and the good things Zhu Li said about the Zhao family did. His body seemed to be full of infinite energy. After returning to the apartment, he carefully wrote down his career plan.

It took an hour to write halfway through, and she received a transnational message from Cheng Lang: "What are you doing?"

She took a photo of the draft with densely written words and went over: "It's about doing a career."
Chapter completed!