"So you're a dead doctor in your life, aren't you?"

Song Sixian looked at Zhao Sheng, smiled and said.

I have to say that except for Zhao Sheng being a little more handsome than him, a little higher business level, and a little better women's popularity, this stubborn doctor's attitude is still worth learning from him.

"Knock to death, I'm willing."

Zhao Sheng said.

In fact, the profession of a doctor is very easy to have a sense of achievement.

I used to think that being a doctor was hard because of the workload that was far beyond ordinary people, the physical and mental damage, and the financial pressure of giving and returning.

But now, the problem of physical energy, Zhao Sheng has solved, and if the economic pressure is solved, then this profession, at least for Zhao Sheng, is really very ideal.

To be able to enjoy it, full of a sense of accomplishment in curing diseases and saving people, physically and mentally full at all times, not afraid of hardship at all, and no financial pressure, is there anything better than this?

From a physiological point of view, the reason why human beings feel pleasure and happiness is because the body secretes [dopamine].

When we experience something pleasurable, dopamine levels in the brain increase, which further stimulates our reward centers to make us feel happy and satisfied.

There are many ways to boost dopamine in your daily life, such as aerobic exercise, learning new skills, enjoying good food, interacting with friends (male or female), and pursuing intrinsic value.

In this, the pursuit of intrinsic value can lead to a deeper and more lasting sense of happiness and satisfaction.

And the sense of accomplishment generated by doctors treating diseases and saving people is a very high-level [dopamine].

Healing a patient's refreshment can sometimes last for a long time, keeping a person happy for a long time.

After being "blackmailed" by Song Sixian for a lunch, Zhao Sheng returned to the consultation room, ready to rest for a while to welcome the afternoon outpatient clinic.

Entering the consultation room, Zhao Sheng saw Song Wei sitting on a chair, cross-legged and swiping her mobile phone.

"Doctor Zhao, there are really people selling that thing online."

As soon as Zhao Sheng sat down, Song Wei couldn't help but say to Zhao Sheng.

The events in the morning made Song Wei feel very incredible, so after lunch, she searched for relevant web pages on her mobile phone, and this search, good guy, directly opened the door to a new world.

"Why are you so interested in this?"

Zhao Sheng asked with some puzzlement.

"If you change the socks you wear, people will buy them with money, you will also be interested."

Song Wei said.

"It's a little disgusting, though, it's true."

After a pause, Song Wei said again.

From a girl's point of view, no matter what, this thing is a very disgusting thing.

Unless it's for money.

"Now there are some people, really..."

"You see, the elastic stockings like the one I wear are meant to prevent varicose veins, but in the eyes of some people, they have become some kind of professional temptation."

Song Wei said again.

She especially hates that some people now associate some aspects with nurses, only those who have been nurses know how hard and tiring this profession is, and the effort is far greater than the gain.

Just like her, she stands for more than ten hours at work every day, and if she doesn't wear this kind of elastic stockings, she will have severe varicose veins in her lower limbs in a few years.

Varicose veins of the lower limbs are a very tricky disease to treat.

"You just don't care what those people say."

Zhao Sheng waved his hand and said.

After a short rest, it was soon two o'clock.

As soon as it was time, Song Wei, who had prepared in advance, walked in with an old lady and a middle-aged man.

Zhao Sheng saw that the old lady was about sixty years old, full of silver hair, messy, haggard and painful, with deep sunken eye sockets on both sides, as if she hadn't slept well for a long time.

And this middle-aged man, probably the son of an old lady, was dressed in a very decent suit, his hair was combed and shiny, and he came in with his hands in his pockets.

Looking at the old lady's appearance, looking at her son, she was very cautious, for fear of upsetting him.

When the old lady came in and sat down, Zhao Sheng hadn't spoken yet, the old lady looked at Zhao Sheng, stood up violently and blurted out, very excited.

"Doctor, help, you helped me pull out this fingernail, I beg you!"

"It's really not good, doctor, you just chopped this finger with a knife!!"

The old lady's tone was very earnest, and there was a hoarseness that had endured a long illness.

Suddenly hearing this, Zhao Sheng was taken aback.

When you open and close your mouth, you have to chop off your fingers, what's wrong with this old lady?

Besides, he is a scalpel, and he can only cut, and if he chops, he has to use a kitchen knife!

"Old man, don't worry, speak slowly."

Zhao Sheng held the old lady's shoulders and sat down comfortingly, she was so emotional, her blood pressure must have soared, and the old man's blood vessels were brittle, which was too dangerous.

"Doctor, I hurt!"

The old lady continued to cry.

It is strange to say that the old lady was so emotional, but his son stood by motionless and indifferent, looking at the old lady with a look of mockery and impatience.

"Doctor, leave her alone, she's sick in the head!"

Before Zhao Sheng could ask about his condition, the middle-aged man said something lightly.

"Ah Hui, Mom didn't lie to you, Mom's fingers really hurt!"

When the old lady heard her son's words, she was already a little excited, but at this moment, tears burst out of her eyes, with an expression that she had suffered great wrongs and grievances.

"It hurts, it hurts!"

"Every time you say it hurts, I've taken you to pull out your nails six times!"

"Coming here from my hometown, you can talk about it, dermatology, hand and foot surgery, neurology, all of which have been seen, all of them are expert numbers, and all examinations have been done, and people say that you are fine, you just say that it hurts."

The middle-aged man said a little angrily and helplessly.

"You are what the doctor said about hypochondriasis, let you go to the third hospital for hospitalization, and you don't go!"

After a pause, the middle-aged man said again.

"Ah Hui, Mom's braincase is good, Mom's fingers really hurt, Mom really didn't lie to you!"

The old lady said cryingly.

"Don't talk about it yet."

Zhao Sheng grabbed the middle-aged man's arm and told him not to talk about it, the current situation, first appease the old lady's emotions, otherwise don't make a doctor who is not optimistic, and have a high blood pressure stroke!

Alas~

When the middle-aged man heard Zhao Sheng's words, he also let out a long sigh.

This was the seventh time he had brought his old mother to see her fingers.

It is said that there is no filial son in front of the bed for a long time, this left and right, left and right, doctors in various hospitals, after looking at it, it means that there is no disease, what is this?

But the old mother held her fingers at home every day and said that she couldn't stand the pain, and she had to chop off the painful fingers with a kitchen knife at every turn!

(End of chapter)