This is the first time I heard about Mutou. He didn’t like talking too much, let alone talking about his own affairs.

In fact, it seems that the four of us, the four jackals, are really a strange combination. Each of us seems to have a special experience of our own. These special experiences have made the four strange people gather together. However, although we have a strong relationship, we rarely ask each other's past... We are not gossipers. And everyone knows that if you respect your friends, then respect his secrets!

Sometimes, I have thought that Mutou has developed a character since childhood?

"I graduated from xx Medical University." Mutou's gentle words interrupted my reverie: "I have long hoped that I can become a doctor with excellent medical skills since I was a child. Tell me, maybe you don't believe it. When I was young, people of the same age admired many idols. Some liked Chow Yun-fat, and some liked McEl Jackson. Oh, guess who was the idol in my heart at that time?"

"who?"

"Betune."

This answer was really outrageous. I had already taken out a cigarette from the cigarette box. When I heard this, I couldn't help but shake my hand. The cigarette fell to the ground, staring at the wood with my eyes wide open: "What?!"

"It's true." Mutu's expression remained unchanged.

The wood continues to tell:

Later, he studied hard and was admitted to medical university a few years later. However, because of his hard study in middle school, he became a nerd in the eyes of his peers and a weird person who doesn't like to talk. However, these woods don't care.

After entering the Medical University, his talent and intelligence quickly stood out and became an excellent student. In the first year, he gave many professors a glimpse of his overall academic performance.

"At that time, I firmly believed that I would become the best young surgeon." Mutou said lightly: "And I seemed to be born in this job. The first time I took the corpse dissecting class, my thirty or so classmates all vomited all the bile, but I didn't change my face and helped the professor clean the operating table. At that time, even I couldn't help but feel very cold-blooded."

"Uh..." I remembered the scene in Canada when Mutou used human dissection to intimidate two prisoners for confession, and smiled: "You are indeed quite cold-blooded."

Mutou smiled: "Later, the second school year passed. Because I had excellent grades, several old professors admired me very much. Three old professors had told me directly that I could take the postgraduate entrance exam in the future. All my classmates regarded me as a genius... although they also regarded me as a monster."

"In the past, I regarded doctors as the most noble profession in the world... Doctors eliminate diseases in this world, relieve people's illnesses, save patients' illnesses, and reshape patients' health... This is the most noble profession in my mind, but..." Mutou sighed and said lightly: "I was wrong. After the second school year, I was recommended by several professors because of my excellent grades. One school year in advance, with several classmates who were about to graduate from the school, I went to an intern in a large hospital in the city. The professors valued me, because I had excellent grades, and they allowed me to feel the real atmosphere in the hospital two years in advance. They thought this would be beneficial to my growth. As a result... I did grow up. I realized how naive and ridiculous I was before."

Mu Tou looked at my eyes, with a hint of sadness in his eyes, and he slowly said: "Doctor is indeed a noble profession... but in China, doctors are one of the most despicable and hypocritical professions!"

"When I was internship, I was assigned to the outpatient clinic of that hospital, and two other classmates followed the doctor to sit for the outpatient clinic. As a result... I really learned a lot..." Mutou said here. Looking at me and laughed: "Chen Yang, what do you think is the most 'snobbish' profession in the world?"

"You mean... a doctor?" I couldn't help asking.

"It's a doctor, yes." Mutou said lightly: "It's a doctor. You may not know, but I can tell you that at least in China, many doctors in large hospitals have their own skills... that is, when patients come to the hospital, they can tell whether the patient is rich from the patient's dress and manners at a glance! Whether the income level is high or low! And... this is very important."

"When we followed the doctor's clinic on the first day, a few of us students just started to help hand in handing in some clinics, or copying medical records or medication lists. But what I was surprised was that the doctor... After seeing every patient who came to the clinic, he would ask, intentionally or unintentionally, 'What kind of work are you doing?'. It seemed that this was just a chat or a casual sentence... But he almost asked every patient about this sentence. I was surprised at the time. Later I realized: Only by knowing the profession of the patient, it would be easier to determine whether the patient was rich, whether the financial conditions were good or bad. Then..."

Mu Tou shook his head: "Then, patients with good career and high income will prescribe more expensive medicines. Patients with bad career and low income will prescribe some cheap medicines. Of course... you must not think that this is the kindness of the doctor and help the patient think carefully. But... Whether it is a high or low income, the medicines he prescribes will be stuck at the critical point that you can bear in economic training. I remember very clearly that it was my first day of internship, and at the beginning I asked a very stupid question. Because of the same

In my opinion, there is no difference in pathology between two patients with viral colds. But the first patient, the doctor prescribed more than 700 yuan for him, and the second patient, the doctor asked him to spend more than 400 yuan." Mutou said, and he took a deep breath of cigarettes: "Chen Yang, do you know? In fact, in my opinion, that kind of cold costs a hundred yuan, it is already a lot. But...huh, the hospital needs benefits, and the doctor needs kickbacks... Of course, the more medicines you prescribe, the better."

"The next day... I went there first, and the first patient I received was a woman with ordinary bronchitis. The woman was dressed well and seemed quite rich. The doctor asked her to do a filming film for more than 100 yuan without saying a word. Then she made another ct, more than 300 yuan... You may not know that every order issued was signed and sealed by the doctor, which doctor prescribed them, and then... of course, it was divided according to the benefits. In the end, the woman who seemed quite rich, had bronchitis. She spent more than 1,000 yuan to get better... In fact, in my opinion, she only needed to take some medicine and pay attention to keeping warm. That was a very simple disease."

"The third day, the fourth day... the daily experiences that followed were subverting my previous concepts, my beliefs, and even... my beliefs! Doctors in big hospitals. Any chief doctor has a house and a car at home, but if they earn from their salary, they can't afford those things even after thirty years! Why is this? Doctors... are one of the highest-paid industries at present. After a month of internship, I returned to school. From then on, I became taciturn."

"In the fourth year of college, I went to the hospital for internship again. I was not sent to the outpatient department anymore, but followed the surgeon to take action... and then..." Mutou said lightly: "You must know. Nowadays, patients have to secretly send red envelopes to the attending doctor before undergoing surgery. This is almost an open secret. But there are many names for these red envelopes, such as after hospitalization, they have to give, before the operation. They have to give! Even before the operating table that day... they still have to hurry to his office and give one more before the doctor prepares! This is called the 'three levels'.

Which patient has not completed the three levels of the three, then..." Mutou smiled twice: "I have seen too many. Almost every patient who is hospitalized is a small treasury in the doctor's place. If you don't need oxygen, give him oxygen! Oxygen will not harm people. Anyway, this inhalation is a large amount of money. As for what medicine you take during the hospital and what medicine you inject during the hospital, all these are the final decisions of the attending doctor... The patient doesn't understand, and the family members don't understand. Even if you understand, what can you do? If you don't treat it? If you transfer to the hospital, most of each hospital is like this. Even if you change a hospital, it will still be like this. Do you complain? Is it useful?"

Mutuo suddenly became excited, and he clenched his fists: "Do you know? This is the career I have worked hard for many years and hope to do!"

"Later, when I was intern in the hospital, I met a patient... a little girl." Mutou sighed: "I was thirteen years old, just in middle school, probably... I was so old with Yoyo. The girl looked very clean and pretty. Unfortunately, she had a car accident, had a ruptured spleen, internal bleeding, and after the operation, she was observed and treated in the hospital. Her family seemed to have no money, no father, only one mother. Doctors would not pay much attention to such patients who had no money. They just inspected as usual every day and would not focus too much energy on such patients. Because they knew that there was not much oil and water at home, they could not give too many red envelopes, and they could not afford expensive medicine.

At one time, I was assigned to patrol the bed at night, and I saw the girl lying alone. I asked her how she felt, but she respected me very much. She said, 'Thank you, doctor, thank you for curing me.' She was very weak, but she was very optimistic. She just told me that some stomachache was a normal phenomenon after the operation, so I helped her look at her and found nothing. I told her attending doctor, and the guy said nothing. In the next few days, when I patrol the bed, I would stay with her for a while... The girl was very simple, and she was full of respect for the white coat I was wearing. Yes... I could see that it was a very simple respect. She thought the doctor had cured her illness, and she was very grateful."

"What happened later?" I sighed.

"Later..." Mutou said lightly: "I can't help her too much. I'm just an intern. I'm not even a formal doctor. I can only take care of her as much as possible. I even go with her after get off work. I bought her some food. Kids, I like reading comics..." Mutou smiled: "You know why I like reading comics so much now, right? This habit was brought to me by her. She said she likes reading comics, but a comic is very expensive and she can't afford it. Her classmates usually lend it to her. So one day when I was shopping in the bookstore, I bought a lot of them on impulse, and then took one for her to read every day."

"What... what happened later?" I had a premonition in my heart, but I could only ask this.

"Later..." Mu Tou closed her eyes and thought: "Oh...her mother, I have seen her twice. She is a pretty woman who is very simple in her thirties and is a little haggard. This woman didn't know that I was just an intern. When she saw me wearing a white coat, she held my hand and begged me to take good care of her daughter. I really couldn't say a word at that time... until..."

Speaking of this, Mu Tiao slapped out the cigarette hard, then lit a branch again, took several violent puffs, and almost half of the cigarette was sucked away. Instead, he asked me, "Well, you know the xx square in our city, right?"

"...I know." My heart sank!

Of course I know the square that Mutou mentioned, and... is quite famous. And it is famous in a special way.

On the edge of that square, there are often some "flowing orioles" activities at night, commonly known as "stand-standing street ladies". These are the lowest-end prostitutes, all of whom are old and old. There is no fixed nightclub that would like to ask for such old and old women, so they can only make a living on the street.

Mu Tou shook his head and whispered: "One night, I got off work late and passed by the square. I saw the little girl's mother, who was talking to a man on the side of the road, looking sneaky, and then the two left." At this point, he looked up at me: "Do you understand?"

"I understand." I felt a little bitter in my mouth.

"Well, I didn't sleep well that night." Mutou sighed: "I don't know what I should think. I can't even remember what I thought about, but when I went to the hospital the next day..."

"What happened to that girl?" I also sighed. I guessed it.

"Yes, something happened to her. She said she had a stomachache before. I told the attending doctor, but he didn't care. There was a problem. The girl had complications, and the examination result required a re-operation... Do you know why? During the re-operation, a small piece of cotton yarn was found from the girl's belly! This was the last operation, the damn quack doctor accidentally left it in the girl's belly! That bastard!"

"Later...and what later."

"Later she died." Mutou did not say anything carefully this time, but stood up and threw away the cigarette butts. It was just that simple and vague: "Medical accident. The girl's mother made a big fuss in the hospital. But there was no result."

He stepped on the cigarette butts and told me: "Later. I graduated, and I didn't choose to stay for graduate school. I refused the kind invitation from several old professors. I went to the hospital to be a doctor, but I was completely disappointed. I was completely desperate about this industry. Some of my classmates quickly got along with each other, and they all made a fortune, while others were cleansing themselves. As a result, they were given a favor and were neglected. The worst one was sent to a street club to work in the epidemic prevention station... Hell, a talented student in brain surgery was caught.

The street epidemic prevention station went to do boring work such as preventing infectious diseases, checking hygiene, etc.! And I spent two years in the hospital, alone alone, and finally..." Mutou said: "One day, I met the attending doctor of the little girl. The guy had already reached the level of deputy chief doctor. I didn't know what happened that day, so I couldn't help but beat him up and knocked off several of his front teeth. As a result... I was driven out of the hospital and ran to a small community clinic to check the retired elderly... Haha."

I can't speak...I don't know what I can say or what I should say.

"I like yoyo very much." Mutou said softly, "After taking her back to China, I found a few of my old classmates to help. Yoyo knew that I was a doctor, and she also said to me, 'Thank you doctor, thank you.'. With that, I..." Mutou suddenly shook his head, then turned his face and whispered, "Chen Yang, please do me a favor and arrange for me to go to the United States. I want to take care of yoyo. I can study in the United States, and maybe I can also get a medical license. In the future, I will come back to help you with your charity hall when Yoyo is over."

I swallowed all the words I had to keep, but now I didn't hesitate anymore, just nodded: "Good place!"

I understand wood.

Really understand.

From the sadness in his eyes, I knew the pain in this mute, non-talking man.

It was a pain of shattering faith. He had been determined to be a doctor since he was a child and to enter this noble industry, but he was beaten by reality and was disheartened.

Wood is an idealist. Unfortunately...

After Mutou's decision made others know, everyone was surprised. Qiao Qiao and Aze also kept Mutou, but he did not make a decision to change Mutou. Mutou did not tell others his story again.

As for me, I didn't say anything more.
Chapter completed!