This doctor is already middle-aged, and he's only just started practicing medicine.

Chapter 111 I'm More Suitable for Clinical Practice! ~ (Bonus Chapter for 1500 First Subscriptions)

The Mala Xiangguo restaurant was nearly half full, with the whirring of the oscillating fans mingling with the gossip of the girls and the scraping of chair legs as the aunties tidied up the chairs.

An auntie wearing a red apron brought over a pot, holding it high above her head while calling out, "Excuse me, be careful not to burn yourself!"

"Excuse me, be careful not to get burned."

"B11, yes, that's yours. I'll go get you some rice." The aunt slammed the pot between Lu Cheng and Mu Nanshu, the bamboo basket carrying the pot wobbled, and the pot handle tilted to one side.

This sudden remark cut off Lu Cheng's words, which he was about to say. Lu Cheng quickly tidied up his water glass in front of him: "You order takeout often? I remember you can cook, don't you?"

Mu Nanshu and Lu Cheng grew up in the town, attending elementary and middle school there.

The town was half rural. At that time, Mu Nanshu's parents went out to do business, so Mu Nanshu was responsible for buying groceries and cooking.

It wasn't until the second year of junior high school, when the Mu family's business improved significantly, that Uncle Mu hired someone to bring Aunt back to accompany her full-time during her studies.

That's how Mu Nanshu honed her cooking skills.

Today, Mu Nanshu wore a light blue A-line shirt and a simple silver beaded pendant around her neck. When she tied her hair with a hair tie on her wrist, she looked quite proud.

Perhaps realizing that the action was rather unseemly, she turned slightly to the side: "I cook a meal occasionally, but I can't finish cooking for myself, and I'm too lazy to wash the dishes."

"It's quite far from the cafeteria, so I often order takeout." After tying her hair up, Mu Nanshu still habitually flicked her ponytail towards her left chest.

However, when she realized it was time to eat, she swept her hair back. Just then, the aunt brought the food over, and Lu Cheng first served Mu Nanshu a large bowl.

"I can't eat that much now," Mu Nanshu said after a moment of surprise.

Lu Cheng then scooped some rice out of his bowl and handed it to Mu Nanshu, saying, "No wonder you look so thin."

"Are you dieting? Be careful, you might get stomach problems."

Mu Nanshu shook his head: "Nine out of ten Chinese people abroad go hungry every day... They are hungry, but if they are hungry for a long time, their appetite will decrease..."

There are no good Chinese restaurants near our school.

Mu Nanshu picked up her chopsticks, first taking a piece of bamboo shoot and putting it in her mouth: "The taste is alright, but the seasoning is a bit too strong. It doesn't have the aroma of a hot pot."

Lu Cheng said, "The Wu's Spicy Hot Pot restaurant that we ate at during our undergraduate years is no longer there."

"So much so that I haven't tasted that flavor since, and even the hot pot from Longxian County can't replicate that flavor."

The Wu's Spicy Hot Pot that Lu Cheng mentioned used to be the one at the food court on Zhongbei Road. Lu Cheng even searched for it today, planning to go there to eat next time, but the store is no longer there.

"It might be because I haven't eaten many good things before, so the taste is all in my memory."

"I think that eating food in China is a real treat, even this kind of food." Mu Nanshu puffed out her cheeks and chewed slowly with her lips pursed.

Lu Cheng isn't a picky eater; as a carb-dependent guy, he can't get full without rice and noodles.

In no time at all, Lu Cheng finished the large bowl of rice.

When Lu Cheng scooped rice again, Mu Nanshu hadn't even finished a third of her rice. Mu Nanshu was a little curious: was this hot pot really that delicious?

However, it has always been like this: watching Lu Cheng eat always gives me the 'appetite' to eat half a bowl more.

After lunch, it was 12:40 pm. Mu Nanshu and Lu Cheng took a walk together under a parasol to digest their food.

She glared at Lu Cheng and said, "Why did you go so far away? Aren't you afraid of getting sunburned?"

Lu Cheng raised his right arm: "I never use an umbrella, I always travel by electric scooter. I get tanned if I want, it doesn't matter." "One of my roommates said your skills are really, really good, but I didn't expect that she would be your mentor this time!" Mu Nanshu suddenly mentioned.

"Want some milk tea?" Lu Cheng saw BaWang ChaJi about twenty meters ahead, and there was quite a long queue. Instead of answering, Lu Cheng asked.

September in Han City was still hot, and most people couldn't resist the refreshing taste of a cup of milk tea. She was no exception: "Then I'll have one..."

After ordering, Lu Cheng and Mu Nanshu sat side by side in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, enjoying the cool breeze from the air conditioner while looking outside.

Delivery drivers occasionally passed by, young couples beamed with carefree smiles, sanitation workers picked up cigarette butts under the scorching sun, formally dressed real estate agents introduced something to their clients, and the streets were bustling with traffic.

Mu Nanshu glanced at Lu Cheng furtively and asked again, "Why are your skills so good?"

"No, it's just that my basic skills are a bit better, but I can't really talk about much technique."

“The skills I have now are not something that Peking Union Medical College Hospital, the department where your roommate works, would even consider,” Lu Cheng said.

Xiangya Hospital doesn't even admit patients with tendon injuries, and Peking Union Medical College Hospital is even less likely to do so.

"It can't be that simple, can it? Xie Yuan'an is already a bit on guard. From 10 a.m. until now, she's been subtly probing and asking a lot of questions." There was an indescribable glint in Mu Nanshu's eyes.

Her tone sounded calm, but there was actually a faint sense of 'crisis' about it.

Lu Cheng turned to look at Mu Nanshu, scratching his head: "You bookworm, if I said I didn't even know the specifics, would you believe me?"

"I was just burying my head in learning, but I had no idea what level I had reached or what specific things I could do with that level of skill."

Mu Nanshu believed it: "I don't know much about clinical practice. During my master's and doctoral studies abroad, I spent more time reading and doing research and didn't have much contact with clinical practice."

“The residency training phase over there is when they are formally integrated into clinical practice.”

"But you were able to transform Sister An into this kind of person, so you must be quite outstanding..."

"She told me that Professor Xie was willing to take me on as a student, and that he could guarantee my admission."

Even if you don't end up staying at Peking Union Medical College Hospital by pursuing a legitimate degree, you'll have a great chance of finding a good job in Seoul.

In Wuhan, there are more than just a few hospitals like Union Hospital, Tongji Hospital, Hubei Provincial People's Hospital, and Zhongnan Hospital.

Lu Cheng glanced at Mu Nanshu, then suddenly shrugged: "If I told you that I don't want to actively improve my education right now, and that I'll just leave my bachelor's degree hanging for another year or two, what would you think of me?"

Mu Nanshu tucked her chin in and said softly, "I can understand, but I'm not particularly supportive."

"Didn't you say a few days ago that you don't care about winning or losing, you just want peace of mind, and that there's no need to waste your own time..."

“Following a teacher and learning the technology wholeheartedly is better than fragmented learning where you learn a little here and a little there.”

Lu Cheng nodded slightly: "We'll have to wait until after the microsurgical skills competition is over."

"Actually, for me to go directly into a teaching hospital to study and improve my academic qualifications is not conducive to my development."

“I’m better suited for clinical work!” Lu Cheng’s voice was firm.

Skills are gained by treating patients, not by simply doing scientific research in the laboratory.

From Mu Nanshu, Lu Cheng also learned that during his master's and doctoral studies, 80% of his time was spent on scientific research experiments.

Mu Nanshu laughed: "You must have your own understanding, and I believe you won't act rashly."

(End of this chapter)