Holding an inch ruler

"Am I not normal?"
"Abnormal!"
"What's abnormal about me?"
"Where are you normal? Who else would eat lamb spine and report the owner for using sheep with congenital spinal deformities?"
"Who else would drink a coffee and insist on explaining what tarry stools are?"
"Where's there a medical student who has won a national science and technology first prize?"
"Where's there a student who makes professors serve them tea and water?"
"Where's there a resident doctor who's scolded the chief so harshly they're drenched in dog's blood?!"
"Where's there a doctor..."
"Tell me... where are you normal?!"
Chen Gong fell silent for a moment, looking at the other person, "To live, one doesn't need to be too normal!"
...
Rather than mentally exhausting oneself, it's better to drive others crazy. Just as the saying goes, to live, one doesn't need to be too normal!
Similarly, to be a doctor, one definitely doesn't need to be too normal!

Being a doctor doesn't need to be too normal

Yang Chen had already started dining with President Huang.


"No more drinking for me, I've got surgery this afternoon."


The man smiled slightly, "Of course, um... waiter, save these bottles of liquor for Director Yang."


Yang Chen's smile instantly bloomed, "President Huang, you're too kind!"


Seeing the two bottles of Moutai being kept for him here, Yang Chen was naturally over the moon. Although he verbally declined, he wasn't the least bit reserved.


This was why he liked dealing with wealthy people.


After all, these tycoons were truly generous and open-handed.


The two of them ordered a table full of dishes.


They ate merrily, almost getting to the point of calling each other brothers.


Just then, Yang Chen's phone suddenly rang.


He looked at the caller ID, and his face changed immediately.


He hurriedly stood up and said to the man, "Sorry, I need to take this call."


Chapter 7: Trouble! (Vote for Monthly Tickets)_3