Hu Lang said without expression, "Only someone as naïve as you who can't think of a solution would study medicine for seven years, then be a resident for three years. It's normal that you can't think of anything, meow."
The resident didn't blush at the mockery. In this line of work, that's just how it is. Everyone thinks being a doctor is a great job, but only those who are in the profession know it's a nightmare—no money, time-consuming, getting yelled at by patients, and morally bound.
He chuckled and said,
"Hey, what can you do? I've learned it already, can't just quit, right? Besides, it comes in handy, huh? When I become a cybernetic doctor, everyone will come and curry favor with me. A thousand bucks for a surgery! A thousand!"
He's already lost in the fantasy of lying on a sea of cash.
Hu Lang stabbed another remark into the resident's heart, "But we have modification pods, why would anyone need your surgery?"
