At the end of the hospital corridor, the red light above the emergency room door flickered off.
Jiang Chen took off his mask and let out a long breath—He had just completed the first independent emergency treatment of his life.
But someone was already standing at the door.Those cold, metallic eyes had always been a nightmare to him.The man's voice was like the screech of steel:
"You're just an intern. Who gave you permission to operate on a patient? Can you take responsibility if something goes wrong?"
It was the attending physician. He sneered.
For some time now, Jiang Chen had felt it—this man harbored a natural hatred toward him.Where did this hatred come from? Jiang Chen couldn't understand.
There is no love without reason, and certainly no hatred without a cause.Could it be... a grudge from a previous life?
Jiang Chen was completely baffled.
Just as he had started his job, he encountered such a wolf-like superior.The frustration in his heart was unimaginable.
He stood there, frozen, unsure of how to respond.
The attending physician, seeing his silence, grew angrier.
"Speak up, boy!"
"If I'd waited ten more seconds, the patient would've—" Jiang Chen stammered.
"Shut up!" the man snapped, voice raised to a sharp pitch. "You violated procedure. Write a self-criticism. Now."
Write a self-criticism?That was humiliation.It was like being forced to kneel in public—A cruel tactic, one of the leadership's most vicious tricks to grind subordinates down.
Jiang Chen returned to his dorm that night, thinking deep into the dark.
He thought of his impoverished parents, who had emptied everything just to send him to medical school.
He had finally gotten a position as a doctor. No matter how humiliating it was, he had to keep this job.
When you're under the eaves, you have no choice but to bow your head.
To preserve his position, Jiang Chen let out a long sigh—And wrote the self-criticism.
The next day, he delivered it with full respect.
The attending doctor curled his lips with a mocking grin, casually tossed the paper onto the desk and laughed:
"No matter how deep your reflection is, it's useless. But... if you kneel right now, I might speak to the director and stop your dismissal."
Jiang Chen's heart was about to explode.His fists clenched tightly.He wanted nothing more than to smash this bastard's head in.
The seconds ticked by.
"Kneel."
The word dragged long and slow from the man's lips.
But Jiang Chen couldn't afford to attack him—not now.That would land him in jail.
He needed this job. He had to pay his parents' debts.
A real man must endure what others cannot.
Jiang Chen smiled slightly, turned around, and walked toward the door.
At the door, he turned back and said coldly:
"One day, I'll make you kneel before me."
Jiang Chen was fired.
And now, his file carried a black mark: unauthorized operation.With that stain, no top hospital would ever take him again.
In other words, he had just stepped into society—and already failed miserably.
Stumbling, Jiang Chen returned to his dorm, his mind in a haze.
That night, he wept for hours.
He lay in bed for three days, refusing to eat or drink.
Ding dong. Ding dong.
On the fourth evening, the doorbell rang.
Jiang Chen crawled up and opened the door.
A strange package lay on the floor.
Inside it was a bronze box—an old-fashioned golden needle kit—and a yellowed piece of paper.
The characters were written in ancient calligraphy, thin and sharp:
"To the seventh-generation heir of the Jiang Pulse Doctrine—The time has come to receive the inheritance."
Jiang Chen had no idea what it meant.
But as he hesitated, the text on the paper suddenly changed:
System Activated: Imperial Physician System Online.
A flash of light burst before his eyes. His mind went blank—Then a golden interface lit up clearly in his vision:
[Basic Diagnostic Technique]
[Hemostasis Golden Needle Technique]
[One-Time Street Practice License (7 days)]
What?
Was this... one of those legendary medical systems?
Had he really been chosen?
If that's the case—Why beg for a hospital job again?
Forget it. I'll just become a street doctor...A divine physician of the people.