Chen Yu walked out of the operating room, stretching his shoulders as he went.
Beside him, Lexi was also quietly rubbing her neck. She then complained, "Why do I feel like I'm back in my residency? Endless medical records to write, endless pre-op preparations, and long, never-ending shifts."
It was even more tiring than residency. They had to perform several surgeries a day.
"Come on, just think of it this way," Chen Yu consoled her. "For every surgery we do, we make ten thousand US dollars. One day's work, and you can buy a whole closet of designer clothes. Doesn't that make you feel better?"
Lexi thought for a moment, then shook her head. "No. I don't even have time to spend the money."
Just earning money with no time to spend it is even worse than not earning money at all.
Chen Yu had actually sensed the problem too.
In his original vision, the clinic was supposed to be a high-end facility for VIP clients, something akin to a private health resort.
