My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points

The realistic salary for the general public is usually a few thousand yuan a month.

In some impoverished areas, remote mountain regions, the average annual income is even just a few hundred yuan.

The medical profession is considered a stable growth industry.

After obtaining the title of associate senior professional, the income can be more than double that of a primary doctor.

Mr. Cui led Zhou Can into the security booth.

"This is my friend, please help him register for the access control."

There were two security guards inside the booth.

Both stood upright, with a steady posture and sharp eyes.

They carried the faint air of soldiers.

Possibly ex-military of some sort.

"Mr. Zhou Can, please face the camera to collect your facial and iris data. For security reasons, if you agree, you can press your palm on it to leave your fingerprint data."

The security guard guided Zhou Can to register his facial recognition information.

In such high-end communities, access cards aren't usually required, and facial and iris recognition are used instead. Fingerprint identification is available in case verification fails.

The fact that the security guard could call out his name meant Mr. Cui had already communicated with them.

"It's all set! From now on, when Mr. Zhou enters Jiangxin Garden, just let the camera see your face."

The security guard indicated to him.

"Thank you!"

Zhou Can actually felt that there was no need to register. However, Mr. Cui was so hospitable that it was really difficult for him to decline.

It would be nice to visit more often when he had time.

His friends were few to begin with. A high-quality friend like Mr. Cui is certainly worth the time and effort to maintain.

"Mr. Cui has been waiting here for you for nearly half an hour, we have never seen him take such an interest in any guest before. You must be a dear friend of his, right?"

The security guards were particularly curious about Zhou Can's status.

So young, yet Mr. Cui regarded him so highly, they couldn't think of many reasons.

"Hehe, Brother Cui and I indeed get along well."

Zhou Can didn't deny this.

Especially after knowing that Mr. Cui had been waiting for him for more than half an hour, he felt even more that this friend was worth making.

Details can reveal a lot.

Mr. Cui's sincerity was reflected in all the little things.

"I didn't drive here, it's not far anyway, let's walk together!"

"Sure!"

Zhou Can guessed privately that Mr. Cui had arranged it this way to chat more with him on the way.

The two chatted as they walked, with beautiful scenery on the island, waves of the river, rows of exquisite villas on the island, revealing their private gardens.

Many of them were well maintained.

Some villas may even have underground swimming pools.

Rich people really enjoy an extreme level of luxury.

The two had a lively conversation along the way. At first, they consciously avoided private topics.

But as they talked more and more congenially, they eventually touched upon family, life, and others.

"This is my house up ahead."

Mr. Cui pointed to the house number on the gatepost.

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"Just remember number 9. If you forget, look for the dragon in front of my garage."

Zhou Can looked up and saw a golden dragon lying on the porch of the villa.

It was domineering and powerful, yet also quite showy.

"This isn't really like Brother Cui's personality, and your wife seems to be a very low-key person too. How come you thought of getting such an ostentatious golden dragon?" Zhou Can, having chatted with him for so long and gotten familiar, dared to say this.

Otherwise, he would have definitely said something flattering, rather than commenting that the dragon seemed very showy.

"That year my son was born, I was also young, and had some small achievements in business, and it just so happened that I bought this villa. So, in a fit of joy, I got a bit carried away and had this golden dragon made. As I got older, I'm not so showy anymore. But after my son went abroad and seldom came back, I would think of my son whenever I see this dragon. So, I never had the heart to change it."

Mr. Cui explained the origin of the golden dragon.

Zhou Can could understand him.

Although he himself did not have a son yet, he had also experienced the separation of family affection.

His parents were in a distant county, and he was studying in the provincial capital city, hardly able to return home once a year. The longing for his parents, only he could understand.

Sometimes, when missing home and family, looking at some special gifts could alleviate the longing in his heart to some extent.

"Yiqin, I've brought Dr. Zhou here," Mr. Cui called into the house.

Upon hearing this, a woman in an apron, graceful and luxurious, hurried out from the house—it was Yiqin, whom he had met once before.

"Dr. Zhou, please come in!"

Yiqin was truly a role model among women, dignified and grand, able to be both in the drawing room and the kitchen.

"No need to take off your shoes, just come on in!"

The couple welcomed Zhou Can into the house with great enthusiasm, giving him the experience of being an honored guest.

The first thing he entered was an extra-large living room with a high ceiling.

The room's decoration was classical, with a Chinese theme.

The furniture was traditional Chinese rosewood.

Armchairs, horseshoe-back chairs, six-paneled screens, long tables, and Eight Immortals tables—these were all high-end old furniture that could only be seen in period dramas.

"Dr. Zhou, how do you feel about the interior decor? The fact that you could outright say the dragon outside is too ostentatious shows your aesthetic taste is refined. I'd like to hear your opinion."

It was clear Mr. Cui had put a lot of effort into the interior design.

Yiqin made tea for Zhou Can.

"Dr. Zhou, please enjoy the tea!"

She used a vintage Sancai lidded cup heavy with retro charm. The tea leaves inside gave off a refreshing fragrance, surely a precious high-grade tea.