There was a cigarette between Xiang Xueming's lips, and he looked like an ordinary town cadre from Bazhaixiang. His legs were spread wide apart, and he was resting half of his back against the wall. His body was limp as if he had no bones. His eyes were glazed as he stared at the mountains before him while smoking. He seemed like he was admiring the beautiful scenery, which was something that could not be seen in the city, but he was actually hiding how lost he was feeling.
Li Kangxue, a contract doctor that Cangping District Hospital had just sent over, was standing opposite him. He was only in his twenties and had just graduated from university not long ago. He was not very skillful as he smoked, and this mirrored his performance in the hospital.
District hospitals were a good place for doctors to spend their elderly years in. But if a doctor was unable to get authorized, it would be hard for them to live comfortably when they get old.