"Doctor Xiang, you're here."
"Doctor Xiang, come and take a look."
"Doctor Xiang, this is the rooster given by Bed 2. Take it back and eat it."
Within two weeks, Xiang Xueming gained his footing in the hospital branch. Regardless of the nurse, care worker, or even the old patients who always came, they all politely granted him the title of doctor before his surname.
Although Xiang Xueming missed the bustling life in the big city, the advanced technology in Yun Hua Hospital, and operating theaters of Yun Hua Hospital, his resentment on coming to the hospital branch had reduced by a large degree.
It was something pleasant to be respected by others. Moreover, he was allowed to be the chief surgeon here.
Bazhaixiang was located in a remote area, and the road was rough and difficult to tread. But this place produced tea leaves, and there were also a lot of fruit trees planted in it. So, the average income of the people here was quite good, and the population was huge.
