Wu Yang looked at the town hospital and sighed heavily with deep dismay.
"Back in the day, the town had no hospital, only a health clinic."
"I was the only doctor in the clinic, busy day and night."
"Eventually, I collapsed with fatigue, and I really couldn't carry on, so I stepped down."
"Weimin, when you first applied to work at the town hospital, your mother was elated for a long time."
"Ever since you were little, you said you would carry on my will, helping to treat even more patients."
"Now the health clinic has become a town hospital, and indeed the conditions have improved."
"But look, have you really helped more people?"
Liang Weimin hung his head in shame; he had been rooted in this rural area for nearly twenty years.
At first, he was indeed full of zeal.
But gradually, seeing those around him not willing to endure hardship, finding ways to transfer elsewhere, to the city, to the province, to places with better conditions, he too was tempted.
