He knew these things were wrong.
But he couldn't refuse them either, he had worked with these pharmaceutical representatives for several years with trembling fear, reaping substantial profits, which were much better than the hard work of treating patients and the effort required to appease these difficult children and their parents.
For the sake of profit, he had gradually changed, yet he hadn't become completely numb.
He only felt his heart was monstrously twisted.
This doctor who had been in the profession for over twenty years really wanted to shout out loud—
Was it wrong to seek a better life for oneself and a better family?
Everyone is human, he too had his own child, who became anxious and worried when sick, but at that time his child had to make way for other families' children, and he had to endure the parents' released dissatisfaction and other emotions.
He was just an ordinary doctor, not some deity who relieved suffering and hardship.
