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Chapter 1362

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"Hello, please come in."

A manor property very close to the Cleveland Clinic was hung with China's characteristic red lanterns. There were two stone lions and two hostesses from China at the door, and they warmly welcomed the guests in Mandarin.

The foreigners in black, white, brown, and yellow clothes, regardless of whether they had heard of Mandarin or not, inexplicably smiled when they heard the unique accent.

Everyone came to participate in the party for novelty and fun. Seeing that the host had set up a special service at the door, all of them felt that the trip was not in vain.

The parking lot in the manor was almost full of cars before nightfall, and most of them were luxury cars.

With the salary of the Cleveland Clinic, doctors with heavy financial burdens could not actually afford luxury cars. Not to mention the high annual cost of professional insurance and the annual expenses of paying back the high tuition fees, the local living expenses in Cleveland could suck dry a doctor with a medium salary.

However, in the world-famous Cleveland Clinic, there were actually very few doctors with heavy financial burdens. Most of the doctors' family conditions were quite good. Even if they needed to pay for their own professional insurance, some of them needed to pay back the loans they took when they were studying, but there were actually not many doctors who needed to pay the full amount of loans.

In addition, many doctors in the Cleveland Clinic would also get support from their families to buy a house. There were actually quite a number of doctors who had trust funds or family stock income.

Speaking of which, this seemed to be very un-American, but in fact, because hospitals like the Cleveland Clinic were known for their low salaries, high social responsibility, and high social status, most of the doctors' original families were willing to give their children financial support. For them, this was more like another kind of charity, and it was easy to be recognized in the circle.

As for doctors with poor family conditions … In fact, putting aside the fact that it was difficult for non-Chinese people with poor family conditions to become doctors, even if some of them managed to overcome difficulties, they would recognize the reality and obediently go to work in higher-paying departments.

Of course, the departments with higher income and the departments with higher potential for growth often did not overlap. Under the medical system in Europe and the United States, this method brought about a second class division.

It could be said that even if a doctor with poor family conditions wanted to become a big shot in the medical field, the probability of him or her becoming a doctor was much lower than others.

This kind of discrimination that came from capital was real and obscure. Even if most people noticed it, they could not find the time to resist it.

Felix, for example, had been left behind by the reserve players. However, it was not because of his family background, nor was it simply because of his talent. It was simply because he had fallen behind.

In a place like the Cleveland Clinic, if one was ranked at the bottom, one would constantly lose opportunities. If one lost too many opportunities, one would naturally fail to get selected by the big shots.

Felix was naturally aware of this, so he went overseas to perform freelance surgeries when he had nothing to do. He also gave up on the path of being a big shot in the medical field.

After making money, Felix indulged himself in luxury cars and other luxuries.

However, ever since he performed Ling Ran's continuous beating heart bypass surgery in front of Osborn, Felix suddenly felt remorseful.

As the saying goes, young people don't know what diligence is. They only teach people to follow each other through life and death …

'If God gives me another chance, I swear that I won't go to bars, lie on the bed, drink hard liquor until dawn, rest, hire prostitutes, write papers, or ask for money … If I had to add a time limit to my diligence, it would be … twenty-five and a half years!'

Felix drove his newly rented Mercedes-Benz AMG into the huge manor with a chest full of motivation.

"If it wasn't for Doctor Ling's party, I wouldn't have come. I've been planning to sort out my previous medical cases … "Felix bragged about his future plans to his female companion in a low voice.

"The street lamp is from Alexander Song." His female companion got out of the car, tidied up her skirt a little, and held up Felix's arm.

"Is it a designer you know?" Felix attached some importance to it, but the importance he attached was slightly less than the importance he attached to photographers, artists, dancers, and fitness trainers.

His female companion laughed and shook her head. "Alexander Song is a brand, an independent designer brand. It's a luxury brand that has been trending in recent years."

"If you like it, I'll buy it for you."

"Their Haute Couture is only slightly cheaper than Dior."

"Why do you want to compare it with other brands? Why don't you buy Dior in the future?" Felix could not help but narrow his eyes. He did not lack money, but he was not so rich that he could wear a car all over his body.

His female companion changed the topic as expected. "This entire road should be designed by Alexander Song. The lighting is very good. It's not just the street lamp. I think even the fence seems to be designed by Alexander Song. Maybe the price is calculated by the fence … "

Felix was too lazy to ask about the price. He was a Saudi tycoon before, and he did not want to understand any of the words he heard at that moment.

When he entered the manor, a few dining tables were placed in different positions in the living room and the dining room.

"Oh, Chinese food!"

"Mexican food …"

"Brazilian barbecue …"

"French cold dishes?"

Felix was a freelance surgeon from all over the world. After walking around for a while, he could already recognize the delicacies of a few regions.

He personally liked Italian food very much. He could not help but praise it after taking a few bites.

"The Italian food is made by Binos," his female companion walked around and answered Felix, whose mouth was full of grease.

"That Binos?" Felix naturally knew about this famous Italian chef.

His female companion nodded solemnly. "That Binos."

Felix slowed down his chewing. "How much does this cost?"

"I'm asking you. Do doctors make so much money? Your Doctor Ling earns tens of millions of USD a year, right? "His female companion calculated the prices of the items she saw today and made a guess.

Felix looked at his female companion in amusement and said in a low voice, "Doctor Ling's girlfriend is the one who's spending money today."

His female companion felt relieved. "I was just thinking about it. If you include the value of the manor, this is money that you won't be able to earn even when you're eighty years old."

Felix stopped chewing completely, and the Italian meat in his hand seemed to have become heavier.

"Felix." Harris walked up from behind with a glass of champagne in his hand.

"Harris." Felix focused and faked a smile.

"You invited the Chinese, huh?" Harris greeted him and smiled a little proudly. "Unfortunately, he has to leave. If you keep him, there's still a lot of hope … "

For the hospital, there were many promising directions. Harris did not say it out loud, and Felix did not bother to ask. He also used a faint and noncommittal tone to say, "I've learned a lot."

"Oh?"

"Mister Osbourne spoke very highly of you. You'll see it another day."

"Oh …" Harris became a little nervous. In the military, he was at the bottom of the third group, but he had much more hope than Felix. Because of this, he could always show off his superiority in front of Felix. This was also a rare joy in his painful life.

Harris really did not want to lose Felix like this.

"What are you going to do?" Harris could not help but ask.

"It's just heart surgery." Osbourne smiled. He did not mention heart bypass because he had already thought about it. Ling Ran's decision to return to China did not mean that he could not go to China again.

Just like the famous religious saying, "If the mountain does not allow me, I will go to the mountain."

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