Chapter 72: Skip Work
Suddenly Ethan realized something.
Running a clinic was actually not that different from running a dungeon raid.
As the healer—
First you quietly heal, buff, and keep everyone's health bars full.
Make sure everyone depends on you.
Make sure everyone understands one thing:
"Warlock, put a Soulstone on the Priest."
(Preserves the target's soul. If they die during the duration, they resurrect with 60% HP and at least 20% mana.)
"Druid, Innervate the Priest."
(Increases mana regeneration by 400%, allowing full regeneration even while casting for 20 seconds.)
"Paladin, Divine Intervention on the Priest."
(The paladin sacrifices themselves to protect the target, making them immune to damage for three minutes.)
"Everyone watch the mobs around the Priest!"
Once the healer established control—
Leadership naturally shifted away from the warriors, rogues, and mages.
Eventually it evolved into something like:
"Pull only when the priest says pull."
"If the priest says he needs water, the whole raid waits."
Thinking about it, Ethan slipped the black-and-gold membership card into his pocket.
The future suddenly looked very bright.
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When he returned to the clinic after lunch, the sunlight outside was almost too gentle.
The kind of weather that made working feel like a crime.
The clinic was empty.
Clean.
No appointments.
No queue numbers.
No patients.
Only the small cupcakes Max had dropped off that morning sitting on the reception desk.
Ethan spun slowly in his office chair.
A dangerous yet tempting idea crept into his mind.
Skip work.
After all, he had already handled a "big case" that morning.
One hundred thousand dollars had already hit his account.
Today's KPI had been completely crushed.
And there were no patients scheduled for the afternoon anyway.
Why not slip out, grab a coffee, take a walk, and waste some time on himself?
He even came up with the perfect excuse:
He hadn't rested well over the weekend.
The morning had been intense work.
And Monday afternoons were usually slow anyway.
All perfectly reasonable reasons.
Just as he stood up to turn off the lights and lock the door—
Ding.
The door opened.
A man poked his head in.
"Excuse me… are you Dr. Rayne? I'd like to get a checkup."
Ethan's smile froze for three seconds.
The skip-work plan died instantly.
He welcomed the patient inside and began the usual consultation, examination, and treatment.
Then, just as that patient left—
Another one arrived.
Headaches.
Numbness.
Migraines.
Anxiety and insomnia.
Some even stopped by randomly, just wanting their blood pressure checked.
Patients began flowing in one after another, without pause.
The afternoon Ethan had planned to spend lazily was completely filled.
By the time the last patient left—
The clock read 5:55 PM.
Only five minutes remained before closing.
Ethan looked at the clock and let out a long sigh.
"Well…"
"I guess this still counts as successfully skipping work, right?"