I Get A Random New Occupation Every Week-Chapter 2550 - 2551: The Sorrow of the Era

"You’re praising me too much," Lin Yi responded with a smile.

"I was just doing my job—don’t make a big deal out of it."

The female doctor chuckled. "Lin Principal, there’s something you might not know yet."

"What’s that?"

"The National Medical Insurance Bureau successfully negotiated for Nusinersen, the SMA drug. They brought the price down from 700,000 yuan per injection to 30,000 yuan per injection! This means most ordinary families can now afford it."

"Seriously?"

Hearing this news, Lin Yi was genuinely surprised.

He hadn’t been following these developments lately and was completely unaware of this progress.

"Yes, it’s true. We just received the news, and it’s about to be included in medical insurance very soon."

Lin Yi stood dazed for a moment. After some time, a smile crept onto his face. "That’s fantastic."

"This round of negotiations by the Medical Insurance Bureau has really given hope to the masses," the female doctor commented.

"It’s tragic when people get sick but don’t have medicine to treat it—that’s a global problem."

"No, that’s not it," Lin Yi said softly.

"The real global tragedy is when people get sick but can’t afford the medicine, despite it being available."

"One step at a time," Chen Shihua interjected pragmatically.

"At the end of the day, even capitalists need to eat. What we can do is focus on doing our work well. We are the foundation for the future—the better we lay it, the stronger the next generation will stand."

"Director Chen is absolutely right. This is an industry that demands long-term dedication."

"Alright, let’s stop talking about serious stuff," Chen Shihua said with a laugh.

"What arrangements has your family made—going home for postpartum care, or staying at a postpartum care center?"

"My mother-in-law booked us a spot at a postpartum care center."

"I’ve got a contact for you. She’s a professional nanny, very skilled," Chen Shihua offered.

"There’s a high-end care center here in Yanjing called Huakang. She’s the best nanny they’ve got. If you need someone, just give her a call."

"Huakang?"

Lin Yi paused for a moment. "I think that’s the exact center my mother-in-law arranged."

"What a coincidence! That’ll make things even easier."

"Great, I’ll reach out to her shortly."

"Use it if you need it. I wouldn’t offer this to just anyone."

"Thanks, Director Chen," Lin Yi said with a smile.

Soon, the birth certificate was ready. Lin Yi gathered the necessary documents and headed back to the hospital ward.

On the way, he called the nanny Zhang Shuzhen, as recommended by Chen Shihua, and sorted out the arrangements.

Since Chen Shihua had personally provided her contact information, Lin Yi felt it was necessary to use her services—otherwise, it might be seen as disrespectful.

This was an unwritten social rule among adults—everyone abides by it without saying it out loud.

Besides, Lin Yi was aware of the Liang family’s status and their influence. Any introduction they provided was sure to be reliable.

If something went wrong, he wouldn’t be able to bear the responsibility.

After finalizing the arrangements with the nanny, Lin Yi returned to the ward.

The group passed around the baby’s birth certificate, each taking a look at it before putting it away.

The following two days passed peacefully.

Liang Ruoxu gradually adapted to her new role as a mother. Her ability to breastfeed and change diapers grew increasingly adept.

The concerns she’d had earlier seemed to dissipate completely.

Apparently, the baby couldn’t even finish all the milk—whatever was left over, Lin Yi drank himself.

On the day of discharge, the Liang and Shen families both showed up. Liang Ruoxu was wrapped up tightly—not only to ward off the wind but also to maintain privacy and avoid gossip.

Leaving the hospital, the group drove to the postpartum care center.

Gazing at the luxurious facilities, Lin Yi felt as though an entirely new world had opened up to him.

The room was at least 300 square meters large, complete with a gym and more.

Even the finest presidential suites he’d stayed in paled in comparison to this place.

"How much does it cost to stay here for a month?"

"Around two million yuan, I think. I’m not sure of the exact figure."

"My mother-in-law sure knows how to splurge."

"If my mom heard you say that, she might hit you."

"Why would she hit me?"

"CITIC Group isn’t hers, Lingyun Group is yours. My mom doesn’t have as much money as you."

"Still, if my mother-in-law ever branched out on her own, Lingyun Group wouldn’t even stand a chance... Ding-dong—"

As the couple chatted, the doorbell rang.

One of the nannies went to open the door, revealing a middle-aged woman standing outside.

"May I speak to Lin Yi? Principal Lin?"

Hearing his name, Lin Yi walked over. "That’s me. And you are?"

"I’m Zhang Shuzhen. We spoke on the phone earlier."

"Ah, nice to meet you. Please, come in."

Realizing who it was, Lin Yi enthusiastically invited her in.

"Sister Zhang—"

Just as Zhang Shuzhen was about to step inside, someone called out to her from behind.

The two turned to look and saw a woman in professional attire standing there.

She seemed to be in her early thirties, with her hair neatly tied up, exuding a composed and formal demeanor.

Lin Yi glanced at her employee badge. Her name was Chen Jia, the HR Manager of the postpartum care center.

"What’s the matter?"

Zhang Shuzhen’s tone was calm, without any hint of nervousness.

From this, it was clear her position within the center was higher than it appeared.

If she regarded authority so nonchalantly, her standing must indeed be significant.

Chen Jia stole a glance at Lin Yi, then leaned in to whisper to Zhang Shuzhen:

"Sister Zhang, the guests in Room 1209 want to schedule an appointment with you."

"That won’t work. Principal Lin has already booked me, and it was through an important friend’s recommendation. You’ll have to find someone else for them."

Chen Jia looked troubled. "I did tell them that, but the family insists on having you. They won’t accept anyone else we suggest."

Almost instinctively, Chen Jia glanced at Lin Yi.

"Sir, I could recommend another nanny for you—equally skilled, I assure you. Would that be alright?"

"What do you think?" Lin Yi responded with his own question.

The intensity of Lin Yi’s demeanor left Chen Jia visibly rattled. She felt a suffocating pressure that froze her in place, unsure of how to respond.

"Manager Chen, this approach isn’t right. You should stick to protocol—handle scheduling as it’s meant to be done, or else the center’s reputation will suffer."

Chen Jia hesitated, visibly conflicted. "I know this isn’t ideal, but the guests in Room 1209 seem quite imposing. They’re very aggressive in their demands. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have come here."

"So you think we’re easier to deal with? That’s why you approached us, is it?"

"No, no, no! That’s not what I meant. I just wanted to discuss if we could work something out," Chen Jia explained quickly.

"There’s nothing to discuss. If there’s nothing else, you should leave."

"But—"

"But what?"

"They mentioned their name when I arrived—Zhou Chengtao."

"And?"

"He said if you didn’t agree, I should let you know who he is."

"Zhou Chengtao?"

Lin Yi muttered the name. "I don’t care who it is—it has nothing to do with me. Please leave and don’t disturb my wife’s rest."

"Alright, alright. I’ll go relay this to them. Sorry to trouble you."

After bowing apologetically, Chen Jia retreated in a hurry, looking rather embarrassed.