A middle-aged woman? Shizhu frowned, not understanding what Mulian was up to.

Mulian explained, "Look at the nurses in our hospital. They easily earn over 10,000 yuan a month. They have no nursing knowledge and are lazy. Even if a bedridden patient develops three bedsores a month, that's quite a lot. It's easy money, but the families feel like their money is going down the drain. So, this is an easy business to grow. We'll focus on professional nursing, and we'll definitely be in high demand."

Shizhu murmured "hmm" softly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Mulian became increasingly excited as she spoke, and couldn't help but pat Shizhu on the shoulder. "There are too many people who can't afford medical treatment. This is how I plan to start this business. We want to give these women, who have little education and don't know how to make a living, a high-paying opportunity so they can save some money for their old age. I hope there will be fewer people like Li in the world who have serious illnesses and can't afford treatment."

Shizhu was surprised, his pupils dilated, and he looked at Mulian in disbelief. He couldn't help but blurt out, "That's not like you, a money-grubber."

Mulian was indignant. When she thought of Zhu Wen's face, she became angrier and angrier. She couldn't help but pat Shizhu's shoulder again and said, "If you don't like Zhu Wen, give women more job opportunities."

Shizhu's face twisted in pain, and he looked at Mulian with a sullen look, "No man will like you if you're like this."

Mulian waved one hand indifferently in the air, as if to dispel what Shizhu said, "Who cares what you men think?"

Shi Zhu rubbed his aching shoulder, looking pained, "What happened to Zhu Wen?"

Mulian smiled mischievously, "Can you help me with some training? If our internship doesn't require any technical skills, such as moxibustion, massage, cupping, or acupressure, I won't let Zhu Wen do it."