May 2026 · 8 min read
I used to work at a hospital in Pi County and live in Jinjiang, Chengdu. Forty kilometers apart. Every single day, there and back.
I knew every pothole on the 3rd Ring Road. I could tell you which lane moved fastest at 7:15 AM. If I left home past 7, I was guaranteed to hit rush hour. A one-way trip could stretch to 90 minutes. Leave before sunrise, come back after dark.
The driving alone was exhausting. But the real pain was the gas money.
80 kilometers a day. Five days a week. Fill up every 5 days. Monthly gas bill: over 1,000 yuan.
For a regular salary worker, that's a lot. My car was like a hungry mouth — the gas gauge dropped and I could feel my wallet shrinking with it. I started thinking: what if I could at least break even on fuel?
That's when a colleague mentioned ride-hailing. Not the full-time kind — just carpooling. Pick up passengers heading the same direction. Don't detour. Don't be late for work. Just cover the gas.
My first ride was from Xipu to a neighborhood next to mine. I wasn't greedy — I only accepted rides that were on my route. No extra stops, no wasted time. My day job came first. This was pure gas subsidy.
Morning: pick up one passenger heading toward Pi County. Evening: pick up another heading back to Jinjiang. The most common drop-off was Chengdu East Railway Station. Sometimes we chatted. Mostly we sat in silence. I just wanted to finish the ride and earn the fare.
I kept it up for about two months. On and off. At the end, I added it up: about 1,000 yuan total.
Not a lot. But it covered exactly two months of commuting gas. Every single yuan.
I wouldn't call it happiness. But there was a quiet satisfaction in it. A small win. A tiny side hustle that actually worked.
Then the platform shut down. Don't know why, don't really care. Gas prices went up. Life moved on. I never did it again.
But sometimes I think back to those days and feel oddly nostalgic. Simple. Honest. A small hope to hold onto.
Years passed. Now I'm 40. I think about home more. I think about money more. I think about what I still haven't figured out.
I spent my whole life in medicine. Over a decade in critical care. I love the work — pulling patients back from the edge, keeping the Grim Reaper at bay. Just recently we did CPR for over an hour and saved someone. That feeling is real.
But outside the hospital, I'm lost. I don't know how to talk to people. I have no friends outside work (except my fishing group). I can't write. I have no skills other than doctoring.
I tried learning Python. I built a NeuroICU AI tool based on decades of clinical experience. I thought it could help colleagues. I thought it could even make some money. Then I found out — as an individual without a company license, I can't legally put a medical tool online. It just runs on my computer, silently.
I sometimes regret studying medicine. If I'd learned AI or coding instead, maybe things would be different. But regret doesn't pay the bills.
I'm still learning. Still experimenting. Still looking for the right path. I take advice from AI assistants now — Doubao teaches me about stocks and funds. I built a stock analysis tool. It's not great, but it's smarter than me.
Life is hard. But I haven't stopped. I don't plan to.
Somewhere out there, there's a side hustle that fits. A way to use what I know, build something real, and earn a little extra. I just haven't found it yet.
But I'm still looking. That's got to count for something.
— Kuang Shan, 40 years old, still looking for the right road
2026年5月 · 阅读约8分钟
早些年在郫县医院上班，家住在锦江区，那日子现在想起来，都觉得是真奔波。每天来回足足四十多公里，三环路那里有个坑我都知道，早上六点多就得从家里出发，稍微起晚一点，只要你过了7点上三环，大概率就会被堵路上，遇上早高峰堵车，单程都要开一个半小时，天不亮就摸黑出门，下午5点半下班如果运气不好再堵在路上，到家不是晚上7点都不行，光开车就累得天昏地暗的。
最头疼的还是油费，那时候油价比现在是便宜，但是每天80多公里，每个月上下班光加油，就得花掉一千多块，对于普通上班族来说，也遭不住啊，这么一来，手里更是慌得很。基本上5天加一回油，车呢也不争气，油表往下掉，车天天喊饿，我也是醉了，心里就慌，总想着能不能想个办法，把这笔油钱省下来，哪怕不赚钱，能把油钱补上也行。
哎钱包累，我也累，那个时候不是有顺风车嘛，后来跟同事聊天，就开始做。万事开头难嘛，记得第一个单就是犀浦到我们隔壁小区的，那时候也不贪心，就想找同路的乘客，绝不绕路、绝不耽误上班时间，毕竟本职工作才是主业，顺风车就是纯纯补贴油钱的副业。
从那以后，每天出门前我都先打开软件看一眼，有顺路的就接上，没有就自己正常走。早上接一单去郫县的，下班再接一单回锦江区的，其实最多单的就是到成都东站的。有时候遇上聊得来的，简单说几句，大部分时候都是安安静静赶路，就想踏踏实实把这单跑完，把油钱挣到手。
就这么坚持跑了一两个多月，断断续续的跑了两个月。后来仔细算了算，前前后后一共挣了一千多块，不多，但刚好完完全全覆盖了那两个月上下班的油费，还是比较划算的。
那时候开心谈不上，心里只是有点满足。可世事就是这么难料，好好的顺风车，跑得正顺手的时候，突然就出问题了。不知道是平台倒闭了，还是什么原因，后面随着油费上涨等等一些其他原因也就没有弄这个所谓的副业了。偶尔想起那时候跑顺风车的日子，还觉得挺怀念的，简单又踏实，心里有个小盼头。
一晃又是几年过去了，人到40岁，就想家，想安静，想挣钱，其他的什么都不想再想了。以前嘛想到40岁了应该著书立说了，随着社会科技互联网的发展，发现自己被社会差点遗弃了——差点哈，没有完全被遗弃。想的是总得找钱啊。
我这辈子就开始学医了，干了十多年的医生，一直扎根在重症医学领域。其实我很喜欢这个专业，有成就感，病情非常重的患者随时可能死亡的，我就不让牛头马面轻易的带走。最近就有一个我们坚持心肺复苏1个多小时成功了的，确实有成就感。扯远了，这辈子就知道和病人及病人家属打交道，看病、查房、写病历，所有的精力、所有的事，就是这些事。说句实在话，除了看病，我真的什么都不会，什么都做不了。说话都不会，情商超级低，就连写点东西也是狗屁不通。话说有人就有江河湖泊——江湖，但是我说话直来直去喜欢讲实话，领导不喜欢，朋友也少，不是基本没有朋友，我的微信除了工作群基本没有其他事，哦还有钓鱼佬群，我也就没有江湖了。
现在确实想做个副业，原因简单啊，穷啊。继续坑老也不现实啊，哈哈原因大家都懂。找个体力活当副业，没那个力气，年轻的时候都没干过重活，现在中年了，身子骨也不如从前，别说去工地搬砖、扛水泥，就算是干点轻体力活，都吃不消。想做点小生意，没经验、没本钱，也不敢贸然投资，怕赔了本，连家底都保不住。想找个轻松的副业，又没有别的手艺，没有一技之长，根本无从下手。
其实现在想想当年挺后悔学医，如果学个AI的行当多好啊，做IT、写代码、开发程序，趁着科技发展，赚得盆满钵满。随便接点活、做个程序，都比现在强，心里就忍不住后悔。
事情像这个样子，后悔也没用。当年学医也是我妈帮我选的，其实当年的出发点就是学个手艺，可以回老家镇上开个小诊所。回想起来也对，日子还得往前过，我也从来没想着躺平。我也一直在学、一直在折腾、一直在找方向，从来没有停下努力的脚步，可惜没有方向。
最近开始学Python代码，抖音是个不错的学习平台哈，还对着电脑一点点看教程、写代码。后来又接触到一些程序部署，自己一点点摸索搭建环境、调试程序，有点难，但是学会了一部分。干了一辈子重症医学，我心里清楚，一线临床医生有多辛苦，也知道大家在诊疗过程中需要什么样的辅助工具。凭着自己几十年的临床经验，我利用所有业余时间，一点点整理临床数据、诊疗指南、用药经验，硬生生做出了一个重症医学AI辅助工具。我满心想着，这个工具要是能上线使用，能帮到很多同行，能提高效率，也能让自己的努力有个结果，还能多一份收入。
可现实却给我泼了一盆冷水。自己做一个医学工具放网上是不行的——豆包说的。我只是一个普通的个人，没有正规的公司资质，需要医疗备案权限，根本没有资格把这个工具放到网上运营，都只能在自己的电脑里默默的跑。
最近和豆包关系比较好，她就是我生活的老师，我基本上很多事就问她。现在不是学习买基金股票吗，豆包手把手教的我哈，莫笑这是真的。最近在豆夫人的指导下搭建了一个AI股票工具，谈不上好用但是比我脑子灵光。
我还是在不停学习，不停摸索，不停寻找新的方向。依然想写更多东西，想把自己的临床经验分享出去，想把自己做的辅助工具完善好，想找到合适的办法，让它能派上用场。
人到中年，谁都有无奈，谁都有力不从心的时候，有遗憾，有迷茫，有处处碰壁的失落。莫停下往前闯的脚步。
日子不是难是自己难，生活苦不是苦自己，莫让苦横行霸道。但只要一直不放弃，一直努力折腾，找对方向——哈哈哈，我始终相信，总有一天，能找到属于自己的副业路，都有一个值得的结果。
—— 况山，还在往前闯