"Doctor Ling is very busy today." For the sake of the fruit, Wang Jia said to Huang Maoshi, "If you look for Doctor Ling now, you probably won't be able to get anything done."
"Oh, fortunately, I asked you, Sister Wang." Huang Maoshi did not care whether the information was useful or not. He first thanked her and asked, "Why are you so busy today?"
Wang Jia glanced at Old Fang behind Huang Maoshi, smiled, and said, "I'm already busy. I even attended an academic conference these two days."
Huang Maoshi pulled Old Fang over and said with a smile, "Sister Wang, let me introduce you. This is the manufacturer representative of Duco Medical Company, our upstream."
Wang Jia nodded as a form of greeting.
Although she was a nurse, because she was close to Doctor Ling, the suppliers and manufacturer representatives still had to surround her. There was no need to deliberately get close to the manufacturer representatives who were not familiar with them. That was the manufacturer's job.
From this perspective, doctors and nurses were the goddesses of the pharmaceutical sales representatives. Only the most capable and capable pharmaceutical sales representatives could stand out from the crowd. Those who pretended to be cold and aloof and treated them coldly would only need a few days before they really died. This was because the doctors and nurses who were praised by countless people really could not remember who the pharmaceutical sales representative who disappeared was.
Old Fang also smiled shyly. He would get to know them first, then slowly plan.
Huang Maoshi asked again, "Sister Wang, then when is a suitable time for me to look for Doctor Ling?"
"He will perform more than eight hepatectomies today. What do you think?" Wang Jia was not very polite.
"Oh," Huang Maoshi replied and turned to look at Old Fang. When he got a nod, he turned around and said, "Then, shall we come tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow morning, there will be four Achilles tendon repairs, two patients with atrial septal defects, and hepatectomy in the afternoon." Wang Jia did not hide anything. These were all information that could be found in the operating theater's schedule.
Of course, this was also because Huang Maoshi was a model and was quite handsome. That was why Wang Jia was willing to talk to him.
If a sleazy guy came over, the young nurse would definitely not want to talk to him.
Life in the hospital was already depressing enough. If pharmaceutical sales representatives also gave people mental pressure, the working environment would be too bad.
Huang Maoshi clicked his tongue. "Doctor Ling is really busy every day."
Old Fang cleared his throat and said, "Then if we visit tomorrow night …"
"Doctor Ling sleeps at seven or eight o 'clock at night. What time do you plan to visit him at night?" Wang Jia snorted through her nose. She was very unfriendly toward newcomers.
A large company like Duco Medical Company had high requirements for the manufacturer's representatives' educational background. However, the company's salary was not high. Those who were in their thirties and were still working in the company had a neat image. They obviously did not meet the requirements of the nurses.
Old Fang, who was in his thirties, was a little slow to react. He let out an "Ah" and felt extremely helpless.
Huang Maoshi moved his face forward a little and revealed a well-trained smile. "What about the day after tomorrow?"
Wang Jia lowered her head and pretended not to hear.
Huang Maoshi had basically been working in the Emergency Department of Yun Hua Hospital for the past two years. When he saw this, he smiled and said, "Thank you, Sister Wang." He then greeted a few nurses before leaving with Old Fang.
The nurses were also kind and amiable.
Compared to Doctor Ling, Huang Maoshi was not even worth mentioning, but he was still worth seeing.
At this time, Old Fang could only say respectfully, "Fortunately, we invited you. If I came alone, I wouldn't be able to complete today's task. Um … what do you mean by the riddle you played at the end? "
He could also see that Huang Maoshi did have some connections in the Emergency Department of Yun Hua Hospital. At the very least, their mutual trust was much stronger than his.
Huang Maoshi smiled. "What can it be? The day after tomorrow is a Saturday. I guess Doctor Ling will be going for freelance surgery."
Old Fang had actually guessed it, and he could not help but nod slowly.
"I'll make a call and ask." Huang Maoshi had the mentality to do a good job. After all, it was not easy to poach Old Fang, so it was better to do a good job in Duco so that Old Fang would owe him a big favor. He could just think of a way to make up for it later.
After a while, Huang Maoshi put down his phone and said, "Doctor Ling will be going for freelance surgery on Saturday and Sunday. Recently, more hospitals have been invited, so we have to hurry up. I reckon that there will still be a day of surgeries on Monday. What are you going to do?"
"What do you think?" Old Fang deliberately ignored the question of why more hospitals were invited.
"It's more convenient to chat on the high-speed rail than in the operating theater. Doctor Ling doesn't like to talk during surgeries either. "Huang Maoshi's suggestion was very clear.
Old Fang thought about it and said, "Then I'll listen to you. What should I prepare?"
"There's no need. Doctor Ling usually doesn't like to accept gifts."
Old Fang could not help but smile. "A person who can perform freelance surgery for two days does not lack gifts."
…..
Monday.
Old Fang inquired about the flight number, bought a ticket, and waited in the small business class compartment of the high-speed rail early in the morning. When he heard the exclamation of the high-speed rail attendant outside, he immediately got up, smoothed the wrinkled leather of the seat, and put on a smile.
"Doctor Ling." Old Fang was full of smiles.
Huang Maoshi also quickly showed his face. "Doctor Ling, we'll go with you today."
When he saw that it was the familiar Huang Maoshi, Ling Ran hummed in acknowledgment and said, "Hello." Then, he sat in the innermost compartment.
The train attendant floated over happily and gave Ling Ran snacks and tea.
Old Fang turned to look at Ling Ran's entourage. There were three full-time doctors, Zuo Cidian, Lu Wenbin, and Yu Yuan. There were also two housemen who were not on the list. Old Fang was stunned when he saw this huge lineup of freelance surgeons.
Five people plus Ling Ran's travel expenses, accommodation, meals, and local transportation expenses … A string of numbers instantly appeared in Old Fang's head.
"So many people." Old Fang sat on the two-seater chair next to Huang Maoshi.
Huang Maoshi nodded. "Doctor Ling likes to stay up all night when he goes out to perform surgeries. Two or three assistants can't handle him at all."
Old Fang was tongue-tied. "I've seen doctors who can stay up all night …"
"Doctor Ling is especially good at staying up." Huang Maoshi shook his head slightly and said, "I heard that Qin Shi Huang sleeps for four hours a day."
Old Fang was speechless and said, "No wonder so many doctors want to come to Yun Hua Hospital for in-service training. This surgery volume is really enough to fill their stomachs."
Huang Maoshi had long been envious of this. He said, "What are the conditions for you to help them find a place for in-service training?"
Old Fang smiled. "What conditions can there be? As long as they are willing to consider it, we will help them."
"Doctor Ling can't accommodate so many people here." Huang Maoshi pursed his lips and said, "Why don't you raise your requirements a little higher?"
For ordinary hospitals and ordinary doctors, it was usually a good thing when doctors were willing to come for in-service training. On one hand, the doctors who came for in-service training were doctors in their prime, and they could immediately help. Even if their skills were a little immature, they could quickly learn.
In some large hospitals, the number of in-service training doctors was very high. To a certain extent, they had become part of the hospital's human resources.
Of course, large hospitals had their own needs and requirements for in-service training doctors. In the past, doctors in small hospitals relied on the hospital to arrange for in-service training doctors or the doctors' personal relationships. Now, many young doctors who did not have connections, and even doctors who had connections, would rather seek help from pharmaceutical sales representatives.
The price was nothing more than a promise to purchase some goods.
After all, doctors went to large hospitals for in-service training to learn skills. Correspondingly, they had to buy similar equipment and drugs.
As the manpower in large hospitals became increasingly scarce, it was easier for pharmaceutical sales representatives to help contact in-service training doctors. This also made pharmaceutical sales representatives more and more fond of this kind of work.
Of course, the premise was that they had to be popular in large hospitals.
Old Fang knew that he could not completely rely on Huang Maoshi. Otherwise, he might lose his orders in the future, and he might even have to deliver the orders himself.
With this thought in mind, Old Fang smiled at Huang Maoshi and said, "Let me ask around first."
As he spoke, Old Fang turned to look at Ling Ran, got up, and sat on the empty seat next to Zuo Cidian.
Huang Maoshi pursed his lips and did not bother to argue with him.
"Doctor Zuo." Old Fang had met Zuo Cidian before. At this time, he smiled and said, "Doctor Ling's team is really a gathering of talented people."
"I'm not counted. I'm a hauler." Zuo Cidian smiled. His attitude toward pharmaceutical sales representatives had always been not to offend them, and he would not be too condescending.
"With the scale of Ling Treatment Group, we should actually bring a few more people. It would be more convenient if anything happens." Old Fang smiled and approached his target.
"We're just here to do odd jobs for Doctor Ling."
"If you're short on manpower, you can find a few more doctors for in-service training."
Zuo Cidian saw through him. "Why? Do you have people on your side?"
"There's more than one," Old Fang quickly said, "I'm thinking …"
"We can't keep people for the time being." Zuo Cidian waved his hand and interrupted him. "A while ago, we took in three in-service training doctors. Two days ago, we took in another two. We can't bring in people as we please for the time being."
"Then, what kind of requirements do you have?" Old Fang went to Zuo Cidian's side and quickly explained, "I have a lot of doctors on my side who are really eager to accept Doctor Ling's teachings. If you want to limit the number of years of service or the age of education, I can help you filter them."
Zuo Cidian looked at Old Fang, thought about it, and said, "I do have a request, but I won't admit it once I step out of this door."
Old Fang could not help but size up Zuo Cidian's old face, which was wrinkled like a century egg. He was greatly shocked. 'You old man, you actually want in-service training doctors with big breasts and perky buttocks? Even if they come, they won't fall into your hands. '
Zuo Cidian coughed a few times. "Don't think too much. I want someone who knows how to cook."
"Huh?" Old Fang widened his eyes.
Zuo Cidian twirled his fingers. "Look at our group. Every time we go out for freelance surgery, four or five to six people will go out for one or two days. Twenty to thirty people will be outside for thirty to forty hours. We can only eat in hotels or restaurants. It's fine for one or two days, but who can stand it for one or two years? So, I'm thinking about looking for someone who can cook home-cooked dishes and is agile. This will be the most convenient and comfortable way. "
"Then, do you want a nanny?"
"Nannies are not as considerate as in-service training doctors. Besides, we often have to eat in the Operating Area, and it's not appropriate to bring a nanny along. "Zuo Cidian did not use words like 'cheap' or 'saving money' to describe the situation.
"So, you want to find an in-service training doctor who can cook well?" Old Fang concluded.
Zuo Cidian showed a motherly smile. "There are already a lot of people in the treatment group. If there's someone suitable, we'll take in another one. If there's no one, we won't take in anyone for now."
"I understand." When Old Fang saw that Zuo Cidian's attitude was clear, he stopped nagging. However, a thought appeared in his mind. 'You might as well find someone with big breasts and perky buttocks.'
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