It was not easy for doctors to write books, but for high-ranking doctors, writing books was very common.
In China, the cost of publishing a book was mainly focused on three aspects: content, expenses, and sales.
The content was easy to understand, and some things had to be written in the book. If one did not want to be criticized later, he had to write something that others had not written before, even if it was trash that others had not written before.
The expenses of publishing and sales could be seen as one. Because the sales of many books, especially academic monographs, were so worrying that unless the publisher paid for it, the publishing house would not publish it at all.
Among them, the more unique China characteristic was the cost of the book number. The price of thirty to fifty thousand RMB was not considered high, but it was already a threshold in front of ordinary doctors. As for whether there was a need for exclusive sales in the future, who would pay for the printing cost was another huge expense.
Of course, these were not problems for high-ranking doctors.
In fact, when Huang Maoshi heard the word "book" from the phone, he could not help but clench his fists.
When Ling Ran put down the phone, Huang Maoshi immediately rushed to the front and said, "Doctor Ling, I'm sorry, I accidentally overheard your conversation just now. Um … if you plan to publish a book, why don't you let our company do it?"
"You can still publish a book?" Ling Ran did not pursue the matter of Huang Maoshi eavesdropping on the phone. For him, it was just a basic thing.
Huang Maoshi laughed heartily, swung his long legs like a model, and said, "We have a good relationship with a publishing house. From the content to the cover, everything will be decided by you."
"I understand." Ling Ran nodded to show that he understood. He only had the idea of writing a book now, and he was not in a hurry to implement it.
Huang Maoshi was a little disappointed. He really wanted to do something for Ling Ran.
According to the standards of Changxi Medical Company, the profit that Ling Ran brought was enough for him to come to Lower Groove Clinic at three in the morning to get his needles replaced. However, Ling Ran had never made a request of this level, and this put Huang Maoshi in a difficult position.
If Changxi Medical Company and other medical companies did the same thing for Ling Ran, how could he be confident that he could maintain the current sales ratio?
In Huang Maoshi's opinion, helping to publish a book was a very good contribution.
It was safe, meaningful, and in line with Changxi Medical Company's ability and standards.
Huang Maoshi took a few steps back and stood there to look at Ling Ran's sketches or sketches. He could not suppress the thoughts in his head, and he could not help but take out his phone …
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Ling Ran drew more than sixty pictures of the liver's mutated blood vessels that he had performed recently, and he could still remember them clearly in his mind. Two to three hours passed by.
In this regard, Ling Ran felt that his Perfect Level Quick Sketch was still not fast enough.
After all, painting was not his favorite hobby. Drawing on paper did not have the tactile sensation of surgery. Changing a pencil or changing a B-shape was far less interesting than changing a surgical instrument.
Even though the finished product could be slowly admired at home, from Ling Ran's point of view, it was not as impactful as the cadavers.
"That's it for today." He raised his chin at Huang Maoshi, who was the closest to him, and said, "Please put the equipment back."
"Okay." Huang Maoshi was like a Labrador waiting to be walked. He could not wait to rush out.
Ling Ran stood up again and stretched. He immediately attracted the attention of everyone around him.
"So handsome …" The new female pharmaceutical sales representative could not think of any other words. She just stared at Ling Ran blankly. She felt that the sunlight was extremely dazzling, and tears almost flowed out from the corners of her mouth.
Soon, she made up her mind and walked forward. She put her right foot forward and her left foot backward. She stuck out her chest, which was enough to pass an investment bank interview, and said with a smile, "Doctor Ling, I felt something when I looked at your drawings just now. Is it convenient for you to give me one?"
Based on her experience, a handsome man like Ling Ran had received countless gifts since he was young. So, instead of giving him a gift, it was better to ask for a gift from him or even borrow money from him. It would leave a deep impression on her.
Ling Ran looked at her calmly and said, "It's not convenient."
"Hey, you just drew so many drawings just now. Can't you just give me one?" The new female pharmaceutical sales representative said coquettishly. At the same time, she looked around proudly.
The experienced pharmaceutical sales representatives looked at the new female pharmaceutical sales representative as if they were looking at a toy.
The latter was shocked. Before she could figure out what was going on, she heard Ling Ran say again, "Every drawing is different. There's a left accessory hepatic artery that comes from the left gastric artery, and there's also a left accessory hepatic artery that comes from the hepatic artery … If I give it to you, I'll have to make another one."
After a short pause, Ling Ran looked at the other party's face and said, "I don't want to make another drawing."
Drawing was not like performing surgery. Ling Ran did not have the patience to do repetitive work.
At the same time, Madam Tao Ping, who had just gotten up and was preparing to make tea upstairs, also stuck her head out to take a look. She asked with slight disdain, "Which company's employee are you from?"
When the female pharmaceutical sales representative saw Tao Ping, she immediately shrunk back and said carefully, "I'm the sales representative of Peking Medicine Science and Technology Pharmaceutical Company. My name is …"
"Please go back first today. Our clinic is not big, and it's not suitable to accommodate too many unrelated people. If you come again in the future, please make an appointment in advance. " Madam Tao Ping gave her instructions from top to bottom. She then gave an elegant smile and turned around to continue making tea.
The new pharmaceutical sales representative looked at the others in a daze.
As competitors, the other pharmaceutical sales representatives looked at the new pharmaceutical sales representative or her bear with a warm but also reluctant gaze.
"It's not a big deal if you lose your order. It's a normal situation." A middle-aged pharmaceutical sales representative who did not look like a pervert walked forward with a smile. Like a caring uncle, he advised the new pharmaceutical sales representative, "When I first started, I actually encountered a lot of similar problems …"
"Our problems are different." The new pharmaceutical sales representative exhaled and interrupted him.
"How is it different?"
"You're so ugly, how can the problems you encounter be similar to mine?" The new pharmaceutical sales representative felt as if she had let out a sigh of relief. She raised her head again, puffed out her chest, and walked out of the door of the clinic.
She turned around and seriously looked at the door plate of Lower Groove Clinic. She said in a low voice, "One day, I want your whole family to carry a sedan chair and marry me."
"You want Ling Ran's grandson to carry the sedan chair? I'm afraid Doctor Ling won't be able to carry the sedan chair by then. "A voice suddenly came from beneath her feet.
The new pharmaceutical sales representative was shocked. She lowered her head and saw Yu Yuan. She immediately recognized the iconic doctor of Yun Hua Hospital.
She did not dare to talk nonsense anymore. She covered her face with her hands, turned around, and ran away. Anyway, all the companies had new pharmaceutical sales representatives who looked similar, and there were many who became big bears together. She could just deny it when the time came.
Yu Yuan shook her head as she watched the new pharmaceutical sales representative leave. She bent down to pick up the nameplate on the ground, put it in her pocket, and walked into Lower Groove Clinic.
"Doctor Yu."
"Attending Physician Yu."
The pharmaceutical sales representatives who came to the clinic could not avoid going to the hospital, and they all knew Yu Yuan, who had obvious characteristics.
Yu Yuan smiled and answered. She looked around and found Ling Ran under the parasol.
"Doctor Ling, I just asked a friend from the publishing company, and I wanted to come over and take a look at your drawings," Yu Yuan said before she continued. "The other party wanted me to take a few pictures for him. He doesn't want the drawings to be very professional, but it's best if they are unique. It's best if there are more drawings …"
Ling Ran stuffed a box of sketches to Yu Yuan.
"These … are all of them?" Yu Yuan only flipped through a few sketches, and she showed a surprised expression.
She didn't know whether sketches had artistic value or not, but the blood vessels and anatomical relationships in these sketches were clearly displayed. She immediately understood the seriousness and painstaking effort in the drawings.
After she looked at one, she looked at another, and Yu Yuan's small hands, which were the size of nectarines, could not help but tremble.
She did not expect that Doctor Ling had quietly drawn so many anatomical drawings of the liver while she was busy expanding her collection during the holidays.
"Doctor Ling, you're working too hard." Yu Yuan's voice trembled. "Don't worry, I'll definitely explain it to the publishing company."
Ling Ran's finger hovered over the icon of Kings of Glory, and he was a little hesitant. 'Should I open it later? It's more in line with the etiquette that society expects?
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