Jin Xuezhen's father did not give the car away, and he felt uneasy.
This was his professional habit. It was just like when he was working on a project. If he encountered a person in charge who did not accept anything and did not want anything given to him, the project would be very troublesome.
As the brother-in-law of the hospital director of Yun Hua Hospital, Jin Xuezhen's father actually knew that the doctors in the hospital would definitely do their best.
There were not many opportunities to curry favor with the hospital director. No doctor would mess around in this kind of situation.
However, doing their best did not mean that they would get the best results.
Jin Xuezhen's father hoped that first-class doctors could treat his son. Even if it meant that he would gain a little more, he would gladly give the Q7 away.
This kind of thinking was just like how he looked for a school, a class, and a teacher for his son.
As long as it was possible, he wanted to provide the best conditions for his son.
At this time, he did not consider the price-to-performance ratio.
He could only feel at ease when he found the best within his ability.
Jin Xuezhen's father drove his Q7 around Lower Groove and thought, 'The other doctors in Yun Hua Hospital are still very polite, but Ling Ran's personality seems to be quite different.'
When he passed by a parking lot, Jin Xuezhen's father parked his car, took out his phone, and made a call.
The initial plan did not succeed, but it was slightly discouraging.
As a builder who worked on the frontline all year round, Jin Xuezhen's father did not believe that there was a gift in the world that could not be given away.
…..
The next day.
Jin Xuezhen's father rushed to Lower Groove Clinic at six in the morning.
To be honest, it had been a while since he woke up so early, so he was still not used to the blue sky.
The wooden door of Lower Groove Clinic was tightly shut, and the neon lights were still on. A man wrapped in a coat with his shoulders hunched was hiding in the corner to avoid the wind.
Jin Xuezhen's father's gaze froze. He put his hand into his pocket and held the anti-wolf device.
The black matte anti-wolf device calmed him down. This anti-wolf device had made a contribution, so he trusted it deeply.
After a slight pause, Jin Xuezhen's father slowly walked toward the man wrapped in the coat and asked, "Who are you?"
"Director Jin?" The man turned around and recognized him.
Jin Xuezhen's father tightened his grip on the anti-wolf device. He moved his hand away from the switch and said very politely, "You are?"
"I'm Huang Maoshi. You're a salesperson from Changxi Medical Company. I met you when I was in Yun Hua Hospital. " Huang Maoshi was even more courteous. He was the brother-in-law of the hospital director. If he could build a good relationship with him, he would be able to sell medicine all day long.
When Jin Xuezhen's father heard that he was a pharmaceutical sales representative, his smile disappeared. He took his hand out of his pocket and asked, "Why are you here at this time?"
"I'm here to bring breakfast to Doctor Ling." Huang Maoshi chuckled and revealed the lunchbox he carried with him. He said, "Nancheng Restaurant's deep-fried dough sticks and soy milk with a little pickled mustard from Fuling. Doctor Ling likes it quite a lot."
Jin Xuezhen's father looked at Huang Maoshi's lunch box and frowned.
"Director Jin is also here to look for Doctor Ling? I don't know what it is, but I might be able to help. "Huang Maoshi casually said those words out of politeness.
Jin Xuezhen's father thought of something. Even though in his heart, pharmaceutical sales representatives were meaningless sales representatives, their influence on doctors was undeniable.
A smile appeared on Jin Xuezhen's father's face again. He said, "Doctor Ling is my son's chief surgeon. Young Huang, right? You know how Doctor Ling usually manages the patient's prognosis. "
Huang Maoshi knew what was going on the moment he heard that. He chuckled a few times and said, "Doctor Ling usually arranges a general direction. When it comes to the medication, the doctors in the department will either discuss it or invite the doctors from the Internal Medicine Department for consultation."
The Department of Surgery had always been rough with medication. Even if it was an assistant lecturer or a chief physician, they were not very particular about medication.
If the patient had other symptoms, they would just invite the corresponding Internal Medicine Department for consultation.
Jin Xuezhen's father frowned slightly and said with dissatisfaction, "I heard that the prognosis of Doctor Ling's patients is generally better."
"Doctor Ling does perform surgeries well."
"He's also particular about other aspects, right?"
"I'm not too sure about that." Huang Maoshi sensed that the patient's family was a little difficult to deal with, so he wisely kept quiet.
It was normal for him to not be able to get close to the hospital director's brother-in-law.
When Huang Maoshi was a model, he had also met many celebrities and bosses, but in the end, he did not manage to get close to any of them. Now, when he saw the attitude of the hospital director's brother-in-law, he could already predict the outcome.
Jin Xuezhen's father asked a few more questions, but he did not get any results, so he also lost interest.
Both of them stood outside Lower Groove Clinic. The cold wind blew against them, and they felt uncomfortable.
"Breakfast bought from outside, even if it's from a famous shop, might not necessarily be safe and hygienic." Director Jin chose his words carefully and said, "In the pharmaceutical industry, the key is to have good medicine and consumables. Look at some pharmaceutical sales representatives from foreign companies. They're so arrogant that they don't even need to give a rebate. You can't not use it. "
"They're monopolizing the market," Huang Maoshi replied in a low voice.
"That's why I say that those who are in the technical field are amazing."
"Yes."
"What time did you come over?"
"I just arrived not long ago, and you're already here," Huang Maoshi answered reluctantly.
Director Jin asked, "Do you come often?"
"Yes."
"What do you do when Ling Ran goes for surgery? He usually wakes up a lot earlier. "
"I sometimes bring them to the hospital, but I don't deliver them every day."
"That's true. It's impossible for him to deliver deep-fried dough sticks and soybean milk every day, right?" Director Jin said with a smile, "As pharmaceutical sales representatives, don't tell me that you guys have a division of labor in advance? One of you is responsible for delivering deep-fried dough sticks and soybean milk, and the other is responsible for delivering porridge and steamed buns?"
Huang Maoshi smiled a little proudly. "Doctor Ling doesn't really like to interact with people. As for the pharmaceutical sales representatives, I should be the one who is most familiar with Doctor Ling."
Nowadays, Huang Maoshi did not really interact with other doctors.
This was basically the case for pharmaceutical sales representatives who had established a close relationship with doctors who were associate chief physicians and above.
The benefits that a treatment group in a tertiary Grade A hospital or a department in a weak hospital could bring were huge, and they indeed needed to be managed by pharmaceutical sales representatives.
For example, delivering deep-fried dough sticks and soybean milk at six o 'clock in the morning was just the beginning.
"What does Doctor Ling like to eat the most in the morning?" Director Jin asked curiously.
Huang Maoshi was feeling proud, and he blurted out, "Recently, I think I like to eat wontons. I saw Uncle Ling make them twice."
"I see …"
Director Jin asked a few more questions and played with his phone at the same time. Then, a man in white walked over.
"Director Jin." The man greeted him, put down the basket in his hand, and said, "The ingredients for the wontons are ready. They can be made in a few minutes."
Huang Maoshi was originally looking at the man with a smile, but when he heard what the man said, he could not help but feel puzzled.
Director Jin coughed a few times and introduced, "I brought a chef over to look for something to eat."
Huang Maoshi wanted to laugh, but he did not dare to. He lowered his head.
Director Jin did not have the desire to explain or chat anymore. He snorted a few times and waited in front of the door.
Not long after, the door under the signboard of [Lower Groove Clinic] was opened with a creak.
"Hello, Uncle Ling," Huang Maoshi greeted him sweetly.
Ling Jiezhou looked at Huang Maoshi, sighed, and said, "I told you not to bring anything over. There's even less need for breakfast. "
"I just came over to take a look since I was on the way. It didn't take much effort." Huang Maoshi chuckled as if he was really on the way.
Ling Jiezhou shook his head and said, "There's really no need. My Ling Ran ordered takeout the moment he woke up."
"Takeout breakfast?" Huang Maoshi's expression was a little dazed. He did not expect that Huang Maoshi's biggest competitor was actually a yellow kangaroo.
Ling Jiezhou said, "Otherwise, it would be too troublesome for you … Alright, come in and have a seat. It's still a little chilly in the morning. Who is this?"
He thought that Jin Xuezhen's father came with Huang Maoshi.
Huang Maoshi quickly introduced them to each other.
Jin Xuezhen's father shook hands with Ling Jiezhou and exchanged a few pleasantries. Then, he proudly pushed the man behind him and said, "Chief Ling, takeout is really unhealthy. I just happened to bring a chef from Prosperous Fountain Restaurant with me today. Let's make breakfast on the spot."
As they spoke, a ringing sound came from behind them.
A row of bicycles drove over. On each bicycle was a chef wearing a tall white hat.
When they arrived at the entrance of Lower Groove Clinic, the chefs parked their bicycles neatly against the wall. Then, they took out a can of alcohol-based hand sanitizer from their pockets and applied it to their hands.
"Is this Lower Groove Clinic? We're here to deliver food. "The chef in the lead was very polite. While the four people at the entrance were still in a daze, he squeezed his way in.
A row of chefs followed him and squeezed their way in.
Then, it only took them two to three minutes to build a simple big kitchen in the courtyard. Even the stove and burning charcoal were prepared.
"Millet porridge, vegetarian buns. The restaurant is doing a promotion. We're giving away four side dishes, four cold dishes, and four hot dishes," the chef in the lead shouted, and the chefs behind him were already busy.
"Cooked and wrapped on the spot?" Jin Xuezhen's father was very surprised. He brought a chef over today because he wanted to put on a grand show. But in front of him, there were one, two, three, four … What was going on with twelve people?
Ordinary kitchens would not have so many chefs.
The chef who came with Jin Xuezhen's father was so surprised that he could not even keep his hat on. As he watched the chefs bring out the dishes one by one, he mumbled,
"This stir-fried shredded potato …
"This scrambled egg …
"This prawn ball …
"What is this place …"
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