"Doctor Zhou, take a look. These are the recent events sponsored by our company." Gao Meng took a small box of brochures and opened it in front of Doctor Zhou. He then explained in detail, "The most recent event in Yun Hua is next month. It's a cardiology society. This might not be suitable."
"It's not suitable to sell stents." Doctor Zhou was like many doctors. He always felt that cardiologists who did interventional cardiology did less work but earned more. It was too much to use stents beyond the standard.
Gao Meng did not argue. He chuckled and said, "It's a conference room for surgeons. Next month, there's a conference to promote general laparoscopy …"
"Selling mirrors?"
"It's mainly about selling titanium clips," Gao Meng said humbly, "Selling laparoscopes doesn't earn much money. We need to make a living, too."
Doctor Zhou hummed and said, "Ling Ran does laparoscopy too, but he only uses it for cholecystectomy. It's not that interesting to demonstrate."
"Oh, if it's a demonstration, this laparoscopy conference isn't very suitable," Gao Meng quickly said, "The few slots for demonstrations have already been given out."
"Given to general surgeons?" Doctor Zhou snorted. "What? Doctors from the Emergency Department can't perform general surgeries? "
Gao Meng quickly apologized with a smile. He thought, 'If you perform general surgeries, you'll have to readjust the concentration of normal saline.'
"Hepatectomy, then. Do you have any hepatectomy conferences?"
Gao Meng smiled bitterly. "You've asked for hepatectomy before. If there were any, we would definitely send them over. We'd try our best to get a good spot. Indeed, there aren't any. "
Doctor Zhou hummed in acknowledgment.
He actually knew that there were no such conferences. Gao Meng's company was not the only one that did not participate in them.
The main reason was that hepatectomy was a major surgery. Even though some drugs or consumables were used in the surgery, due to the frequency of the surgery, there were not many of them. It was not like cardiac stents, which could earn tens of thousands of RMB with a single click. An assistant lecturer in a hospital's cardiology department could click dozens of times in a day.
Therefore, the medical world nowadays was full of internal medicine and interventional cardiology conferences all year round.
As for hepatectomy, it was definitely the pharmaceutical companies related to liver cancer, not hepatectomy itself.
"Think of a way to find one." Doctor Zhou smiled at Gao Meng and said, "Department Director Huo specifically asked for this. Your company has to work harder."
Gao Meng opened his mouth and said, "We also want to do our best, but we really don't have enough energy."
"Go back and think about it." Doctor Zhou smiled and said, "From what I can see, you guys are still capable."
Gao Meng was praised to the point where his hair grew all over his body. The hair around his heart was so long that it looked like it needed a hair-shaver.
He understood what Doctor Zhou meant. Doctor Zhou just wanted their company to hold a meeting related to hepatectomy for Ling Ran. Of course, his company could do it. It was just like how they often held meetings for the cardiology department.
However, the Department of Cardiology was a very profitable department. Not only did it earn a lot of money, but it was also the most competitive department. In comparison, the Emergency Department was much worse.
Gao Meng was very doubtful about what kind of evaluation he would receive if he submitted his proposal.
Gao Meng ran out quickly. When he reached the parking lot outside Yun Hua Hospital, he stood under the sun and stretched his body comfortably.
The conversation just now gave him the feeling that it was even harder than drinking.
"Old Gao?" A head popped out from the Accord in the corner.
"Old Tang, didn't you go out for a walk?"
"What's there to walk around in front of the hospital?" Old Tang was a few years older than Gao Meng, but because he did not have the ability to vomit after drinking fake alcohol, and he could only drink one liter of real alcohol, he gradually followed Gao Meng and became a senior errand boy over the years.
Gao Meng hummed in acknowledgment. "Indeed, a place like a hospital is too complicated."
Old Tang looked at Gao Meng's expression and asked, "Is it not going well?"
"Yes, Attending Physician Zhou of the Emergency Medical Center wants to hold a hepatectomy meeting …" Gao Meng pursed his lips.
Old Tang laughed. "Such a big project? He's joking, right? "
"I heard that it's Old Huo's idea."
"Oh …" Old Tang immediately fell silent and did not dare to say anything else.
A professional related meeting would cost hundreds of thousands of RMB no matter what, and it would cost up to millions of RMB to make it look presentable.
Not only that, but to hold such a meeting, they would also need to invite the big shots in the industry and their subordinates. There would be a lot of work to do, and if it was not for the company's own marketing plan, the administrative cost would also be very high.
Gao Meng frowned. He could only take a deep breath, pat the car door, and say, "Let's go back first, I'm cold from staying in Yun Hua Hospital."
"Cold icy rain …"
Gao Meng's phone rang before he could get into the car.
"Manager Gao, the people from Yun Hua Hospital just called and told us that the hormones sent by our company are going to be stopped." An anxious shout came from the phone.
Old Tang shuddered and sat up straight. Stop the drugs? This was a big deal.
"Who stopped it?"
"Associate Hospital Director Zhou of Yun Hua Hospital."
"Why did they stop our drugs?" Gao Meng was a little anxious.
If the drugs were stopped, it was not just a matter of losing revenue, for pharmaceutical sales representatives, it was impossible for them to complete their tasks. Most importantly, if their drugs were stopped, someone else's drugs would definitely replace them. When they thought about how to maintain their relationship in the future, it would be a mess.
Old Tang looked at Gao Meng with a sympathetic gaze.
"Wait, let me ask about the situation." Gao Meng came to a realization, put down the phone, and said to Old Tang, "Doctor Zhou just finished talking to me, and I got a call from Associate Hospital Director Zhou asking me to stop the drugs. Are they related?"
"I don't know. But you better give in. "Old Tang looked deeply at Gao Meng and said," Doctor Zhou still represents Department Director Huo. "
Gao Meng could not help but shudder. "Think about it carefully, organizing a conference doesn't cost a lot of money. We have to spend money anyway."
"Yes."
"It's harder to organize a conference for hepatectomy. It should be possible to organize a conference for the General Surgery Department or the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery with the theme of hepatectomy," Gao Meng said as he thought.
"Yes."
"I got it. Let's find a company to work with and see if there are any conferences for the General Surgery Department or the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery. We can always sponsor them, right? Think about it, who in Changxi Province is doing this? "Gao Meng had already moved from making a decision to implementing it.
Old Tang's eyebrows twitched when he heard that. "That's true. They just want a central position, and it doesn't necessarily have to be a central position. The remaining positions are also worth some money …"
"We should save as much as we can. In the end, it's not necessarily a loss. Let me make a report to the boss … Old Tang, do you mind? "
Old Tang was stunned for a moment. He nodded and walked out of the car.
Gao Meng locked the door and started to make a phone call.
Old Tang walked a few rounds outside the car and felt bored. He started to wander around the open-air parking lot in front of Yun Hua Hospital.
"It's the Volkswagen Jetta in front, right?"
"Yes, yes."
"If you look at it carefully, it's quite cute."
Old Tang looked at the three cute little beauties and the old Volkswagen Jetta in front of them. He suddenly felt that the world was quite beautiful. The world did not revolve around people like Huo Congjun or Ling Ran. There were always some beautiful people who did not care about money and power.
If a small Volkswagen Jetta that cost tens of thousands of RMB could make them feel "cute", Old Tang felt that he was at least worth three times as cute.
"Hello …" Old Tang could not help but go forward to greet them.
"Wow, Doctor Ling is here. Quick, put the letters on the windshield." The three little beauties put three colorful letters on the windshield of the car. Then, they ran away like little rabbits.
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