Zheng Ren was in the late stages of face blindness and had gotten used to pretending to know anyone who greeted him.
The man extended his hand and Zheng Ren forced himself to shake it.
He was exhausted from the meal and socializing, much more so than the surgery.
"Hello, Boss Zheng. I'm Li Xiaochen, the executive deputy director of Straits Private Hospital. I'm in charge of recruiting talents." The man was friendly but friendly.
Straits Private Hospital? What the hell was that?
Zheng Ren was stunned.
"First of all, I wish you a successful surgery today," Li Xiaochen said with a smile, closing the distance between them.
"Oh, you're welcome," Zheng Ren replied.
"This is my name card. Our hospital is an American-funded hospital with the best equipment and facilities. In the interventional surgery room, we use the latest Siemens double-arm L3476, one of the most advanced machines in the world. Boss Zheng, are you interested in learning more about it? "Li Xiaochen maintained his warm smile.
He was in charge of poaching people from Straits Hospital and had interacted with countless doctors, so he knew what they liked to talk about.
First, salary. Doctors with big hands had annual salaries of more than a million yuan. The other chief physicians and associate chief physicians had annual salaries ranging from 300,000 to 500,000 yuan. Together with housing, spouse, and employment, the salary was generous.
Secondly, doctors loved to talk about hardware. Technical ability was a part of the software, and the right hardware would make a doctor even more powerful.
Who did not want to improve their skills to the next level?
These two cards worked in every endeavor. Li Xiaochen had his eye on almost any doctor he could not recruit.
Straits Hospital was an American-funded hospital that did not use the mainland's medical insurance. All patients had to pay for themselves.
They did not take in poor patients. Instead, they catered to wealthy patients, taking the high-end route.
Without medical insurance, patients did not lack money, and they enjoyed high salaries. Their hardware was top-notch in the world. All of these factors were extremely attractive to doctors.
Of course, as long as the professors in Imperial Capital had not retired, it was difficult to poach them.
Coincidentally, Li Xiaochen had been in Imperial Capital recently, negotiating with a general surgery professor who had been suppressed in a certain hospital to recruit him to Straits Hospital.
The livestream was a hot topic in the interventional radiology circle. However, in the medical circle, only those who were involved in interventional radiology paid attention to it. Most people did not know about it.
Li Xiaochen knew, however, that as a qualified manager, he needed to know as much information as possible. Sometimes, being one step ahead meant a huge reward.
He watched the live broadcast of the surgery and immediately consulted an American expert. The American expert only left a sentence — this is a masterpiece that only the hand of God can complete!
How could Li Xiaochen give up on a doctor with the Hands of God?
Moreover, he was still so young, and youth meant a bright future. Li Xiaochen understood this well.
Therefore, after a brief understanding of Zheng Ren's background, he rushed to the guest house without stopping to wait for the big fish to return.
Zheng Ren accepted Li Xiaochen's business card and put it in his pocket without looking at it. He smiled and said, "Alright, I'll contact you when I have time."
Uh … the subtext of this sentence was too clear, which was — I don't know you, and I don't want to contact you at all.
Li Xiaochen was stunned. Did he not make himself clear?
"Boss Zheng, our hospital …" Before Li Xiaochen could finish his sentence, Zheng Ren had already entered the guest house, waving his hand and saying goodbye from afar.
His voice was a little soft and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Really … really saw a ghost! Li Xiaochen was going crazy.
He had poached many people, including doctors who had been suppressed and ostracized in Imperial Capital and Sorcery Capital.
There were also some old professors who had retired. They had a set of poaching methods, and they were extremely proficient in it. They rarely failed in their attempts to poach people.
However, this time … he must have made himself unclear. Li Xiaochen recalled that it was probably because he had been in too much of a hurry.
He did not give up. Instead, he tidied up his suit, making it look like he was full of vigor and charisma, giving off a steady and dependable aura.
After tidying up his clothes and calming himself down, he followed after Zheng Ren with a calm demeanor.
This was how a professional manager should be: indomitable and indomitable. This was a necessary quality and temperament.
However, Li Xiaochen was baffled that the young doctor had given him the cold shoulder. If not for the description of the Hands of God, Li Xiaochen would have stormed out of the room.
There must be a problem with his communication with the doctor. It had to be.
After registering at the front desk, Li Xiaochen used a little trickery to find out Zheng Ren's room number.
Arriving at the door, Li Xiaochen calmed himself down and adjusted his smile to make himself appear more approachable. Then, he raised his hand and gently knocked on the door.
"Come in," Zheng Ren's voice came from outside.
Li Xiaochen pushed the door open and saw Zheng Ren sitting on a chair, holding a micro-guide wire in his left hand and rubbing it.
This was simply a treasure!
Li Xiaochen's eyes lit up.
It was no wonder that the young doctor did not pay any attention to him. He had put all his energy and attention on his technique. Even though the surgery had just ended, he refused to relax for a moment, still feeling the flexibility of the micro-guide wire.
Just like in wuxia, he was pursuing the realm of being one with the micro-guide wire. Tsk, tsk.
If someone like him did not deserve the Hands of God, then who did?
He would not survive unless he was crazy.
No wonder, no wonder.
"Boss Zheng, sorry to disturb you." Li Xiaochen flashed a gentle smile and spread his hands out, subconsciously giving off a harmless vibe. He took a few steps forward, bowed slightly, and continued, "I think I didn't make myself clear. Please give me three precious minutes to introduce our hospital to you."
"What's your name again?" Zheng Ren had forgotten Li Xiaochen's name again.
"…" Li Xiaochen did not know that Zheng Ren was face-blind. They had met in a hurry and Zheng Ren had forgotten about him as soon as he went upstairs.
Li Xiaochen could feel the veins on his forehead throbbing. Was Zheng Ren humiliating him?
It could not be. It was their first meeting and he had not done anything wrong. Why would Zheng Ren humiliate him?
He must be overthinking.
It had to be …
Li Xiaochen suppressed the volcano in his heart and his smile widened. "Boss Zheng, you're a forgetful person. We met downstairs earlier. I'm Li Xiaochen, the deputy director of Straits Hospital. I'm in charge of recruiting talents. "
"Oh, Director Li. Nice to meet you. Please, have a seat." Zheng Ren was tired but he rose from his chair and gestured for Li Xiaochen to take a seat.
"Boss Zheng, your surgery today was exceptional. In the words of an American friend, you have a pair of hands that have been kissed by God."
He felt that it was an exaggeration to describe it as the hands of God. Li Xiaochen did not want to praise Zheng Ren too much. It was not the way to do business.
"You flatter me," Zheng Ren said calmly, uninterested in the God or the kiss.
"Not at all." Li Xiaochen sat down. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a business card in the trash can under the desk. It was the one he had just handed to Zheng Ren …
The corner of his eye twitched uncontrollably, but he quickly controlled his emotions.
"From what I know, you're from Sea City and the chief resident of the emergency department of Sea City General Hospital." Li Xiaochen smiled. "Don't worry, it's a headhunting company that investigated this. I mean you no harm."
"Yes, that's right." Zheng Ren coiled the guide wire, his face expressionless except for a slight smile.
"Your monthly income should be around four thousand yuan. With all due respect, there's a serious gap between your standard and your income. Four thousand yuan doesn't reflect your value at all. "Li Xiaochen decided to go straight to the point and disarm Zheng Ren with a silver bullet.
"Oh, it's alright." Zheng Ren's reply was simple, almost boring.
"If you're willing to become the chief of the interventional surgery department at Straits Hospital, I can offer you an annual salary of 1.5 million yuan. That's the only fair salary. "Li Xiaochen smiled at Zheng Ren.
The young doctor would probably kneel in front of the money in the next second.
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