Chapter 32: Will the hospital compensate me with a wife?
After a while, the woman came downstairs with a pair of gold bracelets, four gold rings, a gold necklace, and a small gold bull pendant.
She put the things on the counter and said, "These things should be enough to cover your wages."
The three men were not polite. There was a scale in the clinic. They weighed the medicine on the spot, divided it equally, and then left.
Zhang Han was still standing there. The woman had a puzzled look on her face. She said rather embarrassedly, "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you... but... why... don't you leave..."
"I'm here to find a job." Zhang Han said.
"You saw it just now. I'm afraid... I can't pay the wages for the time being..." The woman was very honest, and her face was full of embarrassment.
Zhang Han smiled confidently and said, "I don't want the base salary for the probation period. How about we split the money earned by the clinic in half after deducting the cost?"
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The woman was obviously shocked. She couldn't believe that Zhang Han could say such a thing.
Zhang Han looks young, so what kind of confidence does he have to be able to say such words?
In fact, with the current situation of the clinic, it doesn't make any difference whether to hire someone or not. She can handle it almost by herself. But such a large clinic can't be supported by a woman alone. If so, no one will come in.
So the woman said, "Since you said that, you must have some experience. Where did you work before?"
Zhang Han pointed in the direction of the hospital and said, "Tianqiao Surgical Hospital. I'm a rehabilitation therapist there. I have some experience in orthopedics and neurosurgery."
"Well..." The woman nodded, "I happen to need someone to do rehabilitation here. According to what you said, there will be no basic salary during the probation period, and the net profit will be divided equally between us."
She really couldn't offer Zhang Han a basic salary , so this was the only option.
Zhang Han also had his own plans. This place was clearly a traditional Chinese medicine clinic. As far as he could remember, this clinic had existed since he was working at Tianqiao Surgical Hospital. This showed that the woman's father must have some skills.
Chinese medicine definitely requires pulse diagnosis, but I don't know how to do it. Fortunately, I have two comprehension cards, so I can learn and apply them immediately. A medical clinic cannot be without books on this subject.
Zhang Han probed, "I have worked at Tianqiao Hospital for four years. When I first came here, I saw your clinic. I guess you have been practicing medicine for many years."
"We used to practice medicine in the town, and later came to Zhencheng, where we have been ten years now," the woman replied.
"Since this is a Chinese medicine clinic, it must involve pulse diagnosis." Zhang Han said, glancing around and seeing the price list hanging on the wall, it was really cheap.
"I learned pulse diagnosis from my father, but my level is average. I can only rely on self-study in the future." As she spoke, the woman noticed where Zhang Han was looking and added, "The price was set by my father. Compared with the hospital, it is indeed a bit low. But my father said that the house is his own, and the rent saved can benefit the patients. We can just make a little less. Practicing medicine is to help the world. If you only care about money, it goes against the original intention of the doctor."
Zhang Han nodded heavily. In his opinion, this is how medicine should be practiced. Patients are already suffering when they are sick. If the hospital only cares about money, it will only make things worse.
Nowadays, the thing that ordinary people fear most is getting sick. If they have a headache or fever, they will go to the pharmacy to buy some medicine. Only when they can't bear it anymore will they go to the hospital. If it is a serious illness, it is very likely that the best time for treatment has been missed.
"Uncle is really a model doctor. He must have benefited many people. It is my honor to be able to practice medicine here. If there is a chance in the future, can you teach me some Chinese medicine techniques..." Zhang Han said sincerely.
"This..." The woman looked embarrassed, and then explained: "Our family's medical skills... are inherited from our ancestors... My father doesn't allow it to be passed on to others..."
"I'm sorry, I was rude..." The other party did not give him a perfunctory answer, but told him the truth, which made Zhang Han think that the woman was as real as himself.
After that, the two chatted casually and got familiar with the environment in the clinic. Zhang Han also learned that the woman's name was Tang Xuan.
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Tianqiao Surgical Hospital.
As soon as he got to work in the morning, Liu Yang ran to Wang Fenglin's specialist clinic in a miserable state.
"Director... please think of a way to save me... I can't do this job anymore..."
"What's wrong? As if you can't afford to live?" Wang Fenglin asked with a frown.
"Last night, old man Sui's son wanted to see Zhang Han for treatment. I told him that he had resigned. He asked for Zhang Han's phone number and your phone number. How could I give them to him? But then he came back and said that old man Sui had trigeminal neuralgia and asked me to give him a massage and some medicine... Normally, the pain would be relieved after a while, but these two kept me awake all night... My hands are no longer usable... Director, if they keep coming for another night, I guess you won't see me again..." Liu Yang almost cried when he said this.
"He's going too far. You don't need to serve me when I'm on duty tonight!" said Wang Fenglin.
"I don't want to serve him, but his son is very angry. If I don't do anything, he will scold me all night." Liu Yang said aggrievedly: "Director, how about this, I will take two days of sick leave, and you can let someone else take care of him for two nights."
"What do you mean? Are you sick? Just take sick leave?" Wang Fenglin said unhappily.
Liu Yang raised his hands, both of which were shaking a little. "My hands are not working well now. I can't even hold a pen... I really can't come tonight... If you don't give it to me, I can only ask for leave..."
"You... okay, okay... I get it..." Wang Fenglin also realized that Liu Yang was determined not to come to work tonight.
After sending Liu Yang away, Wang Fenglin immediately called his apprentice Ren Shaohua to help him get through the night. However, Ren Shaohua immediately declined, "Master, I can't... I have something important tonight... I have to go to my girlfriend's house to meet her parents..."
"It has to be today. Why not tomorrow?" Wang Fenglin said.
Ren Shaohua immediately shook his head like a rattle, "I really can't do that. This was already decided. If I change my mind, I don't know what my girlfriend will think. What if... it fails... will the hospital compensate me with a wife?"
"Okay, okay, okay...just go do your thing..."
Wang Fenglin sent the person away and called someone else to come in.
There are only a few people in the neurosurgery department. No matter who they are, when they hear about the night shift, their reaction is the same as Ren Shaohua's. They all keep shaking their heads. And coincidentally, they all have something to do tonight, with various reasons.
Wang Fenglin was so angry that he pulled his hair. His already bald chin seemed to be getting even balder.
At this time, a middle-aged man walked in from outside the door. Wang Fenglin naturally recognized him. He was the son of the patient, Old Suitou.
"What's the matter?" Wang Fenglin greeted.
"Director Wang, where is Doctor Zhang?" the middle-aged man asked bluntly.
"He resigned. " Wang Fenglin replied.
"Why would he resign for no reason? He agreed to treat my dad while he was on duty last night." The middle-aged man said unhappily.
"Why...I don't know either..." said Wang Fenglin.
"It's really interesting. My dad's fellow patients all said that they presented a banner to Dr. Zhang together yesterday. There is no reason for him to resign on the same day. Why shouldn't I believe it?" the middle-aged man shouted.
