Make money!

These two words are more sensitive.

Everyone wants to make money, but they are embarrassed to say these two words.

A gentleman loves money and takes it in a good way.

However, in the current environment, most doctors have relied on gray income in the past few years. In the past two years, doctors of the same level are absolutely unable to compare with doctors in other countries in terms of income.

Xia Hua looked at the patient's family. The anesthesiologist knew what Xia Hua meant. He smiled and stopped talking, but quickly sent the patient to iu.

After relocating the patient, Xia Hua told Boss Zheng’s instructions to the doctor of iu, and then left with the anesthesiologist.

"Brother Huang, how do you think Boss Zheng makes money?"

"You guess." The anesthesiologist asked mysteriously.

"Even if the salary plus bonus is high, the imperial capital is 20,000 or 30,000 yuan a month. Medicines... are basically dead now. Consumables... There is no such thing as a result of the two-ticket system and zero bonus next year. Flying knives, now surgeons basically rely on Flying knives." Xia Hua said.

"The eyelids are so shallow." The anesthesiologist said proudly, "Boss Zheng makes money and teaches!"

"lecture?"

"The new tips surgery program has opened two class classes." The anesthesiologist said, "I heard from one of my classmates. He works in Hebei Middle School. Their interventional department director has just gone to study."

How much money can there be? Xia Hua doesn't understand the meaning of anesthesiologist.

The anesthesiologist saw Xia Hua's confused look and felt proud. What he wanted was this effect.

When I first learned the news, I should have been more surprised than Xia Hua.

"Let me tell you this. My classmate is in a very famous Grade A hospital in Jizhong, with more beds than us." The anesthesiologist said, "The director of the interventional department was called by Director Zhou of the Imperial Capital."

Xia Hua could imagine.

The other side is just a few hours away from the imperial capital and take the express train. People from the imperial capital don’t need to take the plane, they arrive directly on the high-speed train.

However, the imperial capital is a top-notch hospital, and Xia Hua yearns for it.

The director dared not think that it would be very powerful if he could get the call from the chief director of the hospital at the level of Emperor Capital.

"He didn't want to go at first, and he had too much work at home and couldn't get busy. But later Director Zhou got angry! He called and scolded him."

"Brother Huang, this is too exaggerated." Xia Hua looked at the anesthesiologist's cheerful gossip and interrupted him helplessly, "Did you guess this part of being scolded?"

"Look, it's really right to say that you have shallow eyes." The anesthesiologist smiled and said, "This was what the director of the intervention department said at the dinner table after he returned."

“…”

"I'm very proud, my saliva flew several meters." said the anesthesiologist.

“…”

"He said, I went there on the first day and didn't know what happened. Director Zhou called them all at 6 o'clock in the morning. What do you think you're practicing?"

"What?" Xia Hua was stunned, and he was still practicing?

"Practice to welcome Boss Zheng!"

“…”

Xia Hua is really about to cry this time.

Boss Zheng comes whenever he comes, why do you still need to practice?

"At the beginning, the director was not happy. But Director Zhou, who is the vicious capital, said that when he went to visit Boss Zheng, he had to wait in the corridor. Who would the only person with a seat? "

The imperial capital has to stand in the corridor like a young doctor waiting for Boss Zheng? This is too big aura.

Xia Hua thought about the scene at that time and yearned for it, and he would just do nothing.

"At that time, Boss Zheng brought out a chair and sat for the lame consumables manager just now."

Xia Hua felt that he must have been tired and had auditory hallucinations.

The vicious director of the imperial capital was standing on the side. How dare that little consumables dealer sit? Boss Zheng is not using bean bags as dry food.

He swallowed hard and whispered, "This is a bit too much."

"They are at the same level. Later, it is said that Director Zhou Chunyong said when he saw him off to the directors in various places. He patted his chest and said that he was convinced."

"ah?"

He didn't even have a fucking chair, and he was convinced? Could it be that the lame consumables manager is also a master?

"Director Zhou said that after asking, he found out that his legs were during earthquake relief and disaster relief... you didn't go, right?"

"No."

"Boss Zheng entered the epicenter in the first batch. Later, the road was not opened yet. He carried the wounded out with aftershocks and started rescue directly at the nearest Pengxi Township Hospital."

Xia Hua was silent.

"There are so many wounded people. Do you think of how many consumables a township hospital can have? Boss Zheng called and the little manager Feng opened their company's warehouse and pulled all the consumables and went straight over."

"I was shot through my thigh by the steel bars halfway through, and I drove to Pengxi Township Hospital, and I was in shock."

Xia Hua had no experience and could not imagine it. But just listening, tears were filled with tears.

"Director Zhou said that as long as Manager Xiao Feng does not do anything harmful to the world, the consumables for the imperial capital, at least from their wards, will use Manager Feng's."

The anesthesiologist smiled and said, "Just just talk nonsense, but haven't talked about the lecture yet. Among these students, the domestic directors were forced into it by Director Zhou, and it was based on his relationship with Boss Zheng."

“…”

This is too ridiculous, but Xia Hua didn't say anything. There were too many incredible things that he could no longer accept.

"At that time, the most were foreign professors, with a fee of $300,000 per person. It is said that the second batch had increased to $500,000, and there was no place yet. When they heard this price, the directors thought it was appropriate to welcome Boss Zheng. Bow, 300,000 or $300,000, or $5, would you rather not?"

Xia Hua continued to burst into tears.

"Telling two classes and watching a few surgeries, Boss Zheng earned 100 million yuan less! It was Professor Gao's favor for the surgery for your old man. Who would like to ask you for these three melons and two dates?" The anesthesiologist said at the end and then pointed out the question.

Is this really the case?

Xia Hua wouldn't believe it if it took a few hours... or even two of them.

But now, Xia Hua has no doubts at all.

The surgery is indeed awesome!

The interventional surgery of laparoscopic surgery directly brought back a critically ill patient who needed a second stage of surgery.

I didn't expect this kind of surgery, let alone the first diagnosis was wrong.

Xia Hua was silent.

"Xiao Xia, your old man is lucky. I guess he can live another year." The anesthesiologist said, "By the way, don't forget to call the anesthesiology department, and you said you need an emergency consultation, because you are afraid that you will not breathe on the stage and need an emergency intubation."

"Oh, oh, I'll go to the operating room and get a shot."

Although this is a bit unlucky, they are all doctors and have long been used to it.

No matter how many good things you say, it is not as good as the operation. The anesthesiologist just wants to see the operation and get involved in Boss Zheng's fairy spirit.
Chapter completed!