Rebirth 90: I opened a hospital in Shencheng

Chapter 30 Impresses University Teachers!

Nie Chen knew that whether it was reports from The Lancet or the Shencheng Special Zone Daily, it would greatly increase his reputation.

But he wanted to use the Aihua clinic to pay off his parents' old debts.

He even wanted to use the Aihua Clinic to make a comeback.

The core point lies in every letter he sends to patients every day.

Before being reborn, Nie Chen experienced a trough and climbed up again, and finally became a senior chief physician.

understand one thing deeply,
That is to turn information errors into money.

Then the most core method is to deliver accurate information to the demand side.

If he doesn't continue to send letters, but wants to rely on the reputation he has slowly accumulated, the patients will come to him on his own initiative.

Or if you want to rely on word of mouth from three patients, such as Zhong Lanlan, Zhou Caifeng, and Lin Qingya, to achieve information dissemination, it is far from enough.

Under dim tungsten light.

Nie Chen shook his drowsy head after drinking three cups of high-quality Moutai, and extracted the information of a patient from the extremely clear memory of rebirth.

【Huang Yumei】

【Age: 17 years old】

【Address: Zhujiang Film Production Factory Dormitory No. [-] Hospital】

[Condition: The corner of the mouth was torn at the age of 15, and the suture scar was hardened and the outer drum was caused by the rejection of the suture]

This patient left a deep impression on Nie Chen as well.

She lived with her grandparents in the Pearl River Film Factory dormitory in Huacheng. Her father and mother have divorced. Her mother smuggled to Hong Kong Island when she was young, and her father went to Shencheng to fight for ten years when her mother smuggled. for many years.

Over the past few years, Huang Yumei's father has worked hard to become the big boss of earthwork transportation in Shencheng.

However, in the past three years, Huang Yumei and her father no longer believed in the regular hospital that left a deep bulging scar on the corner of her mouth.

In the past two or three years, whenever Huang Yumei's father found a famous doctor from the folk, no matter how much it cost, the boss Huang who loved his daughter would go to the dormitory of Zhujiang Film Factory in Huacheng to pick up his daughter and go to the doctor to receive folk prescription treatment.

In the end, Nie Chen saw irreversible damage to her face from the corner of her mouth to the bottom of her right cheek around ninety-one years before her rebirth, and Huang Yumei, who couldn't even eat porridge.

He vowed to Huang Yumei and his daughter that the wandering doctor who put on 49 plasters and the scars disappeared automatically has long since disappeared.

After finishing typing the letter while drunk, Nie Chen walked home under the moonlight.

"Professor Lin, look, is our brother Nie Chen published in the newspaper?"

On the afternoon of May 27th, when Nie Chen and Chen Chunmei closed the gate of the Aihua Outpatient Clinic in Shencheng and drove a motorcycle to the department store in Dongmen Old Street to buy Moutai.

An energetic student of Huacheng Medical College walked quickly into the faculty canteen of the medical school holding a volume of the Shencheng Special Economic Zone newspaper, and asked Professor Lin of the medical school's clinical medicine.

"Let me take a look." Professor Lin, who finished a class in the afternoon and played a game of basketball after class, came to the canteen for dinner after taking a shower. He didn't have time to go to the newsroom to read the foreign newspapers that arrived in the afternoon.

Professor Lin unfolded the newspaper, and saw that the eye-catching color photo on the headline of the Shencheng Special Zone newspaper was none other than his clinical medical student Nie Chen.

"Nie Chen's paper "Smoking Causes Postoperative Vascular Crisis in Rats" will be published in The Lancet soon?"

Professor Lin wore presbyopic glasses, and after reading the entire interview report, the more he read it, the more shocked he was, "Why didn't I find such a talented student when Nie Chen was studying? I knew that Nie Chen had such good knowledge and insights. He shouldn't be let out, he should be kept in school!"

Judging from the content of the interview, Professor Lin, as a medical expert, can certainly argue that Nie Chen, who was able to discuss the issue of vascular crisis in depth with Cai Yuanhang, the director of the Shencheng Institute of Basic Diseases, has insightful insights, and he is as good as him. clinical skills and technology.

"I remember Nie Chen's graduation clinical surgery... among the 42 students, he belongs to A, and can be ranked in the top ten, but he is not considered an outstanding student."

Professor Lin was amazed, "I didn't expect that he had already carried out such an experimental comparison operation in Shencheng's parents' clinic. It seems that Nie Chen's parents gave him great medical help."

Nie Chen's parents are doctors in Shencheng Chronic Disease Hospital, and opened an outpatient clinic. Professor Lin knew about it.

"However, for the experimental comparison of vascular crisis proposed in the paper, Li Dayong from the Microvascular Research Institute should go to Shencheng to meet Nie Chen for a while. If such a good seedling is allowed to drift with the crowd in Shencheng, a materialistic city, That would be such a pity."

Huacheng Yangcheng Evening News newspaper.

"Hello, Professor Lin, I'm Du Yuewen, a provincial hotspot reporter from the Yangcheng Evening News."

Du Yuewen, a popular reporter in the province, dialed the phone number of Professor Lin, the vice president of Huacheng Medical College: "Professor Lin's Aihua outpatient doctor Nie Chen, who was published on the front page of the Shencheng Special Zone newspaper today, is your student?"

"It's my student, but Dr. Nie Chen's professional core of the paper he will publish in The Lancet is not my major. Why don't you call Li Dayong, deputy director of Huacheng Microvascular Research Institute."

"Professor Lin, how did Dr. Nie Chen behave when he was studying at Huacheng Medical College?"

"He is a good student. I am busy giving lectures now. You can just call the deputy director Li Dayong."

After finishing speaking, Professor Lin hung up Du Yuewen's call.

"Go to Shencheng to interview Dr. Nie Chen? That's no problem!"

Li Dayong from the Huacheng Microvascular Research Institute answered the call from Du Yuewen of the Yangcheng Evening News, "Professor Lin told me about the core content of Dr. Nie Chen's thesis, but I'm a bit busy these days, and it's impossible to go to Shencheng tomorrow. Reporter Du, if you can wait, just wait for me for a day, what do you think?"

Unlike Professor Lin, Li Dayong, deputy director of the Institute of Microvascular Research, was full of enthusiasm and readily agreed to the invitation of Du Yuewen, a reporter from the Yangcheng Evening News.

the next morning.

Chen Chunmei went to Nie Chen's house to clean up at seven o'clock, and watered the spider plants, tiger piranhas, clivia, gardenias, and Brazilian iron trees on the balcony.

At seven o'clock in the morning, the sun was already hanging on the highest peak of Wutong Mountain.

In the dazzling early summer sun, Chen Chunmei's two long braids were tied behind her head in a bun.

He was wearing a long-sleeved white tunic shirt on his upper body. The two buttons on the collar of the shirt were not buttoned, and it was bulging.

Flared washed light blue jeans, the waist of the trousers is just right to restrain the slender and powerful waist, and a pair of brown rubber sandals are on the feet.

"If I don't come to help you clean up, water the flowers, and feed this giant turtle, will you just ignore them by yourself?"

Chen Chunmei rattled and rattled the flowerpot of the Clivia, moved the Clivia to a cool place not exposed to direct sunlight, and then cleaned up the messy tortoise's dwelling.

"My mother also has a macaw."

"Where's the parrot?"

"Release."

"Ah! What a crime." Chen Chunmei became angry, her pretty face was filled with blood, and she stared fiercely at Nie Chen, who was squatting by the balcony and brushing her teeth, "Prodigal, prodigal! How much do macaws sell for?"

"It's not a matter of money or not. I have long had feelings for that parrot, Little King Kong. It's okay to release it, but it's not okay to sell it!"

"The domesticated pets are released, and they will be hunted again by people. Haven't you played with shotguns?"

"This……"

"Lazy is lazy, and you still have to find excuses to release animals. You are not responsible for your attitude towards pets at all!"

"Hey, hey, it's not me who released the life, but my second uncle who entrusted the key to my house after the accident. Come to my house and release the little King Kong!"

After washing up, Nie Chen sweetly ate the preserved egg and lean meat porridge brought by Chen Chunmei, and forgot about the bickering just now abroad.

"Hi, my name is Zhang Jingying."

Nine twenty in the morning.

A young woman holding a letter and yesterday's Shencheng District newspaper pushed open the glass door of Aihua Clinic.

(End of this chapter)