Rebirth 90: I opened a hospital in Shencheng

Chapter 82 Psychological barrier!
Bang, bang, bang!
The row of bungalows next to the Aihua Market has already reinforced the structure of the house with I-beams. Now the workers are in the bungalows, using a sledgehammer to knock a passage through the five bungalows, which can become a corridor.

Nie Chen had already rented out one-third of the bungalows on Sunday afternoon, that is, rented a total of five bungalows.

"Doctor Nie, all the I-beams to reinforce the frame have been reinforced this morning. We can now open up the corridor tonight. The wires, pipes and water pipes you arranged. Our workers work in three shifts. We will open the corridor at noon tomorrow." can finish."

Wearing a safety helmet made of bamboo and rattan, Huang Yumei's father, Lao Huang, reported the progress of the ward's renovation to Nie Chen in front of the bungalow with his correct voice. Then we can let the carpenter come in to make hanging boards. The time for back porcelain and installation of light sockets is the day after tomorrow, which is Wednesday night, and the slowest is Thursday noon.”

Nie Chen rented the bungalow on the first row on Thursday afternoon.

Then he entrusted Qiao Jianhua, the know-it-all who had not resigned from the Binhe Auto Repair Factory, to find himself a contractor capable of remodeling the ward according to his drawings.

Originally, Qiao Jianhua, who owed him a lot of favors, was very happy when he asked him to do something again.

On Sunday afternoon, Qiao Jianhua brought Huang Yumei's father, Lao Huang.

Nie Chen, who was originally picky about decoration, especially the renovation of wards, saw that Qiao Jianhua had brought Lao Huang. After seeing the scene and hearing Lao Huang's renovation ideas and the price of the contracted work and materials, he directly He gave Lao Huang his drawings for ward renovation, contracted the project for Lao Huang, and supervised the entire construction process.

"Then please leave me to Huang." Nie Chen happily looked at the I-beam pillars and I-beams erected by Lao Huang himself in the dusty bungalow.

This structural renovation of the originally flimsy brick-and-tiled bungalows was the request for structural renovation proposed by Lao Huang after inspecting this row of bungalows yesterday afternoon.

And in Lao Huang's words, it's just an extra day's wages and some extra money for I-beam materials, but it can guarantee that when the typhoon season comes, the renovated one-story ward will not be knocked down by a gust of typhoon up.

"I laid two seven-meter-long electric poles at the four corners as bottom piles, and the extended I-beams are fixed on these four points."

Lao Huang, who is in his 40s, is full of vigor and vitality that is different from his age.

When he met Nie Chen yesterday, he specially showed Nie Chen the civil engineering certificates he had obtained while working and studying in Shenzhen over the years.

Not to mention, there are not many big bosses who become contractors in this era and are willing to take various civil engineering construction supervision certificates and various interior design certificates.

And Lao Huang is one of these few ruthless people.

"After Yumei's report comes out, you can come to the clinic tomorrow afternoon, the afternoon of the day after tomorrow, or Thursday afternoon. Let me check the whole body report first, and then make a detailed operation plan."

Before leaving, Nie Chen said something to Lao Huang.

After Lao Huang came to contract the reconstruction project of this ward yesterday, he never mentioned anything about his daughter Huang Yumei.

Before Nie Chen left, he took the initiative to mention his daughter's upcoming surgery to Lao Huang, expressing his satisfaction indirectly to Lao Huang, "Our outpatient clinic has been linked with the People's Hospital and the Provincial Medical Research Institute, and the time for my operation will be shortened in the future. Some, if we can determine the surgical case earlier, we can perform the operation earlier.”

Nie Chen really seldom mentioned anything about himself or the clinic to any patients or their family members.

And this time I took the initiative to mention to Lao Huang, the family member of the patient, that first, in Lao Huang, I saw the self before rebirth, the self who was dissatisfied and held back his strength, and wanted to live a different life.

The second is that Lao Huang's nervous and responsible attitude towards his daughter also resonated with him.

At least in 1990, the vast majority of the rich generation who have just become rich and are afraid of being poor basically spend their hard-earned wealth on luxury and material life, and are willing to look back and take care of themselves Family members, in fact, not many.

"Tomorrow morning, we don't need special care in the ward...Brother Chen, I want to go out with you."

At 09:30 in the evening, Aihua Clinic.

Chen Chunmei, who had already prepared the receipts and expenditures of the five surgical medicines and surgical instruments of Zhong Lanlan, Zhou Caifeng, Lin Qingya, Zhang Jingying, and Lin Xueyang, sat on the short sofa and closed her eyes to rest when Nie Chen returned to Aihua Clinic.

She specially closed the blinds on the glass door, and turned off the shining chandelier in the reception area, then got into Nie Chen's arms, lay on his chest, and coquettishly asked to go to the doctor with Nie Chen tomorrow, "I like morning 05 :30's deep city."

Nie Chen was amused by Chen Chunmei's nonsensical reason, and put his arms around her soft waist: "Tomorrow morning is fine, let's get some sleep now."

"Hi, I'm not sleepy yet, I can stay up for another three days and three nights if I'm energetic now."

The stiff-mouthed Chen Chunmei lay on Nie Chen's chest within a few words, curled up with hands and feet like a kitten and fell asleep, breathing evenly and snoring softly.

Nie Chen gently picked her up, let her lie on her side on the couch, and covered her with a sheet specially prepared for her.

Then he faxed the practical clinical paper on Lin Xueyang's surgery that was printed out in the printer warehouse tonight to Li Dayong's office at the Provincial Medical Research Institute.

Inside the microphone, the fax machine beeped three times, and Li Dayong, who hadn't gotten off work at this time, picked up the microphone: "This is the office of Huacheng Microvascular Research Institute, and I'm Li Dayong."

"Director Li, I'm Nie Chen, and I'm faxing a paper on the clinical application of vascular tumor surgery to you. This paper is based on the image I gave you last time to judge vascular malformation, high flow rate and low flow rate. A clinically useful addition to review papers.”

"Clinical practical paper on resection of vascular tumors? That's great! Dr. Nie, our project on vascular malformation and vascular tumors has been approved today, and the establishment of this project will be confirmed tomorrow! Funding will also be announced in the near future. Finish dialing within... Hahaha, don't say much now, Dr. Nie, please fax it over, and see you on Wednesday."

"Okay, Professor Li, see you on Wednesday."

Nie Chen passed the A4 papers in his hand through the reel of the fax machine one by one, and passed the clinical practical paper on vascular tumor surgery that he wrote today to Li Dayong.

The relationship has been clearly attached to the Provincial Medical Research Institute, and Nie Chen wants to take this opportunity to quickly expand the medical staff team of Aihua Clinic.

Nie Chen's vision for the future training of Aihua outpatient medical personnel is to follow the standard practice of training medical students in China after [-].

This system is also commonly known as the regulatory training system.

This is also an essential step for Aihua Clinic to evolve into a large hospital.

If he just wanted to plunder the wool of this era and make money without conscience, then Nie Chenda could follow the expansion and marketing methods of later Putian private hospitals and give up on training doctors and nurses.

Even giving up the pursuit of technology, thus becoming a financial blood-sucking tool with no bottom line, the medical insurance system and the wool of the people at the bottom.

Nie Chen had also imagined such a path.

Even when Nie Chen was forced by his second uncle Nie Jisheng to pay off the debts owed by his parents, the first road that came to his mind was the private hospital road of the Putian department.

However, as a technician, especially Nie Chen, who used technology in his previous life to walk out of the sky, he would not be able to pass his own level if he gave up the technical road and turned to earn money without a bottom line.

Although Nie Chen, who has lived his whole life, clearly knows that as long as it is legal, no matter what way the money is earned, it is money, and there is no such thing as dirty or not.

But there is still no way to get over my own psychological threshold.

Even in a certain period of time, I feel that I should just make money in this way, so that the money comes in quickly!
After Nie Chen finished his psychological preparation, he just fell asleep and woke up the next day, still denying his idea of ​​making such money.

The flashlight in his hand shines on the paper reel on the fax machine, after the last A[-] paper has been transmitted.

Nie Chen turned around and let out a soft snoring sound. Chen Chunmei, who fell into a sweet dream in seconds, covered the sheet that she kicked away.

Then I sat on the short sofa, put on a pair of toad sunglasses for myself, retracted into the soft sofa back, covered myself with a blanket, turned off the flashlight, and then fell into a deep sleep.

(End of this chapter)