Sleepless Doctor

According to Zhao Jingcai's understanding, this is a newly established hospital, still in the suburbs, and its geographical location is not as good as that of the urban-rural fringe.

　　 The Fifth Hospital of the University of Medical Sciences has just been established. Zhao Jingcai sighed deeply, and has been thinking about how to open the situation.

　　 Looking up and down on the phone, the screen almost slid out, but Zhao Jingcai still had no choice. He knows the company's difficulties. As a "domestic" consumables company, it is really difficult to go from the initial establishment to the present!

　　The technology is not as good as humans, and it is much worse than humans in terms of the most fundamental materials. Therefore, the selling point of domestic consumables has always been "cheap" and practical, rather than being easy to use.

　　 In this case, most companies are on the safe side. There are a few main imitation consumables, and some sales and profits are enough to get listed on the market. But Tang Shaofeng, the owner of China MicroPort, doesn't think so. He is an idealist.

　　 He insisted on taking 10-20% of net profits every year to conduct independent scientific innovation research, even when the company was on the verge of bankruptcy a few years ago.

　　 These are the corporate cultures that Zhao Jing only accepted when he first entered the company.

　　 At first glance, Tang Shaofeng’s approach is quite exciting. Perhaps every Chinese person has the same dream in his heart. But when he really embarked on this road, Zhao Jing gradually understood the difficulties.

　　 Just now Director Hui Honghui’s cold face, Zhao Jingcai has long been used to it. The directors of the interventional cardiology departments of all hospitals in the provincial capital of Montenegro, and even doctors across the country have the same idea.

　　 When I heard about the consumables independently developed by domestic companies, no one wanted to believe it, let alone trying such difficult things as surgery.

　　 Zhao Jingcai believes that the company's research progress has surpassed that of Ranke, one of the world's top 500 companies, but the directors don't believe it, so what can be done?

　　 It's useless to think too much. Let's run from a hospital or a hospital. Zhao Jing gritted his teeth and wants to continue trying.

　　Huawei did the same back then, and now it wants the United States to tear its skin and use its national power to check and balance. What is this concept! Those who can do this are the world's top companies, such as Alstom, such as Toshiba.

　　 Why Huaxia MicroPort can't do it! Zhao Jingcai took a vicious puff of cigarette, then squeezed out the cigarette butt, dropped a cart and drove straight to Bajingzi.

　　 Even the taxi driver didn't know where the so-called fifth hospital of the Medical University was, and there was no sign on the map. Zhao Jingcai was sent to the Bajingzi Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine according to the searched location.

　　 When he arrived at the Bajingzi Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, Zhao Jing was dumbfounded. It was obvious that this was an old hospital, not the fifth hospital of the Medical University he had imagined.

　　 A new courtyard area that is not even marked on the map, it is nowhere to go, and Zhao Jing knows the end.

　　 But I went to all the top three hospitals in the provincial capital. This is a sentence to be put into practice. There must be no fools or falsehoods. For the company to reach the level of sanctions by the U.S. imperialism, it takes the efforts of batches of people.

　　 But Zhao Jingcai can't help it right now, he can only ask with a mouth under his nose.

　　 I looked at it, and the Bajingzi Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine is simply too small. The old Soviet-style building is sturdy but solid, but it doesn't feel modern at all.

　　 He thought for a while and came to the emergency department.

　　 There are not many people in the emergency department. It is not like a large tertiary hospital. The emergency department is full of patients and doctors are busy with wind.

　　 Isn't this just a community hospital, Zhao Jingcai judged it in his heart.

　　 The emergency room does not even distinguish between internal medicine and surgery, which proved his judgment from the side. Coming to the clinic room, Zhao Jingcai saw a middle-aged doctor sitting in a chair, shaking his puff fan, reading a book~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I didn't expect that the doctors in this small hospital would be quite willing to learn. Zhao Jingcai knocked on the door with a professional smile on his face.

　　 "Who." Wei Dabao tilted his head and saw that a young man in neat clothes and a foreigner was standing at the door.

　　 "Hello." Zhao Jingcai hurriedly walked over. He paused specially, slowing down his speaking rhythm, and fixed his eyes on Wei Dabao's breastplate.

　　 "Mr. Wei, hello." Zhao Jingcai bowed slightly, very polite, even if he was facing a doctor from a township hospital.

　　 "Hehe." Wei Dabao was also very happy to hear him call himself Teacher Wei.

　　 The buttons of the white clothes were not fastened, and with a grin, he patted his belly, and the fat trembled.

　　 "I'm a salesman of China MicroPort, Zhao Jingcai, you can call me Xiao Zhao." Zhao Jingcai took out a business card very well and handed it to Wei Dabao.

　　 "Minimally Invasive? Huaxia? Are you looking for Section Chief Wu?" Wei Dabao asked after taking a look at his business card.

　　 "Uh..." Zhao Jingcai was startled, who is Section Chief Wu?

　　 But he did not respond slowly, and then said, "Mr. Wei, I want to visit the newly established Fifth Hospital of the Medical University, but I didn't find a place."

　　 "That's it." Wei Dabao's doubts resolved, and his smile became more sincere.

　　 Some time ago, that incident caused the Bajingzi Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine to become a soldier, and everyone's vigilance was increased countless times. Xu Jia's spirit is a little abnormal, and he talks about it every day, for fear that this child is frightened.

　　 Hearing Zhao Jing's explanation, Wei Dabao said with a smile, "You go out and find a donkey..."

　　 "Fart donkey?" Zhao Jingcai asked suspiciously.

"Oh, you're a foreigner." Wei Dabao smiled, "It's an electric four-wheeled motorcycle. Just find one, just go to the new district of the township hospital, and they will take you there. If it costs you 10 yuan Money, just ignore them and find the next one. Go for the 5 yuan thing and don't be fooled."

　　 Wei Dabao gave a very detailed account~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Zhao Jingcai nodded repeatedly.

　　 "But if you go, it's nothing, now the new courtyard is under martial law." Wei Dabao said afterwards.

　　 "Huh?" Zhao Jing was startled for a moment, how things like martial law didn't match the hospital.

"It's not martial law. Anyway, the inpatient department can't get in. I took a break this morning and went there. I wanted to find Chief Wu, but I didn't go in." Wei Dabao said, "Don't go in the evening, the group Foreigners look fierce."

"Uh……"

　　 The more Wei Dabao said, the more curious Zhao Jingcai was. Will a newly established hospital be under martial law? Could it be that under the brand of the Fifth Hospital of the Medical University, what kind of research institute is actually cooperating with foreign countries?

　　If Zhao Jingcai spent a few more years in the society, he would certainly not be curious about this [TOP 　fo]. But after all, he was still young and full of infinite curiosity. Zhao Jingcai and Wei Dabao bid farewell, beat a donkey, and went straight to the new courtyard.

　　 "Brother Bao, Chief Wu really asked you to go there?" the little nurse asked.

　　 "Oh." Wei Dabao sadly patted the "Diagnostics" in front of him and said, "Section Chief Wu said let me memorize him. Tell me, can people memorize this stuff?"

　　 "Cut, I can hear people say that this book was edited by Section Chief Wu."

　　 "Yes, it was made up." Wei Dabao said.

The compilation he said and the one the little nurse said were completely different. Although Section Chief Wu's two sentences were arranged behind the back, Wei Dabao still had a guilty conscience. He looked around, sighed, and continued to delve into the "Diagnostics." .