Sleepless Doctor

"Brother, the signing is over." Chu Zhixi came back and said to Wu Mian. Before she finished speaking, she saw Professor Barrac standing in the office.

Chu Zhixi smiled and said, "Professor Barak, hello, why are you here?"

"Chu, the diligent Belak once again came to the medical team of BOSSsssss!" Professor Belak clenched his fists with both hands and said in American English. The BOSS's tail is extremely long, as if the empty valley echoes.

"Barack, speak Mandarin in China." Wu Mian said, "It's not in the United States. You would also say that it's not too difficult for a strong man... right."

"What is difficult for a strong man?" Professor Barak asked.

"Put the gun in your mouth, take out the last cents in your wallet, and say thank you." Wu Mian explained.

"Of course not!" Professor Barak said in Mandarin, "I remember, BOSS."

Wu Mian's explanation... All the Huaxia people in the office felt tens of thousands of miles away from them, but Professor Barak understood it.

"Then prepare for surgery." After Wu Mian finished speaking, she found a place to sit down, tapped the arm of the chair lightly with her right hand, her eyes were slightly closed, as if thinking about something.

Both Chu Zhixi and Professor Barak knew that Wu Mian would be like this before facing a very difficult operation. He would not stare at the film, nor would he go to see the medical records, laboratory test sheets, because everything was in his mind.

The preoperative preparations were completed. 36 minutes later, Director Liang came to the office, "Mr. Wu, the patient has been sent for 5 minutes."

"Okay, let's change clothes." Wu Mian nodded and said.

"Teacher Wu, please, please." Director Liang led the way and said as he walked, "Mr. Wu, my new director has already taken office."

"Is it embarrassing?" Wu Mian asked with a smile.

"There must be one thing." Director Liang smiled, "The new director is here, and the old director is young and strong, but he hasn't left. Everyone feels awkward."

"The endoscope, the Swords Association Hospital, needs less? Wait until the fifth hospital is built a year ago? You will bring someone along with you." Wu Mian said, "Two more hard work."

"Ms. Wu? The doctors below me are very curious? After going to the Fifth Hospital, will the income be higher than the Jianxie Hospital?" Director Liang asked.

"No." Wu Mian said? "Similar to now."

Director Liang nodded, did not speak? A little bit disappointed.

"But in the future, the personnel flow between Jianxie Hospital and the Fifth Hospital will be exchanged? Strive to raise the baseline a little bit." Wu Mian said, "And earning wages every month, this is a small amount of money."

"..." Director Liang was silent.

"The technical level is high, especially if you take someone to do gastrointestinal endoscopy? There will be patients who will seal big red envelopes." Wu Mian said with a smile.

"Mr. Wu? Don't let you accept red envelopes."

"Oh, they are all rich people from Xiangjiang, Lijiapo, Europe and the United States." Wu Miandao, "each has its own names, such as charitable donations, scientific research sponsorships, etc., but this is the rule. Don't worry, take it specifically for you. How to balance the interests, you have a specific grasp."

Seeing Director Liang's dull expression, Wu Mian asked, "Bellak."

"BOSS? I'm here, your loyal Barak will always..." Professor Barak looked like a little student? Cleverly as if twenty years younger? Guarding by Wu Mian.

"Shut up. Last time you went to Xiangjiang for radical colon cancer surgery? How much did the dealer give you?" Wu Mian asked.

"Normal surgery fee..."

"I said after the operation, how much did Zhuang Yongzhi give you alone?"

"Two million dollars." Professor Barak said.

"Here." Wu Mian looked at Director Liang and said, "The tax on this money is a big problem, I will think about it later."

Director Liang was taken aback for a moment, and tax was paid when he received the red envelope. Is it still called a red envelope?

"Mr. Wu, this..." Director Liang had a thousand words, but he didn't know how to say it.

"In the future, money will become digitalized. If you want to check your income, you can see it at a glance. The origin of the huge amount of property is unknown. You can't explain it just because of this." Wu Mian smiled, "There are new problems in the new era, and we will enter the fourth industry soon. Revolution, you can’t use your old brains to think about problems."

Director Liang was really speechless this time. Teacher Wu said too far, so far away that he didn't even realize that there was still this problem.

The hospitals with relatively high income are surgeons who can run the knife and doctors of orthopedics and cardiology with gray income. For example, there are fewer flying knives in the provinces. The big hands of the imperial capitals and the magic capitals fly across the country every weekend, carrying suitcases with money in them.

This is money made by selling wrists, but it is reasonable but on the edge.

Whenever a strong wind blows, the car will overturn.

When you go out to fly a knife, the doctor earns money, and the patients and their families don’t have to fly in the capital or the magic capital. They line up in hotels and small inns outside to wait for hospitalization.

Director Liang knew that if he flew over, even if he could be hospitalized within 3 days after going there, he would definitely have to spend a lot of money.

After all, several family members are escorting in other places, and round-trip air tickets are all money. On the whole, the patient and the patient's family members can save more than half of the cost by hiring an expert to perform surgery.

This matter is a win-win situation.

But people are always greedy. After the operation, he was discharged smoothly, and then took out the cost of the external experts. It was unreasonable. The director of the hospital could only refund the money, and even suspended his job if it was serious.

And if one patient benefits, this area is sealed, and other patients in the area are miserable. Director Liang's thoughts flew far in an instant. Teacher Wu also said that electronic money will not be used in the future?

If you become a well-known expert in the world, those rich people will have to transfer money when they come to see a doctor and give red envelopes?

These are things that Director Liang has not been in contact with in his life, and he is a little confused.

"Take your time, don't worry." Wu Mian smiled, "Dr Liang, you should comfort your staff first. Don't think about going to the fifth hospital to make a lot of money. Whether a doctor can make money depends on the level of skill in the end. . Ask a doctor for medicine~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Only when someone asks, can you make money?"

"Yes, yes." Director Liang nodded.

"Ms. Wu, how much money does your doctor make a month." Professor Barack asked.

Wu Mian smiled and said nothing.

Director Liang's doctors in the same department may not make more money a day than Professor Barak alone. Not necessarily, but definitely not.

Where to go to reason.

Several people came all the way to the operating room, changed their clothes, and walked into the operating room. Professor Barak was not used to all kinds of things, because Wu Mian was there, he didn't dare to talk too much, he could only express his dissatisfaction in his heart.

As he walked, Professor Barack’s lips trembled. It was obvious that his irritable heart could not bear a word, and it would erupt at any time like a Huangshi volcano.

In the operating room, the patient is already lying on the operating table with tracheal intubation and ventilator assisted breathing. The numbers displayed on the monitor are very stable.

"Swipe your hands and prepare for surgery." Wu Mian said in a deep voice.