Great Doctor Ling Ran

Father Jin didn't send the car out, all kinds of uneasy in his heart.

This is his professional habit. It's like when working on a project, if you meet a responsible person who gives or doesn't receive anything, what kind of thing is given away, then the project is really liver fibrillation.

As the little sister-in-law of Yun Medical University, Father Jin actually knew that the doctors at the hospital would definitely do their best.

There are not many opportunities to dean the dean. No doctor will mess with this kind of thing.

However, doing your best does not mean you can get the best results.

What Father Jin hopes is to allow a first-class doctor to treat his son, even if it is a bonus, he really sends Q7 out.

This kind of thinking is like he was looking for school for his son, class and teacher.

Whenever possible, he wanted to offer his son the best possible conditions.

At this time, he does not consider cost performance.

He can rest assured only when he finds the best within his ability.

Father Jin drove his Q7 and wandered around Xiagou, thinking: The other doctors of Yunyi are very kind and attentive, but Ling Ran's personality seems quite different.

Passing a parking lot, Father Jin parked the car in, took out the phone, and called.

The initial plan was not successful, it was only a little discouraging.

As a builder who has fought for years in the engineering field, Father Jin does not believe that there are still gifts in the world that cannot be sent.

...

The next day.

At 6 o'clock in the morning, Father Jin rushed to the Xiagou Clinic.

To be honest, he hasn't got up so early for some time, so that he looks a little uncomfortable looking at the blue sky.

In front of the Xiagou Clinic, the wooden door was tightly closed, and the neon lights were still stupidly lit. A man in a coat was holding his shoulders and hiding in a corner sheltered from the wind.

Father Jin's gaze was fixed, and he squeezed his hands into his pockets and pinched the wolf guard.

The black frosted anti-wolf device calmed his mood. This anti-wolf weapon has achieved great success, so it has won its trust.

After a little pause, Father Jin slowly walked towards the man in the coat and asked, "Who?"

"Mr. Kim?" The other turned around and recognized him.

Father Jin clenched his hand against the wolf gear, and moved it slightly from the switch. He was very polite: "You?"

"My name is Mr. Huang Mao. I am a salesman of our pharmaceutical company in Changxi Province. I met you when I was in Yunyi." Mr. Huang Mao was more polite. Dean's little sister-in-law, if this relationship climbs, it wo n’t be all day long Selling medicine is soft.

As soon as Father Jin heard that he was a medical representative, his smile collapsed and his hand was taken out of his pocket, and asked, "How come this time?"

"I'll send Dr. Ling early." Master Huang Mao grinned, revealing the lunch box he carried with him, and said, "Nanchengju's fritters and soy milk, plus a bit of Fuling mustard, Dr. Ling liked it."

Father Jin frowned as he looked at Huang Maoshi's lunch box.

"Mr. Jin also came to see Dr. Ling? I don't know what it is, I might be able to help." Mr. Huang Mao's polite words without money were released freely.

There was a movement in Father Jin's heart. Although in his mind, the medical representative was not a meaningful sales, but the influence of the medical representative on the doctor was beyond doubt.

There was a smile on Father Jin's face again, saying: "Dr. Ling is my son's doctor. Xiao Huang, right, you know how Dr. Ling generally manages the patient's prognosis."

Once Huang Mao heard it, he knew what was going on. He laughed twice and said, "Dr. Ling usually arranges a general direction, medication, or something, either by the doctor in the department to discuss it, or by asking the doctor of internal medicine. Come for consultation. "

Surgical medicine has always been rude, even if it is at the deputy high or director level, it is not too particular about medication.

If the patient has other symptoms, please contact the corresponding medical department for consultation.

Father Jin frowned slightly, not too satisfied: "I heard that the prognosis of Dr. Ling's patients is generally better."

"Dr. Ling's surgery was done well."

"There are other ways to be particular about it."

"I don't know much about this." Teacher Huang Mao noticed a trace of the family members' embarrassment and shut up wisely.

It is normal for the relationship between Dean Xiaoxun to reach.

When Huang Maoshi was a model, he also saw a lot of celebrities and bosses, but in the end, he did not climb up a relationship. Now looking at the attitude of Dean Xiaoxun, he also predicted the result.

Father Jin asked a few more sentences, but with no results, he also lost interest.

The two stood outside the gate of the Xiagou Clinic, blowing cold winds, and were uncomfortable.

"Breakfast bought outside, even if it is a famous store, is not necessarily safe and hygienic." Mr. Jin grasped the words and said, "The key to making medicine is to have good medicine and good supplies. You see some foreign company's medical representatives. It's like 25,780,000, you don't need to give a rebate, you do n’t need to.

"They are monopolies." Huang Maoshi whispered.

"So, when people do technology, they will be good at it."

"Yes."

"What time are you here?"

"It didn't take long for you to come here." Teacher Huang Mao was not willing to answer.

President Jin asked: "Come often?"

"Yes."

"What did Ling Ran do when he had surgery? He usually gets up much earlier."

"I sometimes take it to the hospital, not every day."

"Oh, it's impossible to have churros and soy milk every day." President Jin said with a smile: "You're medical representatives, wouldn't it be to divide the work in advance, one for the churros and soy milk, and one for the gruel?"

Mr. Huang Mao smiled a little proudly: "Dr. Ling doesn't particularly like to deal with people. The medical representative is the most familiar with Dr. Ling."

Today, Mr. Huang Mao doesn't deal much with other doctors.

This is basically the case for medical representatives who have established a closer relationship with doctors above the associate high level.

The benefits of a treatment team in a top three hospital, or a department in a weak chicken hospital, are huge, and indeed need medical representatives to worry about operating.

It ’s just the early stages of giving you a fried dough stick and soy milk at 6 o'clock in the morning.

"What's Dr. Ling's favorite food in the morning?" President Jin seemed to be curious.

Master Huang Mao was blurring out of pride: "I seem to like to eat ravioli recently. I see Uncle Ling doing it twice."

"in this way……"

President Jin asked a few more words and played with the phone at the same time, until a man in white clothes came over at the back.

"Mr. Jin." The man said hello, and put down the basket in his hand, and said, "The **** materials are ready, and they can be wrapped in a few minutes."

Master Huang Mao originally looked at the other with a smile. At this time, listening to the other's words, he couldn't help falling into doubt.

President Jin coughed and said, "The chef I brought, come here to find something to eat."

Master Huang Mao looked down but didn't dare to laugh.

President Jin did not have the desire to explain or chat any more. He hummed twice and waited in front of the door.

Not long, the door under the plaque of "Xiagou Clinic" opened with a crunch.

"Uncle Ling is good." Master Huang Mao called out sweetly.

Ling Jie porridge looked at Huang Maoshi and sighed, saying: "Everyone doesn't have to mention anything. Breakfast is even more unnecessary."

"I just came down to see it, it didn't take much effort." Master Huang Mao smiled, as if he really came down the road.

Ling Jie porridge shook his head and said, "I really don't need it. My Ling Ling got up and ordered takeaway."

"Takeaway breakfast?" Master Huang Mao's expression was a bit dull. He didn't expect that his biggest rival was Huang Kangaroo.

Ling Jie porridge said: "Otherwise it's too much trouble for you ... OK, come in and sit down, it's still a bit chill in the morning, is this?"

He thought that Father Jin came with Huang Maoshi.

Teacher Huang Mao quickly introduced it.

When I saw Father Jin and Ling Jie porridge shook hands, and said a few words, they proudly introduced the man behind them and said, "Director Ling, takeaway is really unhealthy. I happened to bring the chef of Shengyuan Hotel today. Make a breakfast on the spot. "

There was a ringing bell behind him as he spoke.

A series of bicycles came over, and on each bicycle there was a chef wearing a tall white hat.

At the entrance of the Xiagou Clinic, the chefs stopped the bicycle neatly against the wall, and then took out a jar of alcohol gel from their pockets and applied it to their hands.

"Excuse me, Xiagou Clinic, right? We brought the food." The head chef was kind, and when the four of them walked in the doorway, they squeezed in.

A row of chefs squeezed in with their shoulders.

Then ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ It took them only two or three minutes to build a simple large kitchen in the yard, and even the stove fire and burning charcoal were ready.

"Xiaomi porridge, vegetarian buns, store activities, four small dishes, four cold dishes, four hot dishes." The head chef shouted, the chefs behind were already busy.

"Cooked and cooked?" Father Jin was surprised. He brought a chef over today, and he was ready to put on a show, but one, two, three, four ... What happened to the twelve?

There are not so many chefs in the average kitchen.

The chef who came with Father Jin couldn't even wear the hat in amazement, watching the chefs put out a dish after dish, muttering in his mouth:

"This sautéed potato ..."

"This scrambled egg ..."

"This shrimp ball ..."

"What is this place ..."