Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

"Old Sun is here." The old doctor who was auscultating the patient saw Sun Mingzhe, greeted him immediately, stood up and shook hands with Sun Mingzhe.

Sun Mingzhe was wearing a suit and an uneven red tie. Even so, it was more than three layers higher than the big padded jackets and gray smocks of the people around him. Of course, the price would not be three times the price.

Sun Mingzhe sniffed the familiar smell in the hospital, smiled, and said, "Good morning, Director Tang. You may have heard that I went to Huarui. This time, I am here to bring someone to meet you and recognize you. "

"I just said, you are dressed like a bridegroom today." Director Tang said with a smile to the patient behind him: "Sorry, I met a friend."

"It's all right." The patient replied with trepidation. There is naturally no doctor-patient conflict between patients and doctors today, because the relationship between doctors and patients is not equal at all. Except for a few patients with backgrounds, doctors are above patients, which is basically the same as that of later generations. The attitude of driving school instructors towards students.

Sun Mingzhe didn't think there was anything wrong with asking the patient to wait. Anyway, this patient doesn't wait, the next patient always has to wait.

He kept smiling and introduced the two medical representatives who came with him.

Both of them were clinicians, and they were not familiar with the hospital. They smiled at the old doctor, and their expressions and actions were very doctor.

Director Tang had stayed in Bingzhou Central Hospital for many years, and when he saw the appearance of the two, he asked, "Huavel is a newly established company, right? What did you do before?"

"I am from the Beihe Second People's Hospital, and he is from the First People's Hospital." The two medical representatives were also in suits and leather shoes, and because of their youth, they looked taller and more handsome.

Director Tang couldn't help but be awed. Beihe Second People's Hospital and Beihe First People's Hospital are both large hospitals in the provincial capital, and they are not a little bit better than Bingzhou Central Hospital.

He couldn't help asking curiously: "Why did you resign from the hospital? Beihe's hospital treatment is pretty good, right?"

The two assistant doctors sitting opposite Director Tang also stared at the two sales representatives with wide eyes.

Zhang Wei, a medical representative from the Second People's Hospital of Hebei, smiled and said, "I think it's too hard to be a clinician. Once a patient is on the bed, he has to worry about whether the doctor on duty is doing well or not. It's not easy. After sending them away, new patients came over, and after a few years, they were physically and mentally exhausted."

Several doctors nodded sympathetically.

Director Tang looked at another medical representative.

"I didn't get a job title, so I'm not happy." This person said more directly: "I have been an attending doctor for six years, but I still won't be promoted, and then I was assigned a house a year ago, and I don't have the appointment to attend. Once you think about it, come out."

Director Tang frowned slightly, but the little doctor opposite him felt more empathetic.

Evaluation of job titles and allocation of housing are the two most important things in a unit's life.

Unlike private companies, the salaries of state-owned enterprises, public institutions, and civil servants are all based on their job titles. When they get a job title, their salary will naturally rise. The same goes for benefits, which are only distributed according to job titles. As for the allocation of housing, it is another matter of probability. Whether the housing can be allocated, the size of the housing, where it will be allocated, when it will be allocated, whether to pay, etc., is like a mosquito. Some people are lucky enough to knock down the mosquitoes with a single slap, while others are unlucky and even fail to get them when they retire.

And all of these are no longer a problem in Sinovel.

When entering Huarui, the only thing you need to care about is salary and growth, and growth is ultimately for salary—all feelings are condensed and turned into money. It seems ruthless, but it is the easiest way for ordinary people to taste the sweetness of life .

The little doctor under Director Tang couldn't help but feel envious, and couldn't help asking: "You have courage, you resigned when you said you would resign."

Zhang Wei smiled: "What kind of courage is needed? I passed the interview and I resigned immediately.

A salary of 75 yuan a month is enough for me. "

"Then how much do you take now?" The little doctor blurted out.

Zhang Wei smiled and said nothing. They have just entered the industry, and their basic salary is not much higher than before, but if there is a commission, their income will be completely different. However, Zhang Wei doesn't know how many can be.

Director Tang's face turned cold, and he said, "What's the matter? You didn't like it too?"

"How can it be?" The little doctor laughed timidly. His professional title, rewards and allowances all depend on the director.

Sun Mingzhe coughed, and said: "We have an extra bonus than before, but we have to pay for the medical treatment and pension by ourselves. Director Tang, we are just here to pay a visit today, so we won't bother you any more. Oh, by the way, the company's new brochure, leave a copy for you.”

As he spoke, he took out three calendars that could be placed on the table, and said with a smile: "One page is turned every month, and you can write on it, and you can write down whatever happens in the next few days."

What he refers to is the blank space on the large calendar every day except for the date, the large and beautiful images, and the large blank space for writing. Such a calendar can be regarded as a good gift.

Director Tang couldn't help being a little happy. He didn't care about the other patients in the office, and said cheerfully, "Your company's brochures are really good."

"Just to make the advertisement clearer. In addition, we recorded all the indications of norfloxacin on it, and you can see it at the end of the page."

Director Tang immediately turned to the back, and saw a few rows of small characters written on the last page, which was insignificant.

In this way, although the title of the calendar has Huarui's name, it does not affect the use at all.

It can even be used to give gifts without any problem.

Now people don't care if there is a company name on the gift or not. Many people even regard it as some kind of showing off. After all, you must have certain privileges or good work to receive benefits or gifts.

Director Tang nodded in satisfaction, and said with a smile, "Okay, I'll show it to my colleagues in the office after I'm done."

"You keep this one first. I have a lot of brochures, so I'll just send them over." Sun Mingzhe said goodbye and left.

Director Tang deliberately sent two steps, no matter how you say it, they all sent good things over.

Sun Mingzhe left the office, smiled at the other two, and said, "Okay, Director Tang's place, even if it's over, I'll leave the rest to you."

"no problem."

"Don't worry."

The two patted their chests for assurance.

Sun Mingzhe nodded, and before leaving, he said in a low voice: "You have plenty of gifts, don't give too many, I will check it regularly. In addition, don't promise too much, exceeding the standard, the company will not I will report. Your job is mainly to use your medical background to explain the knowledge and contraindications of norfloxacin that you have been trained to explain to the doctors in the hospital."

He has been the sales director and sales manager for many years, and he has a deep understanding of the tricks in the sales process.

The two ex-doctors were newcomers instead, and they nodded obediently.