"Hey." director Gou shook his head, "private hospitals are private hospitals. We have skills and can''t die of hunger. But what''s hard for me is that I''ve been taught to treat patients and save people for so many years. How can I change when I get old."


    "We are old and can''t keep up with the times." director Liang smiled.


    "If you have a chance, you must give me a hand." director Gou said with the strength of wine, "see if there is a good place on Mr. Wu''s side. I''m afraid I can''t move. It''s possible to walk around the provincial city."


    "Lao Gou, I didn''t go myself." director Liang didn''t promise and said perfunctorily, "and to tell you the truth, I went to the fifth hospital of Medical University, which is not much better than ours."


    "Lao Liang, you are too careless."


    "You can''t say that," director Liang smiled.


    "If it''s all the same, what do you say you go there for?"


    "Teacher Wu''s level is high!" director Liang said seriously. "I don''t say the medical level, but my attitude towards people. You see what happened to President Haihua, teacher Wu is really not used to it. If it was me, the president of the brother hospital was ill and had difficulty in diagnosis, would I go to see it and ask for warmth?"


    Speaking of this, director Liang was very sad.


    "But look at Miss Wu."


    "Once diagnosed, I will never think about seeing Dean Haihua. I guess in Mr. Wu''s heart, Dean Haihua is an ordinary patient."


    The words "ordinary patient" really made director Gou meditate for a long time.


    Medical treatment is a scarce resource. No matter how loud Li Haihua and Han Guangyun shout, they can''t change this fact.


    In particular, the proportion of doctors and patients in China is low, and there are so many powerful doctors. How can it meet the needs of everyone. The so-called seeing a doctor without asking for help is a joke.


    But after all, there are still doctors who don''t forget their original heart and insist on going out of the clinic.


    That''s it. Zhong Nanshan''s out-patient registration fee is more than 1000, which makes people scold.


    Seeing that director Gou stopped talking, director Liang said with a smile, "eat, eat. Lao Gou, why don''t you have time to go to teacher Wu and ask about acupuncture anesthesia? Our second hospital knows this. You don''t need me to talk in the middle."


    "Can you do it?" director Gou was a little guilty.


    "You think highly of me. In fact, I am a little doctor in teacher Wu''s heart." director Liang smiled, "for example..."


    Then he looked at a doctor brought to director Gou.


    "You say it''s easy for Xiao Yang to see you. Even if he goes out of the clinic after work and gives a pulse, it''s not simple. But I can''t cut in on personnel matters."


    "Yes."


    Eating and talking, time passed quickly.


    Director Liang''s cell phone lit up. He didn''t notice. Director Gou reminded, "Lao Liang, you have a phone."


    "It''s not a phone call, it''s a text message." director Liang looked at it and said with a smile, "harassing text messages. You said how terrible the loss of big data is. I''m not going to Hainan for the new year. It''s estimated that I''ll go to the fifth hospital of Medical University after the new year. I checked the home stay and hotel in Hainan on the Internet, and then began to have real estate agents call me. Black one after another, which is very annoying."


    "Yes," said a little doctor with a smile, "my girlfriend checked the Internet for thin legs, and then all the recommendations given by various apps are all about thin legs. Now big data..."


    Then his cell phone lit up.


    "Look, say spam messages, spam messages will arrive." he picked up his mobile phone and was about to delete it, but his face changed after one look.


    "What''s the matter?"


    "Director," the little doctor whispered, "look at your message."


    "Huh? What are you looking at?"


    "Maybe the league construction fee has been recorded." the little doctor brought by director Liang spoke less and less. He didn''t know whether to keep it secret or not. He was in a dilemma.


    "League construction fee? What''s that?" director Gou asked suspiciously.


    He has never heard of the word league construction fee.


    "The horse hospital called me yesterday and asked me to fill in the form and send him the personal information and bank card number of several doctors I want to go with." director Liang smiled. "The jianxie hospital needs group construction. To say that Mr. Wu is a real person, he doesn''t bother the doctors and nurses below, but directly cash it out."


    Discount


    Director Liang said, opened his cell phone and looked at it, then he was dumb.


    "Director, how much did you get in?" the little doctor asked cautiously.


    Director Liang only took a look, then turned off his mobile phone and said with a smile, "are you afraid of calling the wrong money? What do you say when you take a mobile phone for dinner? This is director Gou''s treat. If you don''t eat more, won''t you give director Gou face?"


    The little doctor was stunned. He immediately realized that director Liang didn''t want to get into trouble, so he put away his mobile phone and sat down honestly.


    "Lao Liang, how much has the league construction fee been paid?"


    "Hey, don''t say that." director Liang said with a smile, "how much do you say you can send for a group construction? How much is the per capita for dinner in your department during the new year?"


    "Seventy or eighty yuan." director Gou understood, smiled and said, "Mr. Wu is really pragmatic. He doesn''t get together at dinner and sends money directly."


    "Yes, Mr. Wu gives me the feeling that he is very practical. When you talk to him about family affairs, he rarely responds. But when it comes to his illness, he almost answers every question."


    The topic smoothly shifted to Wu Mian. Director Liang Chengfu was deep and joked all the way until the end of the meal.


    When they went home, director Liang deliberately stayed awake and took two little doctors who were going to the fifth hospital of Medical University together.


    After waiting for a taxi and turning a few blocks to get off, director Liang asked in a deep voice, "how much did you pay?"


    "Director..." the little doctor said in a daze, "I''ve earned 100000."


    "Me too, can''t I be wrong?" asked another doctor.


    "It is stipulated that ICBC''s card is required. I just handled it yesterday, and I saved 1 yuan in it. The extra is the league construction fee. I was surprised when I saw it."


    Director Liang knew it was true because he had just seen that he had received 100000 yuan.


    Mr. Wu is also really. No matter what he says, he is the director. He sends as much as the little doctor. Is he a little disrespectful... Just now, director Liang immediately remembered what he said to director Gou just now.


    In Mr. Wu''s eyes, President Haihua is an ordinary patient.


    Similarly, in Mr. Wu''s eyes, there seems to be no difference between himself and the little doctor.


    Director Liang immediately straightened out his thoughts and whispered, "go back to sleep, you..."


    Then he pointed to a little doctor and said, "you can tell your daughter-in-law, but let her keep her mouth tight."


    "Oh, oh, oh."


    "You..." director Liang looked at another doctor and said, "don''t tell your girlfriend about it."


    "Ah?"


    "Making money is hated. I think the provincial capital will spread soon, but I don''t care who said it first. Anyway, the news can''t spread from us."


    "OK, director."


    "Remember? Quietly Mimi makes money. Don''t make a fool of yourself."