"Brother, I''ve finished signing." Chu Zhixi came back and said to Wu Mian. Before she finished, she saw Professor bellac standing in the office.
Chuzhixi said with a smile, "Hello, Professor beilac. Why are you here?"
"Chu, the diligent beilac came to the medical group of bosss again!" Professor beilac clenched his hands and said in American English. The boss''s ending sound is very long, like an echo of an empty valley.
"Beilac speaks Mandarin in China," said Wu Mian. "It''s not in the United States. You can also say that it''s not difficult to force people... It''s not difficult."
"What does it mean to force people to be difficult?" asked Professor beilac.
"Put the gun in your mouth, take out the last penny in your wallet, and say thank you," Wu Mian explained.
"Of course not!" Professor beilac said in Mandarin. "I remember, boss."
Wu Mian''s explanation... All Chinese people in the office feel that they are thousands of miles away from themselves, but Professor beilac understands it as soon as he understands it.
"Then prepare for the operation." Wu Mian said, looking for a position to sit down, gently tapping the armrest of the chair with his right hand, his eyes slightly closed, as if thinking about something.
Both Professor Chu Zhixi and Professor beilac know that Wu Mian will do this before facing a very difficult operation. He will not stare at the film, nor will he look at the medical records and test sheets, because everything is in his mind.
The preoperative preparation was completed. 36 minutes later, director Liang came to the office, "Mr. Wu, the patient has been sent up for 5 minutes."
"OK, let''s change our clothes." Wu Mian nodded.
"Miss Wu, please come this way." director Liang led the way and said as he walked, "Miss Wu, my new director has taken office."
"Is it embarrassing?" Wu Mian asked with a smile.
"There must be one thing." director Liang smiled. "The new director is coming. The old director is in his prime of life, but he hasn''t left. Everyone feels uncomfortable."
"There is little demand for the jianxie hospital. When the five hospitals were built years ago, you will take people with you." Wu Mian said, "work hard for another two days."
"Miss Wu, the doctors below me are very curious. When I go to the fifth hospital in the future, will my income be higher than that of jianxie hospital?" director Liang asked.
"No," said Wu Mian, "it''s about the same as now."
Director Liang nodded and didn''t speak. He was a little disappointed.
"But in the future, the personnel flow of jianxie hospital and the fifth hospital will be exchanged, and we will strive to raise the benchmark." Wu Mian said, "and we earn a salary every month. This is small money."
"..." director Liang was silent.
"If you have a high technical level, especially if you take someone to gastrointestinal endoscopy, some patients will seal big red envelopes," Wu Mian said with a smile.
"Miss Wu, don''t let me accept red envelopes."
"Oh, they are all rich people in Xiangjiang, Li Jiapo, Europe and America." Wu Mian said, "they have their own names, such as charitable donations and scientific research sponsorship, but this is the rule. Don''t worry. You have to know how to balance your interests."
Wu Mian saw director Liang''s expression dull and asked, "bellac."
"Boss, I''m here, your loyal beilac forever..." Professor beilac is very like a primary school apprentice, smart as if he was 20 years younger, guarding beside 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 operation expenses..."
"I said after the operation, how much did Zhuang Yongzhi give you alone?"
"Two million dollars," said Professor bellac.
"Here," said Wu Mian, looking at director Liang, "the tax on this money is a big problem. I''ll think about it later."
Director Liang was stunned. He had to pay taxes to collect red envelopes. Is that still called red envelopes.
"Miss Wu, this..." director Liang said a thousand words, but he didn''t know how to say it.
"In the future, money will be electronic. If you want to check the income, you can see it at a glance. The origin of a huge amount of property is unknown. You can''t tell clearly just such a thing." Wu Mian said with a smile, "there are new problems in the new era. We will enter the fourth industrial revolution right away. We can''t think of problems with old brains."
Director Liang was really speechless this time. Teacher Wu said so far that he didn''t realize there was still this problem.
Hospital income is relatively high, including surgeons who can run flying knives and doctors in orthopedics and cardiology with gray income. For example, there are fewer provincial capitals. The big hands of imperial capital and magic capital fly all over the country every weekend and come back with suitcases full of money.
This is the money earned by selling tricks, but it is reasonable but on the edge.
Maybe once a big storm blows up, he will roll over directly.
When you go out, doctors make money. Patients and their families don''t have to fly to imperial capital and magic capital. They queue up outside hotels and small hotels to wait for hospitalization.
Director Liang knew that if he flew over, even if he could be hospitalized within three days after he went, he would have to spend a lot of money.
After all, several family members accompany in other places, and round-trip air tickets are all money. On the whole, by inviting experts for surgery, patients and their families can save more than half of the cost.
This is a win-win situation.
But people are always greedy. After the operation, he was discharged smoothly, and then took out the expenses of external experts. It was unreasonable. The director of the Department of the hospital could only refund the money, and in serious cases, he had to be suspended.
When a patient gets benefits, the region is sealed, and other patients in the region are miserable. Director Liang''s thoughts flew very far in an instant. Mr. Wu also said that electronic money will not be used in the future?
If you also become a well-known expert in the world, do those rich people have to transfer money to see a doctor and give red envelopes?
These are all things that director Liang has never touched in his life. He is a little confused.
"Take your time. Don''t worry." Wu Mian said with a smile, "director Liang, you''d better comfort your people first. Don''t think that you can make a lot of money when you go to the fifth hospital. Whether doctors can make money depends on their technical level. Ask for doctors and medicine. If someone asks, you can make money."
"Yes, yes." director Liang nodded.
"Miss Wu, how much does your doctor earn a month?" Professor bellac asked.
Wu Mian smiled and said nothing.
The income of doctors in director Liang''s department may not be as much as that of Professor beilac. Not necessarily, but certainly not.
Where to reason.
Several people came all the way to the operating room, changed their clothes and walked into the operating room. Professor beilac is not used to all kinds of things. Because Wu Mian is here, he doesn''t dare to be too wordy and can only express his dissatisfaction in his heart.
As he walked, Professor bellac''s lips shook. It was obvious that a talkative and irritable heart could not bear it. It would erupt at any time like Yellowstone volcano.
In the operating room, the patient has been lying on the operating table, assisted by endotracheal intubation and ventilator, and the number displayed on the monitor is very stable.
"Brush your hands and prepare for the operation." Wu Mian said in a deep voice.