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Chapter 207 Huge Gains! (Please Subscribe)
"The hospital will symbolically issue a performance bonus of two thousand yuan, and then write a thank-you letter to Dr. Fang's school and clinical college, respectively, in the name of their departments."

"Is this alright?" Wu Guonan asked.

Fang Ziye was actually quite tempted when he heard about the two thousand silver dollars.

As for thank-you letters and the like, they're actually pretty useless unless you're willing to become a celebrity doctor.

"Director Wu, you're too kind. I didn't actually do anything," Fang Ziye replied.

Wu Guonan said, "Xiao Fang, you may not be working yet, so you may not fully understand the significance and value of this kind of thank-you letter from your employer. But if you pay close attention to your hospital's official WeChat account, you will find that this kind of thing is excellent material for positive energy reporting."

Actually, these are things that shouldn't have been said to Fang Ziye.

However, Wu Guonan was afraid that Fang Ziye might not understand the significance of what they were doing, so he pointed it out slightly.

“Well, Director Wu, actually I don’t like being too flashy, and I can’t handle all these things,” Fang Ziye replied.

Fang Ziye was indeed overwhelmed. For a long time to come, he would not pursue his reputation, but would focus on technology and scientific research. As for fame, he would have to wait until he became an associate professor before thinking about it.

Is it a good thing for a PhD to have a great reputation?
What do you do when a patient comes to you?
You say you don't know how, but you're making others come all the way for nothing?

Wu Guonan didn't dwell on the matter, but instead asked Fang Ziye, "Ziye, the personnel structure within the department may be readjusted next month."

"As for me, I will follow Director Zhang's suggestion and let Xue Tao lead my current group alone, while I will go to Zhong Xuegao's group."

"Do you want to join Director Hong's group, come with me, or just stay put for now?"

When expressing gratitude, one should not seek repayment for kindness or demand repayment in return; one should stop there.

With Kai Ye next door in such a state, and Li Cong and Pang Hong below in a state of utter disarray, it would be rather unkind for Wu Guonan and Fang Ziye to be discussing gratitude here with a clear conscience.

However, since Fang Ziye was a guest, Wu Guonan felt it necessary to mention it.

Otherwise, if Duan Hong and Professor Deng Yong had come all this way and gone to such great lengths to rescue Huang Kai, and then sent him away without a farewell party or any drinks, people who didn't know better would think they were impolite.

"Director Hong, I'll leave it for now," Fang Ziye replied almost without thinking.

Although Wang Zhongxing was with Xue Tao leading the team, Xue Tao's technical expertise was not yet as profound. Since his expertise was insufficient, Wang Zhongxing could offer more help by sharing his knowledge.

Although I just acquired over four thousand knowledge points.

However, these skills, at most, can only be used to add a simple osteotomy and reshaping procedure, and that's it. Even if they were added, they wouldn't be useful at Enshi Central Hospital. The best course of action would be to transfer these skills back to Zhongnan Hospital for further application.

Therefore, you only need to prepare the knowledge points here, and you can earn and use the rest as you go, striving to make it a continuous source.

"Okay, I'll follow your arrangements!" Wu Guonan was about to say something more.

Suddenly, the door to the director's office was pushed open, and several unfamiliar-looking people entered, including one acquaintance!
Wu Guonan recognized one of them almost at a glance and stood up to call out, "Dean Qin."

"Excuse me, is this Dr. Fang Ziye?" Dean Qin asked with a slightly humble tone.

"Yes, this is Dr. Fang Ziye from Zhongnan Hospital. Does Dean Qin need Dr. Fang's help?" Wu Guonan asked, his tone slightly nervous, and immediately introduced Dr. Fang's identity.

What happens in the department has nothing to do with Fang Ziye. You can't do anything reckless; he's a student!

"I have something to discuss with Dr. Fang, so please don't worry, Director Wu."

"Dr. Fang, would you mind coming out with us for a bit? There's an acquaintance outside who wants to see you," Dean Qin said, extending an invitation.

acquaintance?

Where does Fang Ziye know anyone here?
"Dean Qin?" Wu Guonan was slightly flustered.

"It's alright, Director Wu, you don't need to come along. We'll be right outside the department. Xiao Fang will be back soon," Dean Qin said.

Hearing Dean Qin say that, Wu Guonan didn't know what else to say.

He told Fang Ziye to follow Dean Qin out of the department, while he lingered near the nurses' station, clutching his phone tightly, ready to make a call at the slightest sign of trouble.

First, we need to call the police; second, we need to report it to our superiors.

Fang Ziye felt a little confused, but after leaving the department and seeing the middle-aged man who was "frighteningly calm" and had entered the residential area with him on his first day in Enshi, Fang Ziye actually knew him.

This 'acquaintance' is a stranger.

The awkward thing was that Fang Ziye didn't know the other party's name or their purpose for coming.

"Dr. Fang, I'm sorry to bother you."

"But I still have to keep the life-saving grace in my heart, so after being discharged from the hospital, I came here specifically to thank Dr. Fang."

“If you had just gone home that day and ignored it, I doubt I would have made it home.” The middle-aged man had regained his senses and his voice was very calm. Even when joking, he still managed to put Fang Ziye in the most appropriate position.

“You can call him Teacher Zu,” Dean Qin said to Fang Ziye, who was unsure how to begin speaking to a group of strangers.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye said, "Teacher Zu, you are too kind. It just so happens that I know about this, so I will do my best to give other teachers an opportunity."

"Actually, I didn't do anything except take you back to the emergency room."

The man called Teacher Zu was slightly overweight and had a naturally serious expression. Even when he smiled, there was still a subtle sense of authority about him. But he tried hard to suppress this aura and said, "But Dr. Fang, these few steps you took to get me back to the hospital are the most important, aren't they?"

"Dr. Chen, I think Dr. Fang's personal abilities are quite good."

"If you see a suitable location in your sanatorium project, could Dr. Fang fill in?" This is what Teacher Zu asked an elderly man beside him.

The old man had half-white hair, a short buzz cut, and a tall, neither thin nor fat figure. He had a somewhat otherworldly air about him. However, his attire was nothing special; he wasn't wearing a Taoist robe, but rather the ordinary long-sleeved cloth trousers that elderly people often wear.

Dr. Chen glanced at Teacher Zu, then at Fang Ziye, his eyes flashing slightly. "Director Zu, in principle, I should give priority to the person you recommended. But you should also know that the construction of this military sanatorium project is quite special, so it might be a bit troublesome..."

"Then let people from other places have the trouble," Teacher Zu said, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

"Here in Enshi!"

"Okay!" The man called Dr. Chen had no choice but to agree decisively.

"Dr. Fang, I can't thank you enough. If there's a chance in the future, we can get together again for a meal, and I'll express my gratitude to you then."

"I won't bother you with your work anymore."

"Dean Qin, Dr. Chen, now that the matter in Enshi is settled, I need to go back and write a report. Without further ado, let's set off immediately."

"Ugh!"

"Little devils are hard to deal with, and water that is too clear has no fish. I hope you can pass on this to Mr. Chen, Dr. Chen, so that he will be more careful in the future and not do anything that would turn out badly if he meant well." After saying this, the man called Teacher Zu looked at his watch.

"We have to go." With that, he led his men away.

Then, only Dean Qin and Dr. Chen remained in the elevator corridor. Everyone else had already left.

After watching these people get off the elevator, Fang Ziye was still in a daze.

Looking at the unfamiliar Dean Qin and the unfamiliar, rumored Dr. Chen, they didn't know what to say or do. They even had a hard time understanding what Director Zu meant by participating in some military sanatorium project.

As Dean Qin watched these people leave, he didn't ask anyone to see them off, and even refused the offers of transportation from the leaders of Enshi and Enzhou. He was inwardly uncertain about what to do.

He then asked Dr. Chen, "Dr. Chen, do you think that after this, Enshi will no longer be able to receive any policy changes?"

"I don't know either, but we've done our best."

"Dean Qin, I'm old and can't manage too many things. All I want is to do one last thing for my hometown."

"Once this matter is settled, I will retire completely. My son has told me many times not to get involved, not to get involved anymore." Dr. Chen chuckled, not showing any particular anger.

"Thank you for your hard work, Dr. Chen." Dean Qin bowed slightly, showing great respect for Dr. Chen.

Dr. Chen silently turned to look at Fang Ziye, sized him up, and asked, "Can you represent Zhongnan Hospital?"

"Huh?" Fang Ziye's mind immediately went blank, completely dumbfounded.

What kind of tone is this? He keeps talking about Zhongnan Hospital, a hospital-like institution, and he claims to represent it? What a load of rubbish! He can't even represent orthopedics or trauma surgery.

"Sigh!" Dr. Chen sighed upon seeing Fang Ziye's expression.

"It's okay, we can talk about it later."

"We should indeed repay the life-saving grace. Who told us to let someone have a handle against us? If we want to keep the sanatorium project in Enshi, we have to ask Director Zu to put in a good word for us. Otherwise, we'll have to go to the neighbor's."

"Young man, you're lucky." "But your aptitude is also quite good." Old Dr. Chen seemed to know Fang Ziye.

"Thank you for the compliment, Dr. Chen..." Fang Ziye smiled slightly, still unsure of what Dr. Chen meant.

"I'm leaving!" Dr. Chen waved his hand and departed with a flourish.

"Then I'll take you there."

"Dr. Fang, you should contact your teacher right away. Tell him that the Hubei Provincial Military Region Sanatorium is inviting Zhongnan Hospital to participate in one of its projects, and that you should be offered a place."

“Tell your teacher. If your teacher doesn’t understand, have him report it again. Surely someone will understand,” Dean Qin said to Fang Ziye.

Then, together with Dr. Chen, we walked into the stairwell.

Dean Qin then asked, "Dr. Chen, this time it really wasn't us deliberately making things difficult for Mr. Chen, it was indeed..."

"What else is there to say? It's easy to send away immortals, but difficult to deal with little devils."

"Fang Gui established this branch in Enshi with the intention of benefiting his hometown. However, the people below him were not content with their lot and felt that the employees of other medical equipment companies at the same level would have higher salaries. They were dissatisfied and went astray."

“I really did check carefully. A batch of equipment was transported to Enshi and was simultaneously supplied to several large regions, including southwestern Hubei, Chongqing, and northwestern Hunan. Only here did this happen.”

“It’s not a matter of the place of origin or the transit chain, otherwise I would have broken his other leg too…” Dr. Chen spoke in the corridor, his voice echoing back.

"What?" Dean Qin exclaimed in surprise.

"Boss Chen? Didn't he break his leg in the fight?"

“I can ensure he lives a relatively comfortable life. If he does good deeds, that's fine. But if something like this happens, even if he is my son, I will not be lenient.”

"It's not that serious, it's just a partial fracture, you'll be fine after lying down."

……

Fang Ziye stood in the corridor, lost in thought.

Based on what Dr. Chen said and what Fang Ziye said, Fang Ziye could roughly guess that the Deyuan Medical Center established in Enshi by Dr. Chen's son, Chen Fanggui, was probably a semi-public welfare institution to benefit his hometown.

The selling price is already low, so the profit margin is not high!
Therefore, the employees working here need to rely on these profits to make a living. Without special subsidies, their monthly income will be much less than that of other medical equipment companies of the same level.

Everyone needs to eat.

Water that is too clear has no fish; the problem is not scarcity but inequality.

Chen Fanggui did not handle this matter well. If he wanted to do good things, he should not have lowered the price too much all at once, but should have carefully calculated the costs and operations.

If you consistently keep your employees at a much lower price than your competitors, they'll definitely resent it and resort to underhanded tactics.

Of course, none of this is a reason to have wicked thoughts.

Even at the very least, getting a job at a medical device company will undoubtedly earn you a much higher income than the local average.

My leg was fractured.

That old Dr. Chen is really ruthless.

Without rules, nothing can be accomplished.

Chen Fanggui.

……

Fang Ziye anticipated that Professor Deng Yong would call him directly after he got off the plane.

After hearing what Dean Qin had asked him to tell Professor Deng Yong, Deng Yong immediately twisted his ankle.

As Professor Duan Hong, my senior, said: "How could you fall on a perfectly flat road?"

Professor Deng Yong didn't answer, but instead asked, "What? Say it again? Our hospital was involved in that military sanatorium in Enshi?"

"How can you possibly distinguish between these things? Isn't this a matter between 161 Hospital and the Central Hospital?" Deng Yong exclaimed in shock.

Han City in Hubei Province has a military district.

The military hospitals in Seoul have two top-notch hospitals: Central Hospital and 161 Hospital. Their trauma surgery and hand surgery departments are particularly strong, but their patient capacity is certainly not as good as Tongji Union Hospital.

How could a military sanatorium like this possibly recruit people from outside?
Duan Hong was also taken aback: "Your hospital is getting involved in the sanatorium too? Our hospital can only send a maximum of two people from the rehabilitation department. No one from the clinical departments can be present. What's going on?"

"I don't know, Master."

"It was Dr. Chen who asked me to call you to report this, to say that you know about it," Fang Ziye said.

Fang Ziye's sentence, "You know," followed by an "oh," almost broke Deng Yong's composure on the spot.

As a teacher, one must have the demeanor of a teacher.

"Okay, I understand. I'll go ask about the details. You take care of yourself for now." Deng Yong quickly hung up the phone.

This is really not the place to ask questions.

This matter may have a slightly significant impact.

If Fang Ziye can really make this happen, then Fang Ziye's path to staying in the hospital will no longer need to follow the professional and technical research route; he can directly take this 'business' route.

This is a very special service; it's impossible for ordinary non-military hospitals to obtain it.

Even if it's just a part of it, it's still a huge profit.

"Deng Yong, what's going on?" Duan Hong asked Deng Yong, wanting to know what the cake looked like.

"Duan Hong, what did you say?" Deng Yong didn't mention the cake at all, nor did he mention Professor Duan's name.

Duan Hong: "You!"

"A real dog."

"Duan Hong, we are a small and insignificant company, while Tongji Hospital is one of the top hospitals in the country. Don't try to take advantage of us for such small profits."

“Our Zhongnan Hospital is in a very difficult situation, nicknamed ‘Ultimate Difficulty’,” Deng Yong said, sounding inhuman.

"I finally see you for who you are." Duan Hong pushed the suitcase and walked forward with his chubby legs. Deng Yong followed, limping and walking quite fast, as if he wasn't in any pain at all.

……

After hanging up the phone, Fang Ziye muttered to himself, "I think I accidentally connected someone with something. It seems like it's kind of awesome."

Fang Ziye blinked.

Something that could cause Deng Yong to stumble and twist his ankle must be no small matter.

But even my master doesn't know, so I'll just wait and find out eventually. It's all for my own good anyway.

Fang Ziye's mood instantly became incredibly cheerful.

When Fang Ziye returned to the department, Wu Guonan was relieved and asked what he wanted to see Fang Ziye about.

Fang Ziye didn't tell the truth, but said, "An acquaintance just contacted me, nothing else. Thank you for your concern, Director Wu."

Fang Ziye himself didn't understand the matter, so naturally, he couldn't show off in front of Wu Guonan.

Then, Wu Guonan, without suspecting anything, pulled Fang Ziye again: "Ziye, let's go to the office again. Director Zhang Mingcan left you something."

"I didn't have a chance to tell you before."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye's eyes lit up instinctively.

It must be something that can help him save his money in an emergency, but after that brief moment, he was a little conflicted. Zhang Mingcan had already resigned, and he was still giving him money. What would happen to his income in the future?
Is it bad?
Sigh, it's a waste of my time to manage the financial affairs of a department head.

Looking back and seeing no one following, Fang Ziye noticed that Wu Guonan had prepared several items in his drawer…

Compared to the previous news, this is a much more direct and significant gain.

(End of this chapter)