Just after the divorce, my wife begged for reconciliation

Chapter 457 Today Director Zhang wants to use me as a warning to others

Seeing this, Ye Changqing raised his head and looked at Tang Zhongzhong with a puzzled look: "Same formula.

Same ingredients.

Same amount.

A hundredfold increase in price?"

This is unbelievable.

It's too unreasonable.

So he couldn't believe it.

Tang Zhongzhong sneered: "You don't believe it, right?

I didn't believe it either. I even looked up the condition it was treating and the chemical formula for the drug. It was the same thing.

Exactly the same.

Ye Changqing didn't speak for a long time. It was understandable that they wanted to make money. Every industry in the world wanted to survive.

Everyone has to make money, otherwise they will starve to death.

But the price has increased a hundredfold...

He suddenly remembered that when he had just been released from prison, he went surfing the Internet in order to familiarize himself with the Internet and keep up with the pace of the times.

I accidentally saw a sentence on the Internet: if there is 100% profit, capitalists will take risks; if there is 200% profit, they will defy the law; if there is 300% profit, they will trample on everything in the world.

The fact that a 50-cent cold medicine can exist means that it is profitable.

The profit of this new drug increased a hundredfold in an instant.

Medical ethics, rules, morality, and laws... all are trampled underfoot when profits are so high.

Ye Changqing remained silent, and the car suddenly became quiet. After a few breaths, he felt that the person was too far away from him, and felt that he was worrying too much.

Shake your head to get rid of the messy thoughts in your mind.

Pick up the notebook of grudges and open a new page.

July 2014, 3, overcast.

Another meeting today.

The leader was summarizing the performance of the month. He held up a report and said that someone had sold 300 boxes of the new medicine.

Someone sold a hundred boxes.

At least the doctor sold three boxes.

When I heard this, I knew my day was over and I was going to be criticized.

As I was thinking this, the director spoke: "Tang Zhongzhong, stand up!" I stood up helplessly.

The director suddenly raised his voice and said sternly, “Everyone else has sold it.

Why didn't you sell it?

What do you think of the task I assigned you?

Are you turning a deaf ear to it?"

I lowered my head and didn't say anything. It wasn't because I didn't want to speak, but because I was afraid of losing my job.

I have been thinking about this in my mind: it has the same ingredients as Ganmaotong and the same therapeutic effect, but it is a hundred times more expensive.

Don’t be too cruel when you are a doctor!

These words surged in my chest, and it felt like they were going to burst through my chest.

But I kept holding back.

learn from mistakes.

I didn't want to be fired again. The second half of the meeting was all about criticizing me, a full half hour. I was very sad that day, just like the weather, with dark clouds.

Ye Changqing didn't expect that Tang Zhongzhong could endure it and finally learned not to suffer a loss.

He inexplicably felt sorry for the man in front of him.

He raised his hand, turned a page of the diary, and looked at the next entry.

May 2014, 4, light rain.

Another meeting today.

As soon as I entered the meeting room, I noticed that all my colleagues looked at me differently.

Their eyes were filled with sympathy, pity, ridicule, and speechlessness.

I know why they look like that.

Since the last meeting, I still haven't prescribed a new box of medicine for any patients. My colleagues at the pharmacy should know about this; I guess they all know.

I feel like this meeting was held just for me.

After I sat down, I felt like an ant on a hot pan, and I felt more and more uncomfortable.

Even I wanted to leave the meeting room.

Leave the hospital.

Anyway, the director will fire me if he comes, so I'll leave on my own to save face.

But I just can't move my legs.

Because I know that if I leave the hospital, I may never have the chance to be a doctor again in my life.

I decided to be thick-skinned.

No matter what Mr. Zhang says, I will not quit.

Director Zhang arrived soon, and I braced myself for a scolding and closed my eyes. It was my first time attending a meeting with my eyes closed, and my ears were filled with a chaotic cacophony of sounds: the creaking of chairs as I shifted my buttocks, the rustling of notebook pages, the shuffling of teacups, and whispers.

The voice I was expecting never came.

Don't know what happened.

I opened my eyes and saw Director Zhang opening a box.

The tape on the box was very strong and he tried to tear it with his hands several times but couldn't break it.

A colleague threw the pen in his hand over.

Director Zhang picked up the pen and drew the tip of the pen across the tape, and the tape opened with a sound.

I wondered in my heart, weren’t you here to criticize me?

What are you doing with a box?

My doubts were soon resolved. Director Zhang took out a few boxes of medicine from the box and threw them in front of everyone: "There is a new medicine today, everyone take a look.

This is the second drug specifically for hospitals.

You can’t buy it on the market…”

I felt relieved all of a sudden. He wasn't here to cause me trouble. He was here to sell me a new drug.

When I picked up a box of medicine, I took a look at it.

I felt like there was an extra burden on my shoulders, with two big stones at both ends.

The medicine this time is the same as the Bikang No. 3 medicine that was specially supplied to the hospital last time.

It is not a new drug that has been developed, but the same drug that has been produced and given a new name.

Old wine in new bottles.

But the price of medicine has increased nearly a hundredfold.

I was inexplicably frightened. These people were so bold. They already had Bikang No. 3, and they wanted to add a new product.

Aren’t you afraid of being scolded by other patients?

Can you live with your conscience?

Director Zhang let everyone look at the new product and then began to assign tasks: "This new drug is rarely used and not universally available.

Each person’s monthly mission is 50,000.”

I felt a little nervous when I heard this. I didn’t sell a single box of Bicon No. 3 last time.

There is a new product.

The disease that this medicine treats is very rare. In the past, we saw less than 50 cases a month. It is not like the common cold, where we see more than 50 patients a day.

You can't just go to the streets and recruit patients if there are no patients!

I noticed that not only I, but all my colleagues in the conference room had serious expressions.

Director Zhang finished assigning the task and turned to leave. I felt relieved. No one had questioned me about not completing the Bikang No. 3 task today.

Walking out of the conference room and looking at the drizzling rain, I felt that God understood me and knew to share my sadness.

May 2014, 5, moderate rain.

There is no meeting today, but Director Zhang has given me a new task.

It was brought by a nurse.

It's a new drug, only supplied by the hospital. You can't buy it in a pharmacy even if you have money.

It's still old wine in new bottles.

I learned a lesson today.

They are not afraid of being scolded, nor do they feel guilty.

I have a hunch that all the medicines used in the hospital may be replaced with those supplied exclusively by the hospital.

April 2014, 6, heavy rain.

The heavy rain from the sky seemed to be pouring down like a basin. I couldn't sleep last night and fell asleep at dawn. I didn't even have time to wash my face before I hurried downstairs.

When I got downstairs, I realized I had forgotten to bring an umbrella.

I was almost late and didn't have time to go home to get an umbrella.

Arrived at the hospital.

I was still late. I walked into the meeting room all wet. I pretended not to see the strange looks from everyone.

Director Zhang looked at me with a murderous look and said nothing.

I returned to my seat and sat down. The reason I didn’t sleep well yesterday was because I had to summarize last month’s performance today.

Not every doctor in the hospital can complete the task.

At least half of the tasks were incomplete, and I was the only one with zero progress.

I have a feeling that Director Zhang wants to use me as a warning to others today.