"Doctor Ling is very busy today." Wang Jia said to Huang Maoshi for the sake of fruit: "You are looking for Dr. Ling now, and it is probably impossible to do anything."

"Oh, fortunately, I asked you Sister Wang." Huang Maoshi thanked him first, and then asked, "Why are you busy today?"

Wang Jia glanced at Lao Fang behind Mr. Huang Mao, smiled and said, "I'm busy, and I've been to attend academic conferences these two days."

Mr. Huang Mao pulled Lao Fang over and said with a smile: "Sister Wang, let me introduce you to you. This is Duke's manufacturer representative, our upstream."

Wang Jia nodded, even if he had said hello.

Although she is a nurse, because she is close to Dr. Ling, suppliers and manufacturer representatives still have to revolve around her. There is no need to approach the unfamiliar manufacturer representatives deliberately, that is the work of the manufacturer representatives.

From this perspective, doctors and nurses are the goddesses of medical representatives. Only those who are the most capable and capable medical representatives can stand out. Those who pretend to be cold and engage in reverse cold treatment will only take a few days to really get cold, because there are countless doctors and nurses who are praised by them, and they really can't remember who the disappearing medical representative is.

Lao Fang also smiled shyly, met him first, and then slowly planned to do it.

Mr. Huang Mao asked again: "Sister Wang, when will I find Dr. Ling? It's more appropriate?"

"He is going to have more than 8 liver resections today, what do you think?" Wang Jia is not too polite.

Master Huang Mao said "Oh", looked back at Lao Fang, got a nod, and then turned around and said, "Then will we come tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow morning there will be four Achilles tendon repair surgeries, and then two patients with atrial septal defects, and the liver will be removed in the afternoon." Wang Jia did not hide it. These are information that can be found in the operating room schedule.

Of course, this is also Huang Mao’s model and is handsome. Wang Jiacai is willing to say a few more words to him.

If a guy who is a deer-headed rat comes over, the young nurse will definitely not be willing to do so.

Life in the hospital is already depressing enough, and medical representatives have to put mental pressure on people, so the working environment is too harsh.

Mr. Huang Mao twitched his tsk: "Doctor Ling is really busy with everything."

Lao Fang coughed and said, "If we visit tomorrow night..."

"Doctor Ling will go to bed at seven or eight o'clock in the evening. What time are you going to visit?" Wang Jia snorted in her nose, full of unfriendliness to the newcomers.

A large company like Du Ke has requirements for the academic qualifications of the manufacturer representatives, but its salary is not high. Even if you are still in the company in your thirties, your image can only be said to be regular, which obviously does not meet the requirements of the nurses and ladies.

Lao Fang, who was in his thirties, had a slow reaction, and felt helpless with a "ah".

Mr. Huang Mao pressed his face to the front and showed a trained smile: "What about the day after tomorrow?"

Wang Jia lowered her head as if she didn't hear it.

In the past two years, Mr. Huang Mao has been basically in the Yun Medical Emergency Department. Seeing this, he smiled and said "Thank you Sister Wang". He greeted several nurses before he pulled Lao Fang away.

Several nurses were also considered kind-hearted.

Compared with Dr. Ling, Mr. Huang Mao is certainly not worth mentioning, but he can see it in the end.

Lao Fang could only say compliment at this time: "Fortunately, I invited you. If I come alone, today's matter will not be done. What does that... the last mystery you fought against, mean?"

He also realized that Mr. Huang Mao really has some small connections in the emergency department of Yun Medical. At least, his mutual trust is much stronger than his.

Huang Maoshi smiled and said, "What's wrong? It's Saturday the day after tomorrow. I guess Dr. Ling is going to go to the flying knife."

Lao Fang actually guessed it and couldn't help but nod.

"I'll call to ask." Huang Maoshi had the mentality of doing things beautifully. Anyway, it's not easy to poach, so it's better to do Du Ke's business well, so that Lao Fang owes a big favor and think about making up for it again.

Not long after, Huang Maoshi put down his cell phone and said, "Doctor Ling is going to the flying knife on Saturdays and Sundays. Recently, there are more hospitals I have invited. I have to hurry up. It is probably a day's surgery on Monday. What are you going to do?"

"What do you think?" Lao Fang deliberately ignored the question of why the hospital invited more.

"It is easier to chat while taking the high-speed rail together than in the operating room. Dr. Ling doesn't like talking about things during surgery." Mr. Huang Mao's suggestion was very clear.

Lao Fang thought for a while and said, "Then let me listen to you, what should I prepare?"

"No, Dr. Ling doesn't like to accept gifts."

Lao Fang couldn't help but smile: "If you can fly a knife for two days, there is really no shortage of things."

...

on Monday.

Lao Fang asked about the flight, bought the ticket, and stayed in the small carriage of the high-speed rail business class early. When the high-speed rail crew screamed outside, he immediately stood up, flattened the wrinkled seat skin, and filled with smiles.

"Doctor Ling." Lao Fang smiled full of smile.

Mr. Huang Mao also quickly showed his face: "Doctor Ling, we will go with you today."

Seeing that it was the familiar Huang Maoshi, Ling Ran said "Oh" and said "Hello" and sat in the innermost part of the car.

The high-speed rail crew floated over happily and brought Ling Ran snacks and tea.

Lao Fang turned his head to pay attention to Ling Ran's entourage, including three full-time doctors, Zuo Cidian, Lu Wenbin and Yu Yuan, and two other regular training doctors who were not on the list. Lao Fang was stunned at the sight of this huge flying knife lineup.

5 people plus Lingran's travel expenses, accommodation, meals and local transportation expenses... A string of numbers instantly popped up on Lao Fang's head.

"So many people." Lao Fang sat in the double chair next to Huang Maoshi.

Mr. Huang Mao nodded: "Doctor Ling is going out for surgery now and likes to do it all night long. Two or three assistants can't stand it."

Lao Fang opened his mouth and said, "I have seen a doctor who can survive..."

"Doctor Ling is particularly good at enduring." Huang Maoshi shook his head slightly and said, "I heard that Qin Shihuang only slept for four hours a day."

Lao Fang was stunned and said, "No wonder so many doctors think of Yun Doctor to study. This amount of surgery can really be full."

Master Huang Mao had long been envious of this and said, "What are the conditions for helping them find a place to study?"

Lao Fang smiled: "If you have any conditions, as long as they are willing to consider it, we will help you connect."

"Doctor Ling can't accommodate so many people here." Huang Maoshi curled his lips and said, "You might as well raise your requirements."

For ordinary hospitals and ordinary doctors, it is usually a good thing to have doctors willing to study. On the one hand, doctors who come to study are all doctors who are in the political age and can help immediately. Even if they are some immature in their skills, they can learn quickly.

In some large hospitals, the number of doctors in training is extremely large, and to a certain extent, it has become part of the hospital's human resources.

Of course, large hospitals have the needs and requirements for further study. In the past, doctors in small hospitals relied on hospital matching or connections between doctors. Nowadays, many young doctors who have no choice but to ask medical representatives for help.

The price is nothing more than promising some purchases.

After all, doctors go to large hospitals to study in order to get the skills back, so correspondingly, they have to buy similar equipment and medicines.

As the staff in large hospitals become increasingly tight, the work of medical representatives to help contact further studies is becoming easier and easier, which makes medical representatives more and more enjoy doing work.

Of course, it is a prerequisite to eat in a large hospital.

Lao Fang knew that he could not rely solely on Mr. Huang Mao. Otherwise, if he got it, he might lose the order or even send the order out by himself.

Thinking of this, Lao Fang smiled at Huang Maoshi and said, "I'll call and ask first."

As he said that, Lao Fang turned to look at Ling Ran, then stood up and sat in the empty seat beside Zuo Cidian.

Mr. Huang Mao curled his lips, too lazy to care.

"Doctor Zuo." Lao Fang had met Zuo Cidian before, and now he was smiling and said, "Our Dr. Ling's team is really full of tiger generals."

"I don't count, I'm a boatman." Zuo Cidian smiled. His attitude towards medical representatives has always been unoffensive and will not be too condescending.

"In the size of Ling's treatment group, we should actually bring a few more people. It is convenient for whatever you have to do." Lao Fang smiled and approached the target.

"We just did some tricks for Dr. Ling."

"If you are in a tight position, you can find more doctors to study."

Zuo Cidian saw through it at a glance: "Why, are you asking for help?"

"It's more than one." Lao Fang said quickly: "I'm thinking about it..."

"We can't hold people for the time being." Zuo Cidian waved his hand and interrupted, "A while ago, we accepted three doctors, and two more days ago. We can't get in casually for the time being."

"What are your requirements?" Lao Fang slipped over Zuo Cidian and quickly explained: "I have many doctors here who are really eager to accept Dr. Ling's teachings. If you want to get a job or academic qualifications, I can help you screen."

Zuo Cidian looked at Lao Fang, thought for a while, and then said, "I do have a request, but I don't recognize it when I leave this door."

Lao Fang couldn't help but look at Zuo Cidian's old face that looked like a skinny egg, and his heart was shocked: You old man, you actually want to be a doctor with big breasts and a raised butt? If someone comes, it won't fall into your hands.

Zuo Cidian coughed twice: "Don't think about it, I want someone who knows how to cook."

"Ha?" Lao Fang's eyes widened.

Zuo Cidian turned his fingers around: "Look at the ones of us, each time four or five or five or six people go out to make flying knives. One day, two days, twenty or thirty or forty hours are outside. You can only eat in hotels and restaurants, one day, two days, and one year or two years, who can bear it? So, I thought about making home-cooked dishes with quick hands and feet, which is the most convenient and comfortable."

"Then find a nanny?"

"There are no more thoughtful doctors in the nanny? Moreover, we often have to eat in the operating area, and it is not a good idea to take a nanny when going out." Zuo Cidian saved the words "cheap and money-saving" and other descriptions.

"So, are you looking for a good training doctor who cooks?" Lao Fang concluded.

Zuo Cidian showed a motherly smile: "There are many people in the treatment group at present. If there is a suitable one, we will go in another one. If there is no one, we will not want it for the time being."
Chapter completed!