It is not easy for a doctor to write a book, but for a higher-level doctor, writing a book is very common.

In China, the cost of publishing a book is mainly concentrated in three aspects: content, expenses and sales.

The content is easy to understand. There are always things to write in books. If you don’t want to be troubled afterwards, you have to write things that others have not written before, even garbage that others have not written before.

Publication expenses and sales can be regarded as one. Because the sales of many books, especially academic monographs, are worrying, so unless the publisher himself spends the expenses, the publisher will not publish at all.

Among them, the more Chinese-style book number is the cost. The price of 30,000 to 50,000 yuan cannot be considered high, but it is already a threshold for ordinary doctors. As for whether the subsequent underwriting needs to be done, who will pay for the printing cost, it is another considerable expense.

Of course, these are not problems for advanced doctors.

In fact, when Mr. Huang Mao heard the word "publishing a book" coming from his mobile phone, he could no longer help but clench his fists.

After Ling Ran put down his cell phone, Mr. Huang Mao immediately rushed to the front and said, "Doctor Ling, I'm sorry, I heard you just talk about the phone just now, that... If you plan to publish a book, it's better to do it by our company."

"Can you still publish a book?" Ling Ran did not pursue Huang Maoshi's eavesdropping on the phone. To him, it was just a kid.

Huang Maoshi smiled happily, and his long, model-like legs swung twice, saying, "We have a publishing house with great relationships, and everything is up to you, from the content to the cover."

"I understand." Ling Ran nodded to show his understanding. He just had the idea of ​​writing a book now and was not in a hurry to implement it.

Mr. Huang Mao was a little disappointed. He wanted to do something for Ling Ran too much.

According to the standards of Changxi Pharmaceutical Company, the profits Ling Ran brought were enough to go to Xiagou Clinic to change the needle at 3 a.m., but Ling Ran had never made a similar level requirement, which made Mr. Huang Mao very embarrassed.

If Changxi Pharmaceuticals and other pharmaceutical companies did the same for Ling Ran, what confidence would he have to maintain the current sales ratio?

To Mr. Huang Mao’s opinion, helping publish a book is a very good effort.

It is safe, meaningful, and also conforms to the capabilities and standards of Changyao.

Master Huang Mao stepped a few steps away, and then stood looking at the sketches or sketches drawn by Ling Ran. His thoughts couldn't be suppressed, so he couldn't help but take out his cell phone...

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Ling Ran drew more than 60 mutated blood vessels in the liver that he had done recently and still remembered clearly in his mind. Two or three hours passed.

In this regard, Ling Ran said that the perfect sketch is still not "speedy" enough.

After all, painting is not his favorite hobby. Paper drawings do not have the touch of surgery. Change pencils, change type B, etc. are far less interesting than changing surgical instruments.

Although the finished product can be kept at home and enjoyed slowly, from the perspective of Ling Ran, it is not as powerful as a teacher.

"Let's do it now." Ling Ran thought, then put down his pen, put away the drawings, raised his chin to the nearest Master Huang Mao, and said, "Please put the equipment back."

"Okay." Mr. Huang Mao had already rushed out impatiently, just like a Labrador waiting for a walk.

Ling Ran stood up again, stretched his waist, and immediately attracted the attention of everyone around him.

"So handsome..." The new female medical representative couldn't think of any other words, just staring at Ling Ran blankly, feeling the sun was extremely dazzling, and tears almost flowed out from the corners of her mouth.

Soon, she made up her mind and walked up, with her right foot forward and her left foot backward, and she stretched out her chest that was enough to pass the investment bank interview. She smiled and said, "Doctor Ling, I just saw your painting. I felt very much that it was not convenient to send me one?"

As far as she knows about her experience, a handsome guy like Lingran has received many gifts since she was a child, so instead of giving gifts, it is better to ask him for gifts or even borrow money, which is very impressive.

Ling Ran looked at her calmly and said, "It's inconvenient."

"Hey, you have drawn so many things just now, just give me one." The new female medical representative was so cute, and at the same time, she looked around proudly.

The veteran medical representatives all looked at the new female medical representatives with Teddy's expression.

The latter was shocked. Before he could think about the taste, Ling Ran said again: "Every picture is different. Here are the left artery of the adjuvant helix originates from the left gastric artery, and there are also the left artery of the adjuvant helix originates from the left liver and artery... If I give it to you, I have to add another one."

After pausing, Ling Ran looked at the other person's face and said, "I don't want to make up for it."

Drawing is not a surgery, and Ling Ran is not patient with doing repetitive work.

At the same time, Ms. Tao Ping, who had just gotten up and was preparing to make tea upstairs, also stretched out her head and looked at it, and asked with a little disgust: "Which company are you an employee?"

When the female medical representative saw Tao Ping, she quickly shrank her bear and said carefully: "I am the sales representative of Peking Medical Technology Pharmaceutical Company, my name is..."

"Please go back today. Our clinic is not large in size and is not suitable for accommodating too many unrelated personnel. If you come here later, please make an appointment in advance." Ms. Tao Ping reminded from top to bottom, gave an elegant smile, and turned around to continue making tea.

The newcomer's medical representative looked at the others in a daze.

Other medical representatives, as competitors, all looked at the newcomer medical representative or her bear with a warm and refusal look.

"It's nothing to lose the order, it's normal." A middle-aged medical representative who is not a lewd person walked up with a smile, like a close uncle, and advised: "When I first started doing it, I actually encountered many similar problems..."

"Our problems are different." The newcomer's medical representative exhaled a breath and interrupted him.

"Why is it different?"

"You are so ugly, how could the problems you encounter be similar to me?" The new medical representative felt a breath, raised his head again, walked out of the clinic with his head raised and his chest raised.

She turned around, looked at the door sign of Xiagou Clinic seriously, and whispered: "One day, I want your whole family to use the eight-carrying sedan chair to marry me into the door."

"Will Ling Ran's grandson carry the sedan chair? Doctor Ling is afraid that he will not be able to carry the sedan chair at that time." Suddenly, someone sounded out from his feet.

The newcomer's medical representative was startled and looked down at Yu Yuan, and immediately recognized the iconic doctor of Yun Doctor.

She didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore, so she covered her face with her hands, turned around and ran away. Anyway, there were newcomers in each company, and there were many people who made a big shot together, so she wouldn't admit it at that time.

Yu Yuan looked at the back of the newcomer's medical representative and shook her head, bent down and picked up the nameplate on the ground, put it in her pocket, and then walked into Xiagou Clinic.

"Dr. Yu."

"I am the main subject."

The medical representatives who came to guard the clinic were inevitably going to the hospital, and they all knew Yu Yuan, who had obvious characteristics.

Yu Yuan smiled and agreed, looked around and found Ling Ran under the parasol.

"Doctor Ling, I just asked my friend from the publishing house and wanted to come and see the pictures you drew." Yu Yuan said first, and said, "The other party wants me to take a few pictures for him. I don't require that the paintings be very professional, but it's better to have a little special meaning, and it's better to have a little more quantity..."

Ling Ran stuffed a box of sketches to Yu Yuan.

"All these... are they?" Yu Yuan only looked through a few sketches and showed an unexpected expression.

She didn't understand whether sketches have artistic value, but the relationship between the blood vessels and anatomical relationships in these sketches is so clear, and she immediately gained the seriousness and hard work in the painting.

After reading one picture and another picture, Yu Yuan's small hands as big as nectarine couldn't help but tremble.

She never expected that when she took advantage of the holiday and tried hard to expand her collection, Dr. Ling quietly drew so many anatomical pictures of the liver.

"Doctor Ling, you have worked so hard." Yu Yuan's voice trembled: "Don't worry, I will explain it to them well at the publishing house."

Ling Ran's finger hovered over the icon of Honor of Kings, and hesitated a little: Will it be more in line with the etiquette that society expects?
Chapter completed!