Jin's father didn't send the car away, feeling uneasy.

This is his professional habit, just like when doing a project, if you encounter a person in charge who refuses to accept anything from you and gives away anything, then the project will really be a mess.

As the brother-in-law of the dean of Yun Medical University, Jin's father actually knew that the doctors in the hospital would definitely do their best.

There are not many opportunities to curry favor with the dean. No doctor would act recklessly in the face of such a thing.

However, trying your best does not mean you will get the best results.

What Jin's father hopes is to have a first-class doctor diagnose and treat his son. Even if he gets an extra benefit, he will be happy to give Q7 away.

This kind of thinking is like finding a school, a class, and a teacher for his son.

Whenever possible, he wanted to provide the best conditions for his son.

At this time, he does not consider cost-effectiveness.

Only by finding the best within his capabilities can he feel at ease.

Father Jin drove his Q7 and walked around Xiagou while thinking: The other doctors at Yun Medical Hospital are still very polite and considerate, but Ling Ran's personality seems to be quite different.

Passing by a parking lot, Jin's father parked the car, took out his phone, and started calling.

The initial plan did not succeed, which was just a little discouraging.

As a builder who has been working on the front line of projects all year round, Jin’s father does not believe that there are gifts in the world that cannot be given away.

…

The next day.

At 6 o'clock in the morning, Jin's father rushed to Xiagou Clinic.

To be honest, he hadn't gotten up so early in a while, so he felt a little uncomfortable looking at the blue sky.

In front of Xiagou Clinic, the wooden door was closed tightly, and the neon lights were still on stupidly. A man wrapped in a coat, with hunched shoulders, was hiding in a corner sheltered from the wind.

Father Jin's eyes narrowed, he put his hand in his pocket and held the wolf guard.

The black frosted anti-wolf device calmed his mood. This anti-wolf device had meritorious service, so it was deeply trusted by him.

After pausing for a moment, Jin's father slowly walked towards the man wrapped in a coat and asked, "Who is he?"

"Mr. Jin?" The other party turned around and recognized him.

Father Jin tightened his hand on the anti-wolf weapon, moved a little away from the switch, and said very politely: "Who are you?"

"My name is Huang Maoshi. I am a salesperson from our Changxi Pharmaceutical Company. I met you when I was at Yun Medical." Huang Maoshi was even more polite. He is the dean's brother-in-law. If you get into this relationship, it won't happen all the time.

Sell ​​medicine until you are soft.

When Father Jin heard that he was a medical representative, his smile dropped like a cliff. He took his hands out of his pockets and asked, "Why are you here at this time?"

"I'm here to deliver breakfast to Dr. Ling." Huang Maoshi chuckled, showing the lunch box he brought with him, and said: "Nanchengju's fried dough sticks and soy milk, with a little Fuling mustard, Dr. Ling likes it very much."

Father Jin looked at Huang Maoshi's lunch box and frowned.

"Mr. Jin is here to see Dr. Ling too? I don't know what it is, but I might be able to help." Huang Maoshi casually said the polite words of not asking for money.

Jin's father was moved. Although in his mind, medical representatives are meaningless sales, there is no doubt that medical representatives have an influence on doctors.

There was a smile on Father Jin's face again, and he said: "Dr. Ling is my son's chief surgeon. Xiao Huang, right? You know how Dr. Ling usually manages the prognosis of his patients."

Huang Maoshi knew what was going on as soon as he heard it. He laughed twice and said: "Doctor Ling usually arranges a general direction, such as medication, either through consultation with the doctors in the department, or by inviting doctors from the internal medicine department.

Came for a consultation."

Surgical medicine has always been used roughly, and even those at the deputy senior or director level are not very particular about the use of medicine.

If you encounter a patient with other symptoms, just ask the corresponding internal medicine clinic for consultation.

Father Jin frowned slightly and said not too satisfied: "I heard that the prognosis of Dr. Ling's patients is generally better."

"Dr. Ling's surgery was excellent."

"It's also very particular about other aspects."

"I'm not sure about this." Huang Maoshi sensed a trace of difficulty from the patient's family and wisely shut up.

It is normal for the relationship between the dean and the brother-in-law to be inaccessible.

When Huang Maoshi was working as a model, he met a lot of celebrities and bosses, but in the end he didn't have any connections. Looking at the attitude of the dean's brother-in-law, he already knew the outcome.

Father Jin asked a few more questions, but to no avail, and also lost interest.

The two of them stood outside the door of Xiagou Clinic, feeling the cold wind blowing and feeling uncomfortable all over.

"Breakfast bought from outside, even if it is from a famous store, is not necessarily safe and hygienic." Mr. Jin said carefully, "For those who make medicine, the key is to have good medicines and good consumables. Look at the medical representatives of some foreign companies, they are so cool.

It’s like 25,780,000 yuan, and there’s no need to give a kickback, even if you don’t use it.”

"They are a monopoly." Huang Maoshi responded in a low voice.

"So, if someone is doing technology, the result will be awesome."

"yes."

"What time did you come here?"

"You came here not long after I came here." Huang Maoshi answered reluctantly.

Mr. Jin asked: "Come often?"

"yes."

"What should I do when Ling Ran goes into surgery? He usually gets up much earlier."

"I sometimes take him to the hospital, but not every day."

"That's right, it can't be fried dough sticks and soy milk every day," Mr. Jin said with a smile: "As medical representatives, wouldn't you have divided the work in advance? One is dedicated to delivering fried dough sticks and soy milk, and the other is dedicated to delivering rice porridge and steamed buns?"

Huang Maoshi smiled a little proudly: "Dr. Ling doesn't particularly like to deal with people. As a medical representative, I am probably the one who is most familiar with Dr. Ling."

Nowadays, Master Huang Maoshi doesn’t interact much with other doctors.

This is basically the case for medical representatives who have established a relatively close relationship with doctors above associate senior level.

The benefits that a treatment team of a tertiary A hospital or a department of a weak hospital can bring are huge, and it really requires the efforts of medical representatives to run it.

For example, delivering fried dough sticks and soy milk at 6 o'clock in the morning is just the initial stage.

"What is Dr. Ling's favorite thing to eat in the morning?" Mr. Jin asked curiously.

Master Huang Mao was feeling proud and blurted out: "I seem to like wontons lately. I saw Uncle Ling making them twice."

"in this way……"

Mr. Jin asked a few more questions and played with his phone at the same time until another man in white clothes came up from behind.

"Mr. Jin." The man greeted, put down the basket in his hand, and said, "The ingredients for the wontons are ready. They can be made in a few minutes."

Huang Maoshi originally looked at the other party with a smile on his face, but now he couldn't help but become confused after listening to the other party's words.

Mr. Jin coughed twice and introduced: "The chef I brought with me is here to find some food."

Master Huang Mao wanted to laugh but didn't dare to, so he lowered his head.

Mr. Jin had no desire to explain or chat anymore. He just hummed and waited in front of the door.

Not long after, the door under the plaque of "Xiagou Clinic" creaked open.

"Hello, Uncle Ling." Huang Maoshi called out sweetly.

Ling Jiezhu looked at Huang Maoshi and sighed, "I told you there's no need to bring anything here. Breakfast is even more unnecessary."

"I just dropped by to take a look. It doesn't take much effort." Huang Maoshi smiled, as if he really dropped by.

Ling Jiezhu shook his head and said, "No need really, my Ling Ran ordered takeout right after he got up."

"Takeaway breakfast?" Huang Maoshi's expression was a little dull. He didn't expect that his biggest competitor was the yellow kangaroo.

Ling Jiezhu said: "Otherwise it will be too troublesome for you... Okay, come in and sit down. It's still a bit cold in the morning. Who is this?"

He thought Father Jin came with Master Huang Mao.

Master Huang Mao quickly introduced him.

Jin's father shook hands with Ling Jiezhou, exchanged a few words, and then proudly pushed out the man behind him and said: "Director Ling, takeout is really unhealthy. I happened to bring the chef from Shengyuan Restaurant with me today.

Let’s make breakfast on site.”

While he was talking, there was a tinkling sound behind him.

A string of bicycles drove over, and on each bicycle was a chef wearing a tall white hat.

When they arrived at the entrance of Xiagou Clinic, the chefs parked their bicycles neatly against the wall, then they all took out a can of alcohol gel from their pockets and applied it on their hands.

"Excuse me, this is Xiagou Clinic, right? We brought food here." The chef at the head was polite, and the four of them were stunned at the door before they squeezed in.

A row of chefs squeezed in with their hands on their shoulders.

Then, it only took them two or three minutes to build a simple large kitchen in the yard, with the stove fire and burning charcoal ready.

"Millet porridge, vegetarian steamed buns, store event, four side dishes, four cold dishes, four hot dishes." The chef at the head shouted, and the chefs behind him were already busy.

"Freshly cooked and packaged?" Jin's father was greatly surprised. He brought a chef over today and prepared a good show, but what happened to the twelve, two, three, four... twelve people in front of him?

Ordinary kitchens don't have so many chefs.

The chef who came with Jin's father was so surprised that he could no longer hold on to his hat. He looked at the chefs putting out dishes one by one and murmured:

"This stir-fried shredded potatoes..."

"This scrambled egg..."

"This shrimp ball..."
Chapter completed!