Wang Zhuangyong felt like he was in the water in the small clinic of the Ling family.

His blood dizziness was not very serious. He seemed to be able to be a physician. However, being a rehabilitation doctor obviously made Wang Zhuangyong more comfortable, not to mention that he seemed to be quite talented in rehabilitation.

Previously, Wang Zhuangyong followed the attending and senior residents to recover, and could be said to be tired and unattracted. Not only was he not valued in the department, but in the eyes of the hospital patients and families, the young Wang Zhuangyong did not seem to have any skills he was good at.

However, when a genuine rehabilitation doctor appeared in Xiagou Clinic, the neighbors on the street gave Wang Zhuangyong a super standard treatment.

"Oh, my shoulder..."

"My old cold legs..."

"My wavy cover..."

Xiagou Clinic was originally a place where neighbors gathered on the street. Now I heard that there are genuine rehabilitation doctors, all of whom are extremely active, come to consult, do rehabilitation, and visit.

Ling Jiezhu simply hung up the brand used by Dongsheng, and increased the "25 yuan per time" to increase the price. The price is equivalent to the shampooing room that was once opened in the alley. It is very approachable and meets the consumption level of Xiagou residents.

Wang Zhuangyong, seeing Ling Jiezhu busy and placing himself in a special small room, felt a little embarrassed and said, "Uncle Ling, don't be so formal. I'll do it for the neighbors. It's not appropriate to talk about money."

"What is the right thing to talk about? You are not a Xiagou person, so let's talk about it. Besides, Xiagou people will do nothing to work? Then, I'm afraid that many people in this alley will not survive. I'm going to Yang's house to eat knife-cut noodles and have to pay for it. You can't just give Lao Yang's hand because my son sewed it." Ling Jiezhu waved his hand and said, "You can do rehabilitation for everyone with peace of mind. The 25 yuan I paid here is all for you."

"Rehabilitation." Wang Zhuangyong whispered: "And not everyone is suitable for rehabilitation."

"If you want to do it, do it for you? Isn't it harmful to do it?"

Wang Zhuangyong thought about it and shook his head slightly: "There is definitely no disadvantage. We did it according to the patient's different physical conditions."

"That's right? Just like our infusion and glucose, without glucose, people think you have less medicine. If you add it, they can chat for a while, right?" Ling Jiexiang smiled: "Doctor Wang, don't look at our clinic as a small one. If you do 20 rehabilitation a day, it's only 500 yuan. It's okay to use extra money."

Ling Jiezhu habitually wins over the young doctor Wang Zhuangyong.

What you need most when working in a clinic is a variety of doctor relationships. Especially for clinics that want to do more business, you naturally need to hire more doctors.

Wang Zhuangyong let out a slight sound, and then hesitated, saying, "It is impossible for 20 people to come to see me."

"You can tell if you try it or not. The massage in our Xiagou Clinic is actually quite famous." Ling Jiezhu looked glamorous: "Ling Ran and Dongsheng often hang out signs and hold special sessions here. Everyone spends money on it, and they are quite generous."

"Then...this...then, should I and the clinic be 50% or 50%?"

"No, I'll give it to you. As long as the neighbors are happy to come, I'll be happy." Ling Jiezhu waved his hand in a grand manner. For Xiagou Clinic, it was really the most important thing to keep people.

As long as everyone is willing to come, he can make money through countless channels.

On the other hand, if all the patients go up the gorge or Yun Doctor, his gorge clinic will be not far from closing.

Wang Zhuangyong sat on the small chair in the room half-believingly. His eyes passed through the small door opening and he could see a sign with neon lights flashing with clear words "25 yuan" on it.

"It costs twenty-five yuan per day. Dr. Wang will be in our Xiagou clinic in the future." Ling Jiexiang casually arranged Wang Zhuangyong as a doctor in the hall. Anyway, there is no need to pay any basic salary. As long as Wang Zhuangyong is willing to come, the more doctors the clinic, the better.

After a while, an aunt walked in.

"Hello, where are you feeling uncomfortable?" Wang Zhuangyong was in the hospital, but he was not qualified to do an outpatient clinic. At this time, he saw the patient who was entering the hospital and became excited.

"The shoulders are very hard."

"I'll show you first." Wang Zhuangyong said as he stepped forward, pressed it twice, and couldn't help but sigh: "It's really hard. Do you have any medicine?"

"No, I'm always injured. No medicine can work." The aunt shook her head.

"How did you hurt?"

"Fried melon seeds."

"Oh." Wang Zhuangyong looked at the aunt's body shape and expressed his understanding.

"Young man, press me harder." The aunt is also a regular massager at Xiagou Clinic. When Dongsheng was there, she asked Dongsheng to press it. If Ling Ran opened the class, she would be more active. Although there were people today, the aunt was still willing to give it a try.

Wang Zhuangyong smiled and then did a few massage movements taught by Ling Ran, but he didn't finish it. He said, "Auntie, my side is mainly for recovery, which is not the same as massage."

“More expensive?”

"That won't be."

"Oh, how do you do that?"

Wang Zhuangyong thought for a few seconds and said slowly: "I'm talking about it simply. Massage means you sit still and the masseur moves. When I recover, I teach you the posture and then twist it yourself..."

"I want to move by myself?" the aunt frowned.

"Yes, I'll tell you an action first, you can try it." Wang Zhuangyong said, then swung his elbow.

The aunt stood up unhappily: "Okay, just move by yourself, then you have to be cheaper..."

"You can take a look." Wang Zhuangyong was not used to this kind of money transaction, but he said a golden sentence from a doctor.

The aunt couldn't care anymore, so she could only follow the method taught by Wang Zhuangyong and start moving by herself.

Wang Zhuangyong naturally stepped forward to protect him and kept speaking out for guidance:

"Get more strength."

"I'll help you press it."

"Persevere, you'll have it after a few more times."

Wang Zhuangyong's voice kept coming from the small room.

With his voice, there was also the unstoppable scream of the roasted aunt.

The sound passes through the door walls, through the patio and yard, into the hall, surrounding the ears of each old neighbor who is infused.

"It's quite a bit of noise."

"It's interesting."

"Sister Liu shouted, so that's how it was."

A quarter of an hour later, the roasted aunt who was sweating suddenly walked out of the hut listed by Wang Zhuangyong in a refreshing mood.

An old man in the small supermarket who often buys roasted goods looked far away at the little white clouds in the sky and said to Ling Jiezhu, who was passing by: "Lao Ling, everyone's business is not easy this year, but you who run a clinic must also stick to the bottom line and can't sell everything."

Ling Jiezhu was shocked: "Where are you talking about?"

The old man in the small supermarket looked at Ling Jiezhu deeply: "I heard that your clinic has started selling shampoo and shower gel?"

Ling Jiezhu laughed: "That is for anti-allergic and pregnant women."
Chapter completed!