Nine Hundred and Fiftieth IX Like a Duck in Water

In Ling's small clinic, Wang Zhuangyong felt like a fish in water.

His haemorrhage is not very serious, and he seems to be able to manage to be a physician. However, being a rehabilitation doctor obviously made Wang Zhuangyong more comfortable, not to mention, he seemed to be quite talented in rehabilitation.

Previously in the hospital, Wang Zhuangyong followed the attending physicians and senior residents for rehabilitation, which can be said to be tiring and neglected. Not only is he not taken seriously in the department, but in the eyes of the patients and their families in the hospital, the young Wang Zhuangyong doesn't seem to have any good skills.

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

"Oh, my shoulder..."

"My old cold legs..."

"My polengai..."

The Xiagou Clinic used to be a place where neighbors gathered on the street. Now I heard that there are genuine rehabilitation doctors, all of whom are extremely active. They come for consultation, rehabilitation, and visits.

Ling Jie Congee simply hung up the brand used by Dongsheng, and it was enlarged and bolded "25 yuan per time". The price is comparable to the shampoo room that once opened in the alley. consumption level.

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

"It's not appropriate to talk about money, what is it appropriate to talk about? You are not from the ditch, besides, the people in the ditch are going to do white jobs? I am afraid that there will not be a few people in this alley. I will go to Yang's to eat now." You still need to pay for the sliced ​​noodles, and you can’t just give Lao Yang his hand because my son sewed it.” Ling Jie congee waved his hand and said, “You can do rehabilitation for everyone with peace of mind. The 25 yuan paid here will all be counted to you."

"Rehabilitation." Wang Zhuangyong said in a low voice: "Besides, not everyone is suitable for rehabilitation."

"If someone wants to do it, why don't you do it? Is there any harm in doing this?"

Wang Zhuangyong thought for a while, then shook his head slightly: "There is definitely no harm. We originally did it according to the different physical conditions of the patients."

"That's it. It's the same as adding glucose to our infusion. If you don't add glucose, people think that you put less medicine. If you add it, they can chat for a while, can't they?" Ling Jie porridge smiled: "Doctor Wang, don't look at it." Our clinic is small,

If you do 20 rehabilitation jobs a day, that’s 500 yuan. It’s okay to be an extra money. "

Ling Jiezhou habitually wins over the little doctor Wang Zhuangyong.

What a clinic needs most is a variety of doctor relationships, especially a clinic that wants to do more business, naturally needs to hire more doctors.

Wang Zhuangyong let out a sneer, and finally calculated the account, but he hesitated and said: "It's impossible for 20 people to come to see me."

"You will know if you try it. The massage in our Xiagou Clinic is actually quite famous." Ling Jie congee said with a smile on his face: "Ling Ran and Dongsheng often hold special sessions at our place. Spending money on this is quite grand.”

"Then...this...then I and the clinic, shouldn't we have a 50-50 split?"

"No, I'll give it to you. As long as the neighbors are willing to come, I'll be happy." Ling Jiezhou waved his hand generously. For Xiagou Clinic, the most important thing is to keep people.

As long as everyone is willing to come, he can make money in countless ways.

Conversely, if all the patients go to Shanggou or Yunyi, his Xiagou clinic will not be far from closing.

Wang Zhuangyong sat on the small chair in the room in doubt, looking through the small door opening, he could see the flashing neon signboard with the clear words "25 yuan" written on it.

"Twenty-five yuan a time, Dr. Wang's side, and he will be in our Xiagou clinic in the future." Ling Jiecong casually arranged for Wang Zhuangyong to be a sitting doctor. Anyway, he doesn't need to pay any basic salary, as long as Wang Zhuangyong is willing to come , In a place like a clinic, the more doctors the better.

After a while, an aunt came in.

"Hello, what's wrong?" Wang Zhuangyong was in the hospital, but he was not qualified to be an outpatient. At this moment, when he saw a new patient, he was in a state of excitement.

"Shoulders are weird."

"Let me show you first." Wang Zhuangyong stepped forward, pressed it twice, and couldn't help sighing: "It's really hard enough. Have you taken any medicine?"

"No, I have an old injury. No medicine will help." The aunt shook her head.

"How did you hurt?"

"Fried melon seeds."

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

"Young man, give me the massage again." The aunt is also a frequent customer of massage at the Xiagou Clinic. When Dongsheng is here, she will let Dongsheng massage. Even if the person is changed, the aunt is still willing to give it a try.

Wang Zhuangyong smiled, and then used his hands to do a few massage movements taught by Ling Ran, but he didn't finish, so he said: "Auntie, my side is mainly about recovery, which is not the same as massage."

"More expensive?"

"That's not enough."

"Oh, how do you do that?"

Wang Zhuangyong thought for a few seconds, then slowly said: "I'm going to put it simply, massage means that you sit still and the masseur moves. My rehabilitation is to teach you the posture, and then twist yourself to move..."

"I want to move by myself?" Aunt frowned.

"Yes, let me tell you a movement first, you can try it." Wang Zhuangyong said, and then he swung his elbow.

The aunt stood up reluctantly: "Okay, you can move yourself, then you have to be cheaper..."

"You see." Wang Zhuangyong was not used to this kind of money transaction, but he said a golden sentence of a sitting doctor.

The aunt couldn't care about it any more, she could only follow the steps taught by Wang Zhuangyong and move by herself.

Wang Zhuangyong stepped forward to protect it naturally, and continued to give guidance:

"Be stronger."

"Let me help you press it."

"Hold on, three more times and you'll be there."

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

Along with his voice, there was also the uncontrollable cry of the roasted seeds and nuts aunt.

The sound passed through the door and wall, through the patio and yard, and went straight into the hall, circling around the ears of every old neighbor who was infused.

"There's a lot of movement."

"interesting."

"Sister Liu sounds like this."

A quarter of an hour later, the sweaty aunt walked out of the hut where Wang Zhuangyong was listed.

An old man in a small supermarket who often buys roasted seeds and nuts, looked at the little white clouds in the sky, and said to Ling Jieyu passing by: "Old Ling, everyone's business is not easy this year, but you have to stick to the bottom line as a clinic." , can’t sell everything.”

Ling Jieyu was shocked: "What are you talking about?"

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

Ling Jie congee laughed: "It's for allergies and pregnant women."

The old man let out a "hehe" laugh: "You say yes, anyway, I don't care what you sell..."