Chapter 1117 Seriousness and Hard Work

It cannot be said that it is easy for a doctor to write a book, but for a high-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 is always something to write in a book. If you don’t want to be found out afterwards, you have to write something that no one else has written, even if it is rubbish that no one else has written.

Publishing expenses and sales can be seen as one. Because sales of many books, especially academic monographs, are so worrisome that publishers simply won't publish them unless the publishers themselves cover the cost.

Among them, the cost of the ISBN is more Chinese. The price of 30,000 to 50,000 yuan is not high, but it is already a threshold for ordinary doctors. As for the need for underwriting in the follow-up, who will pay for the printing cost is another expensive expense.

Of course, these are not problems for high-level doctors.

In fact, when Master Huang Mao heard the word "publish a book" from his mobile phone, he couldn't help but clenched his fists.

When Ling Ran put down the phone, Huang Maoshi immediately rushed to the front and said, "Doctor Ling, I'm sorry, I just overheard you talking on the phone just now, that... If you plan to publish a book, why not let our company do it. "

"Can you still publish books?" Ling Ran didn't pursue Huang Maoshi's eavesdropping on the phone. To him, it was just a basic exercise.

Master Huang Mao smiled cheerfully, swayed his model-like long legs twice, and said, "We have a well-connected publishing house. From the content to the cover, everything is up to you."

"I see." Ling Ran nodded to express his understanding. He just has the idea of ​​writing a book now, and he is not in a hurry to implement it.

Huang Maoshi was a little disappointed, he really wanted to do something for Ling Ran.

According to the standards of Changxi Pharmaceutical Company, the profits brought by Ling Ran are enough for him to go to the Xiagou Clinic at three o'clock in the morning to change needles. However, Ling Ran has never made a request of a similar level, which made Huang Maoshi very upset. Embarrassed.

If Chauncey Pharmaceuticals and other pharmaceutical companies did the same thing for Ling Ran, how confident would he be in maintaining the current sales ratio?

Helping to publish a book is a very good contribution in Huang Maoshi's opinion.

Safe, meaningful, and in line with Changyao's capabilities and standards.

Master Huang Mao retreated a few steps,

Standing and looking at the sketches or sketches drawn by Ling Ran, I couldn't suppress the thoughts in my head, so I couldn't help but took out my phone...

...

Ling Ran drew more than 60 pictures of the mutated blood vessels in the liver that he had done recently, and he still had a clear memory in his mind, and two or three hours passed.

In this regard, Ling Ran said that the perfect level of sketching is still not "fast".

After all, painting was not his favorite hobby. Drawing on paper does not have the tactile feel of surgery, and changing pencils, B-types, etc. is far less interesting than changing surgical instruments.

Although the finished product can be enjoyed slowly at home, from Ling Ran's point of view, it is not as powerful as the general teacher.

"Let's do this for today." Thinking about it, Ling Ran put down his pen, put away the picture he had drawn, raised his chin to Master Huang Mao who was closest to him, and said, "Please put the equipment back."

"Okay." Master Huang Mao rushed out impatiently like a Labrador waiting for a walk.

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

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

Soon, she made up her mind and stepped forward, with her right foot forward and her left foot backward, showing her chest shape enough to pass an investment bank interview, and said with a smile: "Dr. Is it convenient for Fang to give me one?"

Based on her experience, a handsome guy like Ling Ran has never received many gifts since he was a child, so instead of giving gifts, it is better to ask him for gifts, or even borrow money, to impress him deeply.

Ling Ran looked at her calmly and said, "It's not convenient."

"Hey, you drew so many just now, just give me one." The new female medical representative coquettishly, at the same time, she looked around arrogantly.

The veteran medical representatives all looked at the new female medical representative with Teddy-like expressions.

The latter was startled, and before he could figure out the taste, Ling Ran said again: "Every picture is different, here is the left accessory hepatic artery originating from the left gastric artery, and the left accessory hepatic artery originating from the liver. The one with arteries... if I give it to you, I have to make another one."

After a short pause, Ling Ran looked at the other person's face and said, "I don't want to repaint."

Painting is not surgery, Ling Ran is not impatient with repetitive tasks.

At the same time, Ms. Tao Ping, who had just gotten up and was preparing to make tea upstairs, also stuck out her head to take a look, and asked with a little distaste, "Which company are you an employee of?"

Seeing Tao Ping, the female medical representative quickly shrank back and said cautiously: "I am the sales representative of Beiyi Technology Pharmaceutical Company, and my name is..."

"Please go back today. Our clinic is not big enough to accommodate too many irrelevant people. If you come back later, please make an appointment in advance." Ms. Tao Ping urged from top to bottom, and then Giving an elegant smile, he turned around and continued making tea.

The new medical representative looked at the others in a daze.

The other medical representatives, as competitors, looked at the new medical representative or her bear with warm and rejecting eyes.

"I lost the order, it's nothing, it's normal." A middle-aged medical representative who doesn't look wretched walked up with a smile, like a caring uncle, and persuaded: "When I first started doing it, actually I have encountered many similar problems…”

"Our problems are different." The new medical representative interrupted him with a breath of foul air.

"Why is it different?"

"You are so ugly, how can you encounter problems similar to mine." The newcomer medical representative felt as if he had let out a sigh of relief, raised his head again, and walked out of the clinic with his head held high.

She turned her head, took another serious look at the door plate of Xiagou Clinic, and said in a low voice, "One day, I want your whole family to marry me in with eight sedan chairs."

"Let Ling Ran's grandson carry the sedan chair? Dr. Ling may not be able to lift the sedan chair at that time." A voice suddenly came from under his feet.

The new medical representative was startled, looked down at Yu Yuan, and immediately recognized this iconic doctor of Yunyi.

She didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore, covered her face with her hands, turned around and ran away, anyway, every company has newcomers who look similar, and there are quite a few who have become big bears together, so it's just a matter of not admitting it.

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

"Doctor Yu."

"Yu Zhizhi."

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

Yu Yuan responded with a smile, then looked left and right, and found Ling Ran under the parasol.

"Doctor Ling, I just asked a friend from the publishing house, and I wanted to come over to see the pictures you drew." Yu Yuan said first, and then said: "The other party wants me to take some pictures for him, and they don't need to draw professionally. , but it would be best if it could have a little bit of character, and it would be better to have a little more in quantity..."

Ling Ran gave Yu Yuan a box of sketches.

"These...all of them?" Yu Yuan only flipped through a few sketches before showing a surprised expression.

She doesn't understand whether the sketches have artistic value or not, but the relationship between blood vessels and anatomy in these few sketches is so clear, and she immediately reaped the seriousness and painstaking efforts in the paintings.

After reading one, and another, Yu Yuan's nectarine-sized hands couldn't help trembling.

She never imagined that Dr. Ling quietly drew so many anatomical diagrams of the liver when she was desperately expanding her collection during the vacation.

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

Ling Ran's finger hovered over the icon of Glory of Kings, a little hesitant: Is it more in line with the etiquette expected by society to click on it later?

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