Chapter 292 Expansion

Medical representatives are the little padded jackets of doctors. Knowing the cold and hot is the most basic. A useful medical representative can also turn into a cotton armor, transfer to a quilt, provide small towels, and tear them into small cotton swabs...

Strictly speaking, it is not that medical representatives cannot do without doctors, but that doctors cannot do without medical representatives.

A sensible and capable medical representative is like a doctor's full-time secretary. Even if he leaves the doctor, he can still do well. Even if he is no longer a medical representative, he can still stand out in all service industries.

As for doctors, little padded jackets are indispensable. It is precisely because doctors need medical representatives that pharmaceutical companies continue to hire medical representatives to meet the needs of doctors.

The more excellent doctors are, the more excellent medical representatives are needed. Some doctors have left the medical representatives and can't even order meals. They are like people who have been in a wheelchair for too long. If they don't recover from time to time, their leg muscles will always atrophy.

A medical representative is the person behind the power of medicine——Amberson Bird Wyliege.

Snapped.

Master Huang Maoshi closed the hardcover version of "Self-Cultivation of Medical Representatives", full of strength and positive energy.

He stretched out his hand to press the window of the taxi, looking out at the world of feasting and feasting, his heart suddenly filled with pride, and he began to sing a song silently: The waves are rushing to the waves... Thousands of miles of waves and rivers never stop...

This was his first business trip, and it was to a so-called international metropolis.

In the heart of Master Huang Maoshi, there is an impulse to prove himself in the international metropolis, to bring the strength of the international metropolis to prove himself, and return to Yunhua, so that everyone, everyone in Changxi Pharmaceutical Company, will look up to him glance.

Just thinking about it, Huang Maoshi couldn't help laughing.

"Here we are. 146." The taxi driver glanced at Huang Maoshi from the rearview mirror.

"Wipe it to zero." Master Huang Mao smiled. His smile is extremely lethal, and it is generally not easy to use.

The taxi driver was silent for a few seconds and said, "That's 145."

...

Looking at the taillights of the taxi leaving, Huang Maoshi turned around contemptuously, and silently recited the famous words of Amberson Byrd Wilridge in his heart: I am still me, but I am no longer who I was yesterday.

Say it silently three times,

Huang Maoshi opened his mobile phone text message again, looked at the five-figure salary just entered in it, and smiled.

Becoming a gold-collar worker with a monthly income of more than 10,000 yuan has a huge impact on Huang Maoshi, so that Huang Maoshi has to reflect every day: Is my salary soaring, am I floating, and my income is soaring, am I inflated? ...fly for a while?

"Hello, check in and out." The guard shouted to Master Huang Mao, and then asked, "Which unit are you from? Have you brought the invitation letter?"

"I am the medical representative of Changxi Pharmaceutical Company." Huang Maoshi hurriedly landed. The credit card has not been paid off, so I can't fly for the time being.

"Changxi Medicine... Oh, I found it." The guard said "Yes", turned the notebook under his hand in a circle, and said, "After signing, get a sign."

"Okay, okay." Master Huang Mao was somewhat familiar with such occasions.

After hanging up the pass and adjusting the collar, Huang Maoshi walked in with the model.

In the spacious main venue, there are...dozens of doctors here and there. The doctor who gave the speech spoke to the camera in an unknown language.

Huang Maoshi, who has served several meetings, knows that this means that the meeting is on the right track, and the main meeting hall is precisely the place where he is least needed.

Master Huang Mao continued to move forward, and found several small conference halls easily. He carefully took a picture of it, which is regarded as a reservation for today.

Then, Master Huang Mao began to look for today's task object - Ling Ran.

For this task, Huang Maoshi's psychology is not very balanced.

On the one hand, Xie Yihe, his immediate superior, must obey his orders. As an important customer of the company, Huo Congjun's orders cannot be ignored.

On the other hand, Master Huang Mao felt a little uncomfortable.

Why! My salary is over 10,000, and I am so bloated that I have to go on a business trip to serve a little doctor?

In Huang Maoshi's impression, such treatment is usually only available to doctors above the deputy director level.

Some deputy chief physicians are ignored when they go out.

As for a small doctor like Ling Ran - his salary is probably only four figures.

The corners of Huang Maoshi's mouth curled up involuntarily, revealing an inflated smile that transcended class.

"Who is that, come here..." A doctor saw the tall and burly Master Huang Mao, and immediately waved and called.

Huang Maoshi pointed to his nose: "Me?"

"Come and move the stereo." The doctor didn't care what he was doing, and he was very smooth when directing.

Master Huang Mao hesitated for a moment, but rolled up his sleeves and started working.

After replacing the two speakers in place, Huang Maoshi asked curiously: "How do you know how to send me?"

He looked at the brands of the two, and there seemed to be no difference.

The doctor on the opposite side fanned his neck with his hand, and smiled: "If you don't move, just leave. If you are willing to come, isn't that a push? Are you a medical representative? Or a newcomer? Which company? "

Huang Maoshi felt that he had been fooled, but he could only answer helplessly: "I have been working in Changxi Pharmaceutical Company for more than a year."

"That's a newcomer." The doctor smiled, and said, "By the way, I'll teach you something, we are the most senior in the clinical medical field, you know? It doesn't matter whether it's a small doctor or a small medical representative, they are the best to be bullied. No matter what happens, it’s always right to make small ones.”

"What you said makes sense..." Huang Maoshi nodded.

Seeing that he was acting well, the doctor kindly said: "In the hospital, don't offend the older ones, and use it casually for the younger ones, the big difference is not bad, with occasional exceptions."

While speaking, the doctor pointed at the screen and said, "This kind of evildoer is not counted. A normal doctor can do whatever he wants under the age of 30."

Huang Maoshi raised his head to look at the screen, and a voice came from the speaker that had just been plugged in: "Tweezers! Gauze!"

The wonderful and special voice instantly lit up Master Huang Mao's head.

"What are you looking at?" Huang Maoshi asked.

"A live broadcast recommended by a foreign expert should be a Chinese doctor."

Master Huang Mao stared blankly for a few moments, and asked, "You said it was recommended by a foreign expert, is that a good idea?"

"That's not true. I heard that he is a Chinese doctor under the age of 30. Someone has found him." The doctor shook his head, as if he was too lazy to talk, and said, "This kind is the treasure of every hospital. You can’t see it, it’s the kind that is sent to other places and you have to invite two capable people to follow it, understand?”

Master Huang Mao thought: I don't just understand, I was sent here.

In an instant, Master Huang Mao became a little swollen again: What did the other doctor's words explain? It shows that I am a capable person, and one is worth two.

Unconsciously, Huang Maoshi felt that he was inflated again, and he was about to float again.

"It's great again, take a look." The doctor pointed to the screen boredly and clicked his tongue.

Master Huang Mao only saw a row of English letters in the lower left corner, and asked embarrassingly, "What do you like?"

"Let's just say that the surgery was done well, it's very powerful or something." The doctor said enviously, "Foreigners don't know much about it, and they always feel that the surgical skills of our Chinese doctors are not good. Now if you meet one who can, isn't it just a matter of time?" It blows up."

Master Huang Mao was still very concerned about Ling Ran's state, so he couldn't help asking: "Yes, what level is it?"

"Then you see who you compare with."

"Where is the foreign big cow I told you about?"

The doctor was stunned when he heard this, and felt that compared with this, it seemed that it was not at a acceptable level.

"His Achilles tendon repair is really good, we have to admit it, otherwise so many people wouldn't be able to see it, right." The doctor laughed twice, always looking a little reluctant to admit it.

Master Huang Mao looked around, there seemed to be quite a lot of people, at least dozens of people larger, and calculated in this way, there were more people than the main venue.

"Are they all here for the operation?" Master Huang Mao asked.

"People, they just like to join in the fun. There are dozens of people who watched the live broadcast. I don't know how many people really watched it."

Huang Maoshi took advantage of the situation and saw an obvious number "55" in the lower left corner. In an instant, it jumped to "56".

"It can't be that there are 56 meeting rooms for this." Huang Maoshi laughed.

The doctor next to him laughed at what he said: "Maybe there is a person behind one... Well, there may be two or three hundred people watching."

Speaking of this number theory, he became dazed again.

For clinicians, if there are hundreds of people watching an operation, it is a proper teaching operation.