Chapter 530 Competitors

Jin's father didn't send the car out, feeling all kinds of uneasy in his heart.

This is his professional habit, just like when he was doing a project, if he met a person in charge who didn't accept what he gave or didn't want what he gave, then the project would really be a pain in the ass.

As the brother-in-law of the dean of Yun Medical University, Father Jin 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 mess around in front of such a thing.

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

What Jin's father hoped was to let a first-class doctor treat his son. Even if it would give him a little more benefit, he would be willing to give away the Q7 if he really gave it away.

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

As long as possible, he wants to provide the best conditions for his son.

At this time, he doesn't consider cost performance.

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

Father Jin drove his Q7, wandering around the ditch and thinking: The other doctors in Yunyi are very polite and sincere, but Ling Ran seems to have a quite different personality.

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

It was only slightly discouraging that the initial plan was not successful.

As a builder who has been fighting on the front line of projects all year round, Father Jin does not believe that there are still gifts in the world that cannot be given.

...

the next day.

At 6 o'clock in the morning, Father Jin arrived at the Xiagou Clinic.

To be honest, he hadn't woken up so early for a while, so looking at the blue sky, he was still a little uncomfortable.

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

Father Jin stared intently, put his hands in his pockets, and pinched the anti-wolf device.

Anti-wolf with black matte surface,

Let his mood settle down. This anti-wolf device has made meritorious service, so it has won its trust.

After a short pause, Jin's father slowly walked towards the man wrapped in a coat, and asked, "Who is it?"

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

Father Jin clenched the hand of the anti-wolf device, moved away from the switch a little bit, and said very politely: "You are?"

"My name is Huang Maoshi. I'm the salesman of our Changxi Provincial Pharmaceutical Company. I met you when I was in Yunyi." Huang Maoshi was more polite, the dean's brother-in-law, if this relationship is established, it will not be a day and night Selling medicine is getting soft.

When Father Jin heard that he was a medical representative, his smile collapsed like a cliff, and he took his hand out of his pocket, and asked, "Why are you here at this time?"

"I'm here to deliver breakfast to Dr. Ling." Master Huang Mao laughed, revealing the lunch box he was carrying 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 Master Huang Mao's lunch box and frowned.

"Boss Jin also came to see Dr. Ling? I don't know what it is, maybe I can help." Huang Maoshi casually let out polite words that don't require money.

Father Jin's heart moved. Although in his mind, medical representatives were meaningless salesmen, the influence of medical representatives on doctors was unquestionable.

A smile appeared 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 patients."

Master Huang Mao knew what was going on as soon as he heard it, he laughed twice, and said: "Dr. Come for a consultation."

Surgical medicine has always been rough, even at the deputy high or director level, they are not too particular about medicine.

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

Father Jin frowned slightly, and said in a dissatisfied way: "I heard that the prognosis of Dr. Ling's patients is generally better."

"Dr. Ling's surgery was done well."

"There are other aspects to pay attention to."

"I'm not too sure about that." Master Huang Mao sensed the difficulty of the patient's family, and shut up wisely.

It's normal that the dean's brother-in-law's relationship cannot be reached.

When Huang Maoshi was working as a model, he also met many celebrities and bosses, but in the end he didn't get a relationship with them. Looking at the dean's brother-in-law's attitude now, he can predict the result.

Father Jin asked a few more questions, but there was no result, and he also lost interest.

The two stood outside the door of the Xiagou Clinic, feeling uncomfortable with the cold wind blowing.

"Breakfast bought outside, even if it is a famous store, is not necessarily safe and hygienic." Mr. Jin said carefully, "The key to medicine is good medicine and consumables. You see, some foreign company pharmaceutical representatives Like 25,780,000, there is no need to give kickbacks, even if you don’t use it.”

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

"So, if someone else is doing technology, it will be awesome if they make it."

"yes."

"What time did you come?"

"Not long after you came here, you came here." Huang Maoshi replied unwillingly.

Mr. Jin asked: "Do you come here often?"

"yes."

"What will happen when Ling Ran is undergoing surgery? He usually gets up much earlier."

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

"That's right, it's impossible to have fried dough sticks and soy milk every day, right?" Mr. Jin said with a smile: "Wouldn't it be possible for you to be medical representatives with a division of labor in advance? One is dedicated to delivering fried dough sticks and soy milk, and the other is dedicated to delivering porridge and steamed buns?"

Master Huang Mao smiled a little proudly: "Dr. Ling doesn't particularly like to deal with people. As for the medical representative, I should be the most familiar with Dr. Ling."

Nowadays, Master Huang Mao doesn't have much to do with other doctors.

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

The benefits that a treatment group of a tertiary hospital or a department of a weak chicken hospital can bring are huge, and it really requires the painstaking efforts of medical representatives to manage it.

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

"What's Doctor Ling's favorite thing to eat in the morning?" Boss Jin asked curiously.

Huang Maoshi was proud, and blurted out: "Lately, I seem to like eating wontons. I see that Uncle Ling has made them twice."

"in this way……"

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

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

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

Mr. Jin coughed twice, and introduced: "The chef I brought, come over to find something to eat."

Huang Maoshi wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh and lowered his head.

President Jin didn't have any desire to explain or chat any more, so he hummed twice and waited in front of the door.

Not long after, the door under the plaque of "Xiagou Clinic" opened with a creak.

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

Ling Jiecong looked at Master Huang Mao and sighed, "They said they don't need to bring things here. There's no need for breakfast."

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

Ling Jiecong shook his head and said, "It's really unnecessary, my family Ling Ran ordered takeaway as soon as he got up."

"Takeaway breakfast?" Huang Maoshi's expression was a little dumbfounded. He didn't expect that his biggest competitor Huang Maoshi turned out to be a yellow kangaroo.

Ling Jie congee said: "Otherwise it will be too much trouble for you... Okay, come in and have a seat, it's still a bit chilly in the morning, who is this?"

He thought Father Jin came with Master Huang Mao.

Master Huang Mao hurriedly gave an introduction.

Father Jin and Ling Jie congee shook hands, exchanged a few words of greeting, then proudly pushed out the man behind him, saying: "Director Ling, takeout is really unhealthy, I happened to bring the chef from Shengyuan Restaurant today, let's Let’s have breakfast on the spot.”

While speaking, there was a jingling sound behind him.

A bunch 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 stopped their bicycles neatly against the wall, then took out a can of alcohol gel from their pockets and applied them on their hands.

"Excuse me, it's the Xiagou Clinic, right? We delivered the food." The chef at the head was polite, and the four of them were stunned at the door, and squeezed in.

A row of chefs squeezed in, shoulder to shoulder.

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

"Millet porridge, vegetarian steamed stuffed buns, shop activities, free four side dishes, four cold dishes, four hot dishes." The first chef shouted, and the chefs behind him were already busy.

"Freshly cooked and wrapped?" Jin's father was very surprised. He brought a chef here today, and he was preparing to put on a show, but there were one, two, three, four... twelve people in front of him. What happened?

In general kitchens, there are not so many chefs.

The chef who came with Jin's father couldn't even wear his hat in astonishment. He watched the chefs lay out dishes one by one, and murmured:

"This stir-fried potato shreds..."

"This scrambled egg..."

"This shrimp ball..."

"What kind of place is this..."