early morning.

Ye Sigong and the nurse helped his father with care, and then left the ward and started a day's rounds.

Although it is a county hospital, the beds in the ward are full, most of them are old patients, and a small number are locals who are preparing to transfer to the city for surgery. Generally speaking, the condition is not serious and the treatment is not complicated.

Ye Sigong had a tense face and spoke as carefully as possible. After turning around, he breathed a sigh of relief and sat back on the chair in the office, without realizing his confusion.

"Doctor Ye, I want to ask, my father's wound still hurts, and it seems to be a little pus..." A patient's family member knocked on the door and walked in directly.

"I was about to make an order. I changed his medicine later and then check the situation. Now other indicators are normal..." Ye Sigong smiled and reluctantly comforted the patient's family.

The patient was the director's surgery, but the director's level was just like that. In addition, the patient's condition was poor and the care was not good. The wound could not heal for more than a week. When the patient's family came to see him, Ye Sigong could only explain.

To further operation, he has no authority, let alone confidence.

Speaking of which, he was still the director's disciple, but in the county hospital where the director's disciples ran away, this identity seemed to be no honor.

"Zheng Ye, have you finished the examination?" The nurse who came in the door was about the age of Ye Sigong, but she was in the hospital eight years earlier than him. At this time, she smiled from an acquaintance and said, "We have used up the Omela injection you prescribed in front of you."

"It's gone again. I'll deal with it later." Ye Sigong knew exactly what was going on, but at this moment he didn't want to do it.

"I've notified you." The nurse said and went out.

"Okay." Ye Sigong was not good enough and was too rude. He just answered it. When he picked up the tea, he felt that the tea he had just brewed was bitter and astringent.

"Dr. Ye."

There was another greeting at the door, and Ye Sigong could only put down the teacup.

Ye Sigong turned his head and took a look, but he was the medical representative of Duke Company.

"Manager Fang." Ye Sigong beat him up.

Working in a county hospital, Ye Sigong is not that tough than the doctors in Grade A hospitals. Of course, he still has psychological advantages.

Comrade Lao Fang, the medical representative of Du Ke, smiled and said, "Dr. Ye, you said last time that you wanted to go to further your studies, so I asked you for a question."

"Oh, have you asked?" Ye Sigong immediately became energetic.

"What do you think about the general extradition work in Yunhua City First Hospital? In about three months, the bonus will be given according to the average salary of the hospital, and the rest will not be guaranteed." Lao Fang smiled and introduced the treatment, but he was just pretending. When the doctor entered the hospital, the income of the doctor's education depends on the department itself. However, for reference, there is always a baseline.

Ye Sigong was slightly moved.

The technology inheritance system of their county hospital is now basically collapsed. The old director is too old and has a old knowledge structure. He learned to open his stomach back then, but because of the hospital's restrictions, he basically ended up cholecystectomy. When he was young, he also cut his intestines, but in recent years, he has cut less and less. Not only are there fewer patients who are willing to perform this type of surgery in the county hospital, but the director himself is also unwilling to do it.

Originally, the evolution and development of laparoscopy was also beneficial to county hospitals. Laparoscopy had little trauma, simple care, and low pressure on patients and doctors. The director arranged for two disciples to learn laparoscopy very early.

However, because the development of new technologies has developed early and the apprentices have learned new technologies quickly, the speed of the director's disciples being poached far exceeding expectations. In other words, it is far beyond the speed of the hospital's training.

Especially for doctors assigned to the 1990s, who were not local, and after learning technology, their first choice was to change jobs.

Jumping to the present, the department has finally returned to the essence of a county hospital, and its status and income are exactly the same as that of a local bank.

For doctors like Ye Sigong who are in their thirties, promotion has become simple. Basically, they can be hired by the hospital after passing the exam. This is a bit enviable in a Grade A hospital.

However, it is not that easy to learn technology and strive for it.

It is simple and simple to learn to open the abdomen with the director, but now there are several patients who are willing to open the abdomen for the appendix and gallbladder.

The director was actually too lazy to teach, so what did a few students with abdomen do? Not to mention the poor surgery he had, he might run away in the future.

Nowadays, Ye Sigong and others have to go to large hospitals to study.

In terms of this, the First Municipal Hospital is a good choice.

Although it is a relatively basic Grade A hospital, the number of patients is still guaranteed, and the number of surgeries is naturally quite large. On the other hand, Grade A hospitals like the First Hospital of the Municipal Hospital are more humane. If you are good at studying, you can always make friends. If you are lucky, you can also get familiar with the director and the deputy director. It will be more convenient for you to have something to do in the future.

Ye Sigong thought so, then looked at the medical representative opposite and said, "The First Hospital of the City is pretty good. That, what Yun Medical said before, is there no quota?"

"Doctor Yun is so intimate now." Lao Fang smiled, and at the same time he had a headache.

It is not that easy to find a doctor. He asked Zuo Cidian for the conditions, and Zuo Cidian asked him to provide the candidate. He could not ask the conditions and then give back at all. Even if there was less feedback, he would have to make the other party think about it. There was no certain rule. It all depends on the feelings in both parties. It was a typical case of asking the heart and not asking for traces.

As a medical representative, you cannot offend a doctor like Zuo Cidian.

Ye Sigong didn't know what Lao Fang was thinking, and smiled and said, "Doctor Yun must be in short supply, but I've only been to two or three months and I don't have a chance? The emergency department should be crazy now."

"You want to go to Dr. Ling's treatment team. Dr. Ling has fewer emergency services now. If you don't be afraid, just go to the emergency department of Yun Doctor, then I really have a solution." What Lao Fang said was half true and half false.

Ye Sigong smiled: "It's only two or three months of further study, and it's not enough to spend the emergency department. If it takes a little longer, I just need some effort and sell some coolies, I don't care..."

"It's actually good to have two or three months." Lao Fang calmed down his emotions.

"It's also the benefit of a small hospital." Ye Sigong grinned.

This is actually one of their benefits, which is that they can go out to study for a period of time every two or three years. This is also a compromise measure given by the director. If they don’t give the young doctors any chance, they will be boring and have no future. If they don’t make it easy, they will just quit their jobs and become medical representatives.

Ye Sigong has not gone out to study in the past two years because of his father, but now he has a relatively large choice.

Lao Fang smiled and said, "To be honest, if you had come to me half a year ago, I could have really brought you to the Yun Medical Emergency Department, and things will be difficult to deal with now."

Similarly, there is something boasting about this statement, and there is something real.

At least, it is easier to get into the Yun Medical practice half a year ago.

Ye Sigong casually said: "What are they stuck with now? Is their education or age?"

Doctors in different hospitals have different hobbies. In general, they are the ideas of senior doctors. No matter how absurd they are, they will be put into practice most of the time.

For example, some senior doctors like young people and will be very stuck in their age; some doctors who are highly educated like to be stuck in 985, 211, and add an educational requirement, which is not only a demand for similar types, but also a show of themselves.

In addition, some doctors have specific objections to hate. In terms of academic qualifications, some doctors hate 8-year medical students, some hate 4+4 medical students, some don’t like junior college to undergraduate, or those who look at the first degree of education to ask for people.

However, after all, the doctors left after a while of further study. Most departments still accept everyone. Those who can make requests must be strong.

Otherwise, if a bunch of elite soldiers and powerful generals gathered under their jurisdiction, they would become a laughing stock in the industry.

Lao Fang has been in the industry for so long and knows what Ye Sigong is asking, but he smiles bitterly at this moment.

"There is any content?" Ye Sigong's heart moved: "Does this Dr. Ling have a special habit?"

"No, no." Lao Fang did not dare to take such gossip, and hurriedly said: "Tell me, you may not believe it. The Ling treatment team over there has not eaten well recently..."

Lao Fang described the situation in detail.

It’s not okay to not describe in detail. If he talks less, he is afraid that strange rumors will spread.

For such things, medical representatives who are interested in taking root in the medical industry are all grateful.

Ye Sigong listened, but forgot, and thought carefully: "So, is the current demand stuck in this cooking skill?"

"That's right." Lao Fang said as he looked at Ye Sigong and said uncertainly: "You won't happen to be a family-born cooking skill."

"No, my dad used to be a doctor. Our whole family was a doctor." Ye Sigong said and paused, saying, "But I usually cook by myself at home."

“Have you done it well?”

“I made it OK with sour potato shredded potatoes and curry chicken.”

"Oh..." The hope that Lao Fang had just surged dissipated again.

He had sent several doctors videos to Zuo Cidian and some small pastries to try, but it was obvious that Comrade Zuo Cidian was very strict. Under the current hospital training system, ordinary doctors cannot practice any cooking skills.

According to Lao Fang's idea, it may be possible that only doctors who came from a family of cooking skills who had developed extraordinary cooking skills before high school could meet Zuo Cidian's requirements.

"You can't find a suitable person now?" Ye Sigong thought for a while, and then asked Lao Fang.

"Absolutely, there are no such people now." Lao Fang also said helplessly: "Actually, cooking is a trivial matter, right? Going out to be a training doctor, especially for a doctor like Dr. Ling, there are many benefits. Not to mention anything else, Dr. Zuo's request is clearly taken with him every time he flew his knife. As far as I know, Dr. Ling's treatment team now has an assistant's subsidy of 2,000 yuan a day, which is fixed. If you give ordering food, you will be 5,000 yuan for two days. In a month, it will be 10,000 or 20,000 yuan alone. Yun Dai's own bonus is not young or old..."

Ye Sigong's heart trembled.

Nowadays, doctors earn 30,000 yuan a month in a department that makes money. For example, doctors in general surgery have one subject to the main subject of shit. If you can see 20,000 yuan, they all think shit is sweet.

It doesn’t take 20,000 yuan. If he can get more than 15,000 yuan per month, he can get his mortgage and his father’s care fee in. Then he will be really relaxed.

"Okay, I understand, let's contact us at any time." Ye Sigong had an idea in his mind, but he didn't tell Lao Fang, so he just sent him out.

Lao Fang just thought he was a doctor from the county hospital and said thanking him a few times before leaving the department.

Ye Sigong sat back on the chair, began to flip through his phone, and finally paused on the name of "Chef Taifenglou".

"Lao Jiang." Ye Sigong called:

"You said, how long will it take for me to become a chef now?"

"So long? Hey, we can work more and have less rest."

"What's the point of 10 hours? When I was preparing for the exam in medical school, I slept 10 hours in two days, and it was like this every year."

"It's absolutely fine if I stayed for half a month. We do surgery, which is common."

"No, I absolutely dare not. I don't mean to look down on people. But, I think so, I'm still a bit basic. In your restaurant, I study for 20 hours a day and for ten days and half a month. I just want to make home-cooked dishes beautiful, delicious and healthy. Is it still possible?"

"I'm not afraid of being tired! Just treat me as a grandson, just don't care about your head and do whatever you want."

"Hey, then what kind of life do you think I'm living in the hospital..."

"Yes, yes, that's it. You wait for me for an hour, I'll take a leave and go and find you."
Chapter completed!