Li Qianghu was actually very helpless.

Judging from his many years of pharmaceutical experience, domestic sutures are definitely a qualified and even promising product.

Although compared with imported sutures, domestic sutures have just started and may not be as perfect in many key technologies.

But the problem is, the two are not on the same track at all.

There are people who drink the coffee that costs hundreds of yuan a cup in high-end coffee shops, and the instant coffee that costs a few yuan a pack also has a large number of loyal users. In fact, there is not much conflict between the two.

However, the current situation is that no matter you have money or not, as long as you want to drink coffee, you can only go to a coffee shop and buy a cup for a few hundred yuan. If instant coffee wants to enter the market, it depends on the attitude of the coffee shop.

And this coffee shop is a foreign brand.

"Dr. Su, I actually don't want to put too much pressure on you, but there's really nothing I can do now."

Li Qianghu said with some frustration: "I have communicated with many hospital directors and leaders, but they are not confident in domestic sutures. At the same time, they are also worried that being the first to do so will affect the cooperative relationship with imported sutures."

"Imported sutures now almost monopolize the domestic market. They are in the absolute initiative. A slight reduction in supply will cause a department to be unable to carry out normal operations. This will put too much pressure on the hospital."

Cutting off the supply of sutures will indeed put a lot of pressure on the hospital... Su Jie frowned, feeling how difficult this matter was.

"Don't worry, I have already discussed this matter with the director. If there is a chance, I will use domestic sutures." Su Jie promised.

"I'm afraid that's not enough."

Li Qianghu smiled bitterly and said: "The current situation is that the first batch of sales of domestic sutures will end at the end of the month, and there is less than half a month left. If we want to increase the sales of domestic sutures, we need a strong dose of medicine."

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"A strong dose of medicine?" Su Jie asked doubtfully.

Li Qianghu nodded and explained: "If there is no operation with strong enough response, it will not have a big impact on the current sales of domestic sutures, and the final results are not expected to change much."

It can only be said that domestic sutures are currently in a desperate situation. Sales in the first quarter are ugly. The company will directly cut off this project, and the final time limit is less than half a month...

In fact, in many cases, domestic medical devices are not unable to keep up with the pace of imports, but pharmaceutical companies have always been seeking profits. If the profits of domestic products are not as high as those of imports, then who is willing to pay for production?

Wouldn’t it be more convenient and worry-free to sell imported equipment directly and make a lot of money honestly?

Cutting off the production line of domestic sutures and obediently obeying the restrictions of imported sutures is a little aggrieved, but who would have trouble with money?

But for the hospital and the patients, this result is undoubtedly very regrettable.

Su Jie continued to ask Li Qianghu, what kind of surgery can be regarded as a strong dose of medicine?

But Li Qianghu couldn't explain this problem clearly. He only knew that if he followed his previous idea and performed an operation casually, and then Su Jie used domestic sutures instead of imported sutures, this level of influence should not be possible in a short period of time.

In just half a month, we turned the tide and solved the problem of insufficient sales of domestic sutures.

But how to do it specifically, Li Qianghu, a dabbler like Li Qianghu who has only a little knowledge of clinical practice, can't give an answer.

After Li Qianghu left, Su Jie lowered his head and meditated for a long time. Finally, he picked up the instant coffee in front of him and drank it all in one gulp.

“It tastes really good.”

“Mainly it’s cheap…”

After muttering a few words in a low voice, Su Jie got up and walked to the operating room.

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Suburban area of ​​Badu.

Yongmei Community, the third phase construction site.

A few workers who were exuding "white gas" gulped down tea and wiped the sweat on their foreheads with the tattered rags on their shoulders.

"Damn it, the foreman is so cruel. He insists on finishing the two-month project in one month. Isn't this going to cost us our lives?" A worker wearing a safety helmet couldn't help but curse.

"It's better to finish it earlier. My wife is still waiting for me to send money back to pay her back. She built a small building at home and has a lot of debt, so she depends on the wages from this construction site." Another worker said very satisfied.

"I think you are used to being exploited. People have bullied us like this, and yet you are so stupidly happy!"

A worker next to him immediately retorted, and at the same time lowered his voice with some worry: "Do you think the contractor will default on our wages? I heard that many real estate companies are experiencing thunderstorms, and all the bosses have run away.

What if you don’t pay us the bill then?”

"No way, my family owes a lot of debt, and we are just waiting for this money to pay off the debt, but we have to give us the money!" The previous worker immediately became nervous.

"Can you please don't listen to the wind? Our foreman is quite good. I have worked with him on three construction sites. Every checkout is timely. Don't worry... unless there are special circumstances.

There will be surprises."

"Special circumstances? What special circumstances?" the worker said, still a little worried.

"Unless something happens to the contractor, damn it!" Someone couldn't help but made a joke. Before anyone else could laugh, he fell forward and rolled over with laughter.

At this moment, a violent voice suddenly sounded from behind everyone:

"What are you all doing sitting here? Your work is all done?"

The worker who was laughing so hard just now stopped laughing immediately, turned around and shouted in embarrassment: "Foreman..."

The person who came was the contractor in charge of this project. Unlike the workers who were all smelling 'white gas', he was dressed very decently, with his big oily hair combed back, black sunglasses hanging on the bridge of his nose, and a tattoo on his thumb.

Wearing a big gold ring.

"You don't know about the shortened construction period or something? If you keep slacking here, if the construction period is delayed, do you still want your salary?"

As soon as they heard the wages, the workers immediately didn't dare to speak. They all tightened their teacups and turned around and walked towards the construction site.

The contractor stared at the workers for a while. He was originally going to go directly to the office and lie down for a while, but he thought that the leader had been urging the progress of the project, so he turned around and walked towards the construction site, ready to see how the progress was being tracked.

The main project of the third phase of Yongmei Community has basically been completed, and now the final interior decoration and some supporting infrastructure are being done.

The contractor walked around the community and visually inspected the progress of some projects. He probably had an idea in his mind that it should be completed in about a month without any problems.

At this time, a worker suddenly walked up to the foreman and asked with a nervous smile: "Boss, when will our wages be paid? My family still owes a lot of debt, so I expect our construction site to send money back to repay the debt."

Already."

The progress of the project was going well, so although the contractor was a little impatient, he still replied: "Didn't you agree when you came here that the money will be paid as soon as the project is completed? Don't worry.

You will lose a coin!"

"Okay, okay, thank you, boss. Thank you, boss." The worker hurriedly nodded and bowed in thanks, while stepping back awkwardly.

After answering the question, the foreman turned around and was about to leave. But at this moment, a violent impact suddenly came from behind, knocking the foreman forward. The sunglasses on his eyes flew far away, and the sunglasses on his hands flew away.

The gold ring was also stained by mud.

"Damn it, you're planning an attack, right?"

The bad-tempered foreman suddenly became furious, thinking that he was in a good mood today, and he said he would settle the bill at the end of the month. Why are you trying to hit me?

Have a brain blister?

Tired of living, right?!

But before he could get up from the ground, he felt that something was wrong.

A group of people suddenly rushed past him, but no one came to help him. The sound of machines on the construction site also gradually stopped. It seemed that something big had happened, causing everyone's attention to shift here.

Suddenly feeling nervous, the contractor couldn't care less about the dirt all over his body and quickly got up from the ground. Then he saw a scene that shocked him.

Right where he was standing, the worker who asked about his salary just now lay face down on the ground motionless, with a broken steel bar directly piercing his back, and the black blood was mixed with the soil and dust.

Spread outward slowly.

Did he save himself?

At this moment, the contractor couldn't figure out a question: Why did this worker want to save himself? Why did he risk his own life to save himself?

But not far behind him, a worker knelt directly on the ground and squeezed out a few words with difficulty:

"I'm joking..."
Chapter completed!