"Open a...clinic? You?"

My mother, who was sitting behind the tricycle, was stunned at first, then looked at Zhang Kun's dazed face, and suddenly covered her stomach and burst into laughter. The laughter became louder and louder, and in the end, tears almost burst out.

Zhang Kun looked at his mother with a dark face, and looked helpless when he looked at her mother's smile.

It was not until she laughed for three or four minutes that my mother took a deep breath and slowly stopped. She just kept her stomach covered with her hands. It seemed that she was so hilarious that she had just laughed, which made her stomach feel slightly cramped.

My mother slowly calmed down, then looked at Zhang Kun with a smile on her face: "You are the only one? You want to open a clinic too? Do you think the clinic is open as long as you want."

"Besides, just by those days of work in the hospital, do you really think you are a doctor? People who open clinics need regular doctors. What do you need to have a doctor's license? Do you understand? It's not something that can be opened by any individual."

"After learning with the doctor for a few days, I thought I could do it. Yes, I know, it's easy to have a cold or a fever, and I understand. I'm not just those medicines after changing it, which can reduce inflammation, reduce fever and relieve cough, and give injections. But do you think this is enough? What if you encounter some other problems?"

"You, it's better to follow me to grow sweet potatoes at home and open a clinic? Don't delay others' serious medical treatment. Do quack doctors mislead people to understand?"

"Go home quickly. I still have to cook. You can take the tricycle back to my third uncle and come back for dinner. Don't delay it."

My mother urged her, and Zhang Kun pursed her mouth and ignited her helplessly. Then, as soon as she stepped on the accelerator, the tricycle roared again.

He put his mother down outside his grandmother's yard, and then Zhang Kun continued to drive towards his third uncle's house in front.

He sent the tricycle back to his third uncle. Zhang Kun walked back on the way back, pinching his chin and looking thoughtful.

The three words "opening a clinic" came out of my mind and became uncontrollable. Although I was hit by my mother, Zhang Kun had no intention of giving up on the idea of ​​opening a clinic.

It has been half a month since I came back from outside. I have been strolling here and there all day. My life is very leisurely, but after spending this leisurely life for a long time, I feel a little bit idle.

I am used to running around, running around, and being plagued by all kinds of trivial matters. I am really not used to it when I suddenly feel so idle.

So Zhang Kun kept thinking about doing something. Today he happened to talk to his mother about the clinic, and then the idea of ​​"why not open a clinic by yourself" became out of control.

Regarding Wei Hongwen's affairs, Zhang Kun once thought about a question: what kind of job is a good job.

Wei Hongwen makes money on the construction site. Although his salary is indeed not low, four or five thousand a month. It is said that if he continues to do it, two years later, seven or eight thousand a month will not be a problem.

The income of this level is very good in the whole of China. Many white-collar workers do not have this income. Although the work is a little tiring, dirty, and harder, for most Chinese people, as long as they can make money, what is this?

Chinese people are famous for their hard work and ability. As long as they have money, nothing is a problem.

But when I think about it again, what else did Wei Hongwen lose besides being a little tired, dirty and bitter?

More than 300 days a year are wandering around the country, and there are very few days to go home. I don’t know if there are twenty days in a year. Is this really worth it?

So, what kind of job is considered a good job?

Enter a large company with brand influence? Microsoft, Apple, Tencent?

A company with a strong team? Can you learn a lot? Better teamwork skills? More professional mentors?

A company with complete processes? Because of the rules, can all things be done easily even if it is just a newcomer?

A company with high salary and benefits? High salary? High salary? High salary? High salary?

No, no, for Zhang Kun, a good job should be to earn enough income to support the family, but it does not affect family reunion and work that will not affect work and rest.

That's all.

Income is very important because it is the basis of all material life. Only when you have enough income can you make your family better. Otherwise, even if you and your family are piled up together every day, but you don’t have enough income, and the whole family will have a meal of vegetables and radish all day long, what’s the point?

The second is to not affect family reunion. You can be with your family every day, rather than going your own way and separating the two places. You can only meet at the beginning and end of the year.

The last thing is personal, and it does not affect your daily routine. A good daily routine is the guarantee of a person's health.

In Zhang Kun's opinion, these three points are a qualified and good job.

So how about opening a clinic?

At the doorstep, you can even open it directly at home.

With income, Zhang Kun never thought of making a fortune by relying on a clinic. As long as he could guarantee a basic salary every month, Zhang Kun was not short of money.

The daily routine is that the door opens at 8 o'clock in the morning and closes at 5 o'clock in the evening. It is normal for rural clinics. If you encounter a patient at night, knock on the door and make a phone call, or something, it is just overtime for Zhang Kun, and it is probably very rare at this time.

Moreover, opening a clinic in my hometown so that everyone around me knows that the little grandson of the Wang family is now a doctor and has a promising future. I believe my mother will be shining in terms of face. Well, it must be shiny. Grandma seems to like Zhang Kun to be a doctor.

After thinking all the time, Zhang Kun found that opening a clinic was simply the most ideal job in his mind, even better than going to work in a central hospital.

The more Zhang Kun thought about it, the more he felt right, and then he slapped his hand and decided so happily.

As for my mother, Zhang Kun had already left Java.

Do you need a regular doctor to open a clinic? Doctor's license?

Just a doctor's qualification certificate. Zhang Kun has already obtained that thing. Now he is a regular doctor. Who dares to say he is a barefoot doctor? Who? Who? Who dares to say this, Zhang Kun throws his doctor's qualification certificate in his face.

Then let the central hospital sue him, can he just be accused of the deputy director of Nanhu Provincial Central Hospital, Grade A hospital, and Department of Neurology at will?

As for opening a clinic, it seems to be very troublesome, but it is troublesome to others. Is it troublesome to Zhang Kun? Just kidding, think about Zhang Kun, a guy who has not graduated from medical school, a guy who is not satisfied with the age of 18, and has obtained the doctor's qualification certificate, but he still can't handle a clinic?

How many clinics are there nationwide? There are thousands of them, but how many practicing physicians are under the age of 18? Can this be compared?

After thinking about it, Zhang Kun felt that it was absolutely fine, so he finally made such a happy decision.

Then, without saying a word, Zhang Kun took out his cell phone, found Dean Li Tongxin's phone number and called.
Chapter completed!