Chen Qi got up early the next day and ran along the creek behind the hospital for half an hour very disciplinedly.

He is a man determined to become a surgeon. He must have a strong body, and exercise is naturally essential.

When he was about to show up at the outpatient clinic at 7:30 in the morning, he suddenly found that many patients were already waiting in the lobby. When they saw Chen Qi coming in, they all gathered around him.

Among this crowd, Song Dahai’s voice is the loudest:

"Look, everyone, this is Dr. Xiao Chen who cut my corns yesterday. Let me tell you, he is an authentic technical secondary school student from a health school. His level is unparalleled. He is absolutely outstanding."

Chen Qi blinked, wondering what kind of medicine Song Dahai was selling in his gourd? The 5 yuan surgery fee had already been paid back to him.

Song Dahai made two simple crutches with a few pieces of wood, and limped to Chen Qi:

"Dr. Xiao Chen, this is Dong Xuegong from the grain station, this is Teacher Liu from the junior high school, this is Yao Guangrong from the police station, and this, this is Jiang Baoyu from the Jiangxiang Village Clerk, and that over there is Guan Hongjun from the supply and marketing cooperative.<

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They all have corns, and you have to treat them. Don’t worry, I told them about the charges, and they all said they can accept it. Dr. Chen, you don’t know, these corns are so torturous, we mountain people have to leave.

At the foot of the mountain, if there are corns, they will go anywhere."

After Song Dahai finished speaking, he winked as hard as he could.

Yes, Chen Qi understood immediately. I dared to think that this guy saw that he had not confiscated the money, so he spent the whole day yesterday helping him with sales and publicity in order to create performance for him, a new doctor.

He is a real person, and such a local friend is worth making. This is the first feeling in Chen Qi's heart.

The two people were still flirting with each other, and the "patients" over there were getting anxious:

"Dr. Chen, please help me treat it. It's been two months since I've had it."

"That's right, I work at the grain station. I have to carry grain every day. Now it's hard to walk, let alone carry things. As time goes by, our stationmaster's face becomes ugly."

"And me, I have to stand every day in class, and my corns hurt so much after get off work that I don't even want to eat dinner."

Listening to the chirping of these patients, Chen Qi felt extremely satisfied. This is the charm of a surgeon. With a move of the knife, the pain can be solved naturally, efficiently, quickly and conveniently.

"Okay, now that everyone has come to the door, there is no reason why I, as a doctor, can't treat you. Now you all go to the creek behind the hospital to soak your feet for half an hour. I'm going to start preparations and have done everything for you this morning."<

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"Okay! Thank you Dr. Chen~~~"

Several patients and their family members ran to the stream to soak their feet, and the outpatient hall suddenly became empty.

The "noise" happening outside has long been noticed by colleagues in Huangtan Health Center.

Especially Ni Meiying, she felt unspeakably unhappy when she saw that the new doctor had patients coming to her door just the next day.

Her husband, Fu Qianwei, a physician in internal medicine, is in his 40s this year and has not yet made a name for himself in the industry. As a result, the new employees will soon be in the limelight.

This can't help but make her feel jealous and jealous.

You must know that Dean Yan is already over 50 years old and will retire in a few years. Ni Meiying still wants her husband to take over. If Cheng Yaojin comes along halfway, Fu Qianwei will have nothing to do with him.<

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Ni Meiying's eyes wandered around in the pharmacy, and then she ran to the Chinese medicine pharmacy next door, where Li Hong was busy tidying up.

"Hey, Xiao Li, have you seen the new Chen Qi?"

"I saw him. Isn't he outside? What's wrong?"

"What are you talking about? Look at his coquettish look. He has only been in the hospital for a few days, and he already knows how to please the patients, and even asks others to help him solicit customers. Why are young people today so scheming?"

Li Hong continued to organize while replying: "How bad are the patients in our hospital? When we have money, we can make up for our wages. How great."

Ni Meiying rolled her eyes in displeasure: "Who knows if I can make money."

Whether Chen Qi can make money, the answer is definitely yes, but now there is a very difficult question before Dean Yan: Whose 5 yuan the surgery fee belongs to?

You must know that the anesthetics were provided by Chen Qi, and the surgical instruments were Chen Qi’s personal property. Even the surgery was completed by him alone. The hospital did nothing except provide the venue.

In this case, it is inappropriate for the hospital to charge 5 yuan.

But it is even more inappropriate to give the 5 yuan to Chen Qi himself.

This puts Dean Yan in a dilemma. Money is a good thing, but in the early 1980s, money was not necessarily a good thing.

In fact, Chen Qi had thought about "department contracting" which was very popular in later generations. At that time, a certain field department liked to do this kind of thing.

Even though it is disguised as a public hospital, in fact, certain departments in the hospital are contracted by individuals. The drugs and medical equipment needed by doctors are purchased privately and placed in the hospital pharmacy, and payment is also made at the payment window.<

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Everything looked normal, and the patient had no suspicion.

But the hospital has two accounts, one is the open account, and the income and expenditure must be balanced.

The other is a private account, such as how much money this department earned this month. The hospital charges a certain percentage of "contracting fees", and the rest belongs to the doctor privately.

This has the advantage that patients don’t know about it. Anyway, patients come here for the public hospital brand, so patient resources are not worried. It is a win-win situation for the hospital and the contractor, and both parties make money.

Of course, God knows whether the patient ended up spending more or wasting money, ahem.

Chen Qi had this idea, that is, the surgery would be his. He even thought about giving half of the profits to the hospital, and he would keep half of it himself.

But when he was sleeping in the middle of the night and thinking about this matter, he touched his neck and felt that it was better to save the head on his neck.

I almost went to jail for selling a few peaches and luggage. If this is the first time to set up a "department contract" in a public hospital, Chen Qi thinks that next year (83) he will probably have to eat peanuts.

But if he didn't take this path, it would be very difficult for Chen Qi to achieve anything in this era.

Sure enough, the first difficult thing was right in front of us. There were 5 patients, and a total of 25 one-yuan bills were placed on the table. How to divide the money?

Chen Qi is not a holy mother. She provides free medicine? Free medical equipment? Free surgery? And then lets the collective make money?

There is no such reason. If it is okay once in a while, if it becomes a routine, Chen Qi's money did not come from the strong wind (in fact, his medicine and equipment did come from the strong wind).

If we do that, the hospital will never make progress, and it will never think of buying medicines and equipment, building houses, and performing surgeries.

The hospital employees will also form a dependence. If they have no money, Chen Qi will make money, but what if one day Chen Qi no longer wants to make money for them?
Chapter completed!