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Having sent the unruly child away, Chen Cang sighed as he looked at his lifeless gaze.
When will this cycle of grievances ever end?
It had been a while since he had visited Mingcheng Private Hospital, and Chen Cang wondered if he should make a trip there, after all, if he didn't, what would happen if they got too full of themselves?
Should he go over and exchange (show off) a bit, and by doing so, maybe impress Teacher ng and gain so favor?
Having a rare free afternoon, Chen Cang returned to his office, just as Luo Zhou was walking out. Seeing Chen Cang, he broke into a smile, "Old Chen, I was just looking for you."
Upon hearing this, Chen Cang imdiately smiled, "What's up?"
Luo Zhou couldn't help but laugh, "Tonight, Da Lang is setting up a dinner for our dorm mates to get together."
Chen Cang beca curious, "Da Lang? When did he plan this?"
Luo Zhou picked up his phone, "Check out the WeChat group, we've been discussing it all afternoon."
After hearing this, Chen Cang picked up his phone and opened WeChat.
Da Lang was one of Chen Cang's college roommates. At that ti, there were six people in their dorm, two from the south and four from Dongyang province.
After college, everyone went their separate ways.
Chen Cang had made several moves before arriving at the second provincial hospital, Luo Zhou beca a graduate student at their alma mater, and Da Lang, much like Chen Cang, had an unstable career, spending a year in dical equipnt, another year in a pharmaceutical factory, and now it seed he had landed a job at so private hospital. Chen Cang would occasionally chat with him in the group.
Da Lang's full na: Zhang Chun.
There was quite a gap between the man and his na. Zhang Chun looked clean and tidy, but he was wild at heart. As ti went on, everyone simply referred to him as Da Lang.
Another forr roommate was Yang Pengwei, who during college went straight from undergraduate to a Master's program without exams, and then secured a Ph.D. position in the sa way. A true academic genius, he was now at the Chinese Academy of Sciences in the capital.
After chatting in the group for a while, Chen Cang agreed on a location with the others. It was a seafood barbecue restaurant, quite a distance away.
Chen Cang and Luo Zhou took a taxi and headed straight there.
Tonight was definitely not going to be a health-conscious gathering, but a hardcore binge. Driving there would simply be asking for trouble.
Upon arriving at the restaurant, Zhang Chun had already started ordering dishes.
Seeing the two n enter, his face lit up with joy, "You're here, take a seat!"
It had been rare for them to gather since graduating from college, and this reunion made them all very happy.
Back in school, they all wanted to escape the dorms, but once they had actually left, they suddenly found themselves missing it.
Living life always felt like waiting for the next holiday, waiting to start school again and return to the dorm.
But then it dawned on them that they had graduated so long ago.
So days, after all, could never be returned to.
After everyone had arrived, Zhang Chun poured everyone a glass of baijiu, Huanggai Fenjiu, not expensive but familiar to drink.
In college, when they were just having fun, they were reluctant to spend money on good alcohol and would buy Xinghua Chun, which only cost ten or twenty yuan, to satisfy their desire.
Occasionally, when they decided to splurge, they would drink this Huanggai Fenjiu, which cost about thirty or forty yuan.
It wasn't that they liked drinking, but sotis they felt that without drinking a little, the atmosphere never quite peaked.
Zhang Chun smiled, "Co on, shall we take a shot?"
Everyone raised their glasses and emptied them in one go.
This feeling, seed to take them back to the past.
After a glass of wine, the three of them each let out a sigh.
They started to get sentintal.
Chen Cang smiled, "Da Lang, seeing your ssages in the group, have you stopped running around? Planning to settle down in Anyang now?"
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Zhang Chun nodded with a smile, "No more running for , I can't keep up anymore. Before you know it, I'm heading into my thirties. After hustling for three or four years, in the end, I still beca a doctor. This ti it's not that I don't want to run; it's that I really can't run anymore."
The three of them ate and drank, and Luo Zhou couldn't help but ask, "Big Wave, where are you at now?"
Zhang Chun laughed, "Mingcheng Private Hospital, been here for half a year. I was too embarrassed to tell you guys, afraid that you big shots from the provincial top-tier hospitals would look down on and not want to hang out with ."
As soon as Chen Cang and Luo Zhou heard this, they couldn't help but burst into laughter, "You little rascal!"
After finishing, Zhang Chun suddenly laughed again, "Do you guys know who I'm working with now?"
Chen Cang was clueless.
Zhang Chun, with a smile, said, "Ma Zhizheng! That guy who was disgusting you in the group chat during that period! I didn't expect that after graduating with his master's, he would end up at Mingcheng Hospital with !"
As soon as Chen Cang heard 'Mingcheng', he was instantly taken aback. He had been there.
He stayed for half a year but couldn't stay any longer.
Not for any other reason but simply because their philosophies didn't align.
Zhang Chun always talked more when he drank too much, "I'll tell you guys, after I went to Mingcheng Private Hospital, it really broadened my horizons."
"And, you know, half a year has passed, and now I'm Ma Zhizheng's superior physician. Can you guys believe that?"
Luo Zhou was imdiately stunned, "Aweso, Big Wave, you're impressive no matter where you go! How did you do it? Isn't he a graduate student?"
Zhang Chun laughed, "Graduate student? Hah!"
"Old Luo, it's not that I look down on graduate students. To tell the truth, in this society, there's only one ti they look at your education, and that's when you're applying for a job. It's just a stepping stone."
"But once you're in, who the hell looks at your degree?"
"What matters is your ability!"
"Look at Cang Er, he has an undergraduate degree, and now he's an influential figure in Anyang City. Even in Mingcheng Hospital, I hear the boss constantly talking about how Chen Cang studied with us at Mingcheng for half a year!"
"The key is to adapt to the environnt, no matter if you're in a system or an organization, it's all the sa."
"The environnt in Mingcheng might not suit you guys, but for , I find it quite acceptable. Now, I'm in charge of half a departnt, a deputy director!"
This speech piqued Luo Zhou's curiosity, and he couldn't help but ask, "How did you manage to do that?"
Chen Cang, thinking of Mingcheng's chanisms, couldn't help but chuckle. Indeed, perhaps Zhang Chun, with his rich social experience and years in sales, understood patient psychology better than most doctors do.
Zhang Chun, still smiling, said, "When I got there, the hospital director gave each of us a 'Managent Manual' and told us that here we don't have patients, only custors, and the custor is God!"
"What they're doing isn't just healthcare; it's marketing first, service second, and dical treatnt last."
Chen Cang nodded, that was indeed the case. Recalling his past experiences, he said, "When I first went to Mingcheng Hospital, a few patients ca. Honestly, their issues were not serious, and moreover, the patients didn't co on their own—they were brought in by the marketing departnt!"
"I once had a post-orthopedic patient. I prescribed dicine worth 50 yuan and gave so advice. For another, a late-stage stomach cancer patient, I prescribed painkillers worth 30 yuan. And for the last one, a person with depression, I just gave so counseling and charged a 10 yuan registration fee; the director scolded for a long ti afterward."
As soon as Zhang Chun heard this, he couldn't help but laugh, "Cang Er, you're lucky it was the director scolding you. Otherwise, there would be plenty more people scolding you."
"The marketing departnt brings in a patient, and they expect a cut. How are they supposed to take a cut from your 50 yuan?"
Chen Cang nodded, "Another ti, a patient ca in after a major stomach resection—a woman in her forties who looked very wealthy. I told her she didn't need to take much dicine now, just needed to rest."
"But she asked if I could prescribe so 'better' dicine. I prescribed a stomach-protecting drug, an expensive one, over 50 yuan a box, and gave her two boxes."
"Yet, when she went downstairs, she didn't even pick up the dicine; she just got up and left!"
Zhang Chun asked, "Do you know why?"
Chen Cang nodded, "At the ti I didn't know, but later I found out."
"At first, I thought maybe the patient felt that what I said made sense, that resting would be enough and there was no need for dicine."
"But then I thought about it more carefully and realized it was because she felt that your 100 yuan prescription couldn't satisfy her psychological needs!"
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