Chapter 3055: 2853 Midnight Rooster Call (Part 1) (Extra update by Section Chief magang111)

"Still having a meeting this late?!" Director Zhou immediately said unhappily.

"No way, the obstetrics department had a huge issue. The matter was just resolved, an order from the headquarters' supervision." The head nurse sighed, and when mentioning the obstetrics department, she habitually lowered her voice.

Director Zhou didn't want to think too much; if the hospital side wants to hold a meeting, just go, bring an ear to listen and it's done.

Arrive at the hospital, change into the white coat, and go to the meeting room together with the head nurse.

Upon seeing Director Zhou enter, the vice president politely stood up, bowed slightly, offered the seat, and invited Director Zhou to the front.

Over the years, Director Zhou had long grown accustomed to these pleasantries, and he didn't think anything was wrong. Sitting in his seat, Director Zhou smiled at the empty microphone before him.

When working at a tertiary hospital, meetings were frequent; I didn't expect a private hospital to have meetings too—endless meetings, which I found annoying back then, and even in old age we still have to hold meetings.

Director Zhou's mouth curled with a faint embarrassed smile.

Soon after, a middle-aged woman in refined professional attire entered accompanied by President Zhao Chengyin. She wore a cold expression and, without courtesy, went straight to the front microphone.

After testing the microphone, she gave a cold, sharp glance around; her gaze was icy like a knife. Even Director Zhou felt a bit unaccustomed—what was she trying to do?

"Jinhai Kanghua Hospital has been operating for one year and turned in an unsatisfactory report card." The woman, without self-introduction, said coldly, "This is the president's responsibility, President Zhao—you should conduct a self-review."

Director Zhou frowned at the speaking woman. An unsatisfactory report card? For a private hospital just starting out, achieving something like 912 would be unthinkable. Moreover, lacking technical strength, does she even expect to reach the heavens?

"The headquarters sent me to supervise, and I'm also troubled." The woman continued, "Look at what you're doing! All of you, dressed up like humans but only taking money without working!"

The woman launched into a tirade, leaving Director Zhou dumbstruck.

"In performance evaluations, only one department met the target. I've led a medical team for twenty years, and this is the first time I've seen a team as hopeless as yours!"

Director Zhou felt a bit dazed. The concept of a team, in his mind, meant preoperative discussion, tight surgical coordination, and meticulous postoperative management. But coming from the woman's mouth on stage, it sounded more like a pyramid scheme.

"First, let's start with the marketing department." The woman's voice grew increasingly cold as she raised her head and said, "Marketing department manager, stand up."

"That's me." A man in his thirties wearing a suit stood up.

"Do you even know what the marketing department is supposed to do!"

"……" The suited man lowered his head; one could see he was utterly unwilling but dared not talk back. Arguing with his wife meant not wanting to go on; arguing with the boss meant not wanting to work.

"Your marketing department only brought in 22 patients this month—what the hell are you thinking?! Twenty-two people, with this huge operating cost, do you think it's playing house?!"

"This month, each person only gets a base salary of 500 yuan; since the performance evaluation wasn't passed, all bonuses are cancelled."

"Uh……" The suited man looked at the woman in surprise, "We've already been working hard placing ads in newspapers and other print media, and we even prepared some fans for summer use……"

"This is winter, and you're talking about summer?! Did your mother teach you to fan yourself in winter? You've been pretending to be human for decades—must be exhausting!" The woman, full of street-smart vigor, began directly cursing people out.

The entire hall fell silent; Director Zhou quickly controlled his emotions, lest he trigger his heart condition over a few days here—not worth it.

It's none of my business, it's none of my business; Director Zhou consoled himself.

"Supervisor, we……"

"Don't explain—explaining is just covering up." The woman's cold voice echoed in the meeting room, "What does our enterprise rely on to operate, and what does it rely on to pay you idiots? The marketing department can't bring in patients, yet you still expect bonuses? If it weren't for humanitarian considerations, you wouldn't even get the base salary."

"……" The suited man broke out in a cold sweat instantly.

"When you have money, you spray perfume; when you don't, you dab on cologne—forget about bonuses. I'll say it again: what I say is the final decision; if you're dissatisfied, you can leave right away—no one will stop you."

"This is the Imperial Capital, with tens of millions of transient population, the best market—it's heartbreaking to see a bunch of idiots reduce it to this." The woman looked coldly at the marketing department manager, like a knife.

"I won't go over the management rules; if next month you still fail to meet the targets, you're all screwed. Now I'll give you directions—don't think, just do as told."

"First, you marketing department are responsible for the hospital's new media—updating the WeChat account and Weibo content. Weibo is handled by headquarters; as for how well you operate the WeChat account, you know it yourselves."

"Second, your cooperation with other companies—this business is completely zero. Takeout, delivery—each courier gets ads stuffed in; do we even need to teach this?"

"Third, our company has no publicity department; everything falls to the marketing department. This avoids institutional bloat and idle staff. Go to neighborhoods and streets to distribute the hospital's publicity materials, and think of ways to give out disease-popularization pamphlets to patients who come to the hospital."

"This is the most basic—have you done it?" The woman's expression unchanged, cold and stiff, each word she spoke hit the suited man's heart like a bullet.

"But…… it's winter now……" The suited man tried to defend himself.

"Winter? Then don't come to work." The woman snapped, "You still have the nerve to mention winter, just knowing about summer fans? Your publicity work is terribly inadequate; every neighborhood needs viral marketing."

"As the person in charge, you should take the lead, guiding medical staff down to grassroots communities to conduct free clinics, and provide good service and support to the medical personnel."

"This is just the first step—doing nothing at all, what use is your marketing department?! Look at your eager face, like you've drunk urine sugar. Take that energy and use it on patients—don't grin at me, it's disgusting."

Upon hearing that, Director Zhou almost laughed out loud.

Cursing people so venomously—I've never heard anything like it before. This person is truly not simple; looks like they've been spun in the oil pan a few rounds—fierce! fierce!

"Furthermore, don't just accept any patient—we have a treatment scope. I ask you, what kind of patient is most valuable?" The woman looked at the marketing department manager and asked.

"……"

"\"MB\" you—who gave you the lesson when you started?!" The woman launched into a tirade.