Chapter 3058: 2856 Midnight Rooster Cry (IV)

Your nonsense is too much—do it if you want, get lost if it's none of your business!" The woman didn't explain why it was about doing good and accumulating virtue; she spoke sharply and sternly.

What's your position at the public hospital, and how much do you openly earn each month?" the woman asked.

Attending physician, I make 6… no, 8000 a month," the glasses-wearing man said, gritting his back teeth.

Director Zhou smirked, he even felt a little reluctant. A monthly income of 6-8000 yuan could barely get by, plus some gray income, that was not bad. But compared to what the woman had just said, it was simply horrendous.

A base salary of 8,000 is still less than what our nurses earn here. Our money is under the sun, taxable! I'm telling you, don't dare evade taxes—with an annual income of 950,000, you'd have to pay the top tax rate.

That number startled Director Zhou.

We're a legitimate company, don't touch tax evasion. Americans say nothing in life is unavoidable except death and taxes—now let you experience the joy of the wealthy, if you wish.

Getting back to the point, you work yourself to death at the public hospital—how much can you earn? At our hospital, with your appearance and professional knowledge, as long as you can settle in, making 500,000 a month is not much. And that's after tax, so don't think I'm bragging.

In Modu, our hospital's main branch has plenty of attending physicians earning over a hundred thousand a month. We're a private hospital—making money from patients isn't something to envy; it's skill. If you can't make money, you should ask yourself why.

You can't bring your parents to Jinhai because you can't afford a house.

You can't buy your wife a designer bag because you earn little.

All you can do is hope your child makes something of themselves, because you know your life is already over, with no hope. Working yourself to death, even if you dropped dead from exhaustion at the hospital one day, you'd leave nothing behind.

Incompetent! Coward!

A bunch of idiots!

The woman's words were shocking; they left the glasses-wearing man, who had just been about to stand up and leave, dumbfounded. Those insults didn't make him angry—instead he deflated like a punctured balloon.

Incompetent…… coward……

Each of the "ifs" she had just spoken, if true, felt like a series of small knives stabbing his heart.

The harshest of all was the last supposition, urging the child to strive, because the glasses-wearing man could really only pin his hopes on the child.

You can't do anything right, you eat everything and leave nothing—you're sorry to the parents who gave you life, sorry to the wife you've spent your life with, and you ruthlessly exploit your child. What right does he have to bear this? You've lost at the starting line; others are on top-tier tracks driving Lamborghinis. What about you? You toss the kid into the basement, and the basement has eighteen levels.

And that's not all—you even broke the child's leg.

The voice reverberated in the meeting room, leaving even Zhao Chengyin, standing off to the side, with a complex expression.

You look down on your coworkers, on your brothers and sisters around you, don't you?

How many patients does a public hospital see in a day of outpatient visits? Do you even have a sense of the workload? We haven't developed yet, but even if we reached top-tier workload it would still be limited. Take our hospital as an example of the largest chain nationwide: compared to 912 and Xiehe, our workload is 1:15.

As for income? Take your measly earnings, at the very least multiply by ten, and if you work hard you could multiply by a hundred.

The company created a work environment where you do little work for big pay, yet you don't even feel grateful—you think it's improper. You yourselves say, how can you have the face to think that!

The glasses-wearing man felt ashamed…… bewildered, he lowered his head.

Damn it, you still have the face to smile, Marketing Department Manager—what do you have to say for yourself?" The woman shifted her tone and began berating the Marketing Department Manager again.

Just now, when you watched me act out the hospital scene, what did you feel?" the woman asked.

Uh…… your performance was spot-on, doctors at public hospitals are all idiots." The Marketing Department Manager said.

You're the idiot! Are my words just dog food to you? Look at your sorry ass—do you need to wipe your eye gunk to see who's speaking?

Your ultra-modern mug makes my stomach secrete vomit for three straight days to show excitement.

……" The suit-wearing man was dumbfounded by the scolding, he blankly stared at the woman.

You in the Marketing Department should pay attention to two places! Hospitals and schools—damn it, the moment my words reach your ears you can't even tell what I'm saying, right?

Send two articulate people to guard the hospital, give flyers to anyone the doctors said was fine but who looks worried—these are customers, customers! This is precise targeting; drag back everything the public hospital doesn't want!

The Marketing Department Manager finally realized.

The woman also said she was tired; she swept a contemptuous glance over everyone seated in the meeting room and said, "Smile in service, smile! Don't act like the public hospital, where they just get by—you can't! You have no institutional positions, every penny must be earned by yourselves. If you can't even meet the most basic monthly sales quota, you're trash!

I'll give you at most three months; if you still can't do it, get lost on your own.

Alright, President Zhao, I'm heading back." The woman turned and gave Zhao Chengyin a dissatisfied look, "I'll send you the performance evaluation indicator plan; implement it promptly. Start with the Marketing Department—evaluations must be weekly, and you will personally oversee them.

Yes, yes." Zhao Chengyin was already admiringly prostrated, his waist bent at 45°, speaking humbly.

As the Business President, you ought to act like one—focus on obstetrics and gynecology, and figure out when to recoup that money before issuing bonuses.

Director Zhou saw Zhao Chengyin and the woman leave, and let out a light sigh.

Although he was old, hearing the woman's words also gave him a considerable shock.

Nowadays, swindlers have really become organized into groups.

The scammers who deceive the elderly in residential complexes have already become a hallmark of the era—are these private hospitals the same?

Director Zhou felt somewhat at a loss; he could sense the uncontainable emotion of those around him, the so-called "colleagues".

Money moves people, it's not illegal, it doesn't cause trouble. Leave the truly difficult cases to top-tier hospitals; just treat cervical erosion, do circumcisions—what could possibly go wrong!

Director Zhou felt a bit weary, plus his age and body couldn't hold up much longer; he prepared to leave and go home to sleep.

Fortunately I signed only a short-term contract; when it's up I can leave—this place is too damn scary.

Just as he was about to leave, Director Zhou saw the glasses-wearing man stagger out.

He felt a bit curious and followed after him.

This person is young, yet after being dressed down, his worldview is shattered—don't let him give up.