Chapter 819: then translation of title line (which is line [1]? Actually title is

807 Advising people to study medicine invites heavenly thunder and lightning.

"Hmm, there are many ways." Zheng Ren nodded.

"Boss, how much money do you want?" Su Yun asked.

For many people, this is the essence of the problem; Zheng Ren has also considered this issue.

"Money... Fugui'er, the charitable donation and such—have you finished handing it over to Su Yun?" Zheng Ren suddenly remembered this and asked.

"The corporate registration is still pending; let's talk after we sort out the public account." Su Yun said: "One is the charitable donation, the other is the fee for your surgery live broadcast—don't talk nonsense."

"How much can that side give?"

"One set is 1000 yuan. Any more, I wouldn't shout to death, after all, if the patient side's broadcast fee includes Feng Xu Hui, Xinglin Yuan would still have to bleed heavily. I looked at their recent traffic big data; I estimate this is their last stand. If it succeeds, there will still be venture capital coming in; if it fails, Xinglin Yuan will probably die."

"That's fine, not bad." Zheng Ren didn't mind; anyway, this is a win-win situation. In such a situation, how much money one surgery can earn is not important compared to the Nobel Prize.

Patients who agree to the live broadcast can have part of the high-value consumables fees waived; Longwind Micro-creation can benefit from the increase in surgery volume; on our side, besides the broadcast fee, the main gain is obtaining a large amount of surgery data.

Everyone benefits, so let's continue.

"Boss, you also suffered as a child, so why aren't you interested in money? If Xiao Yi Ren feels nothing about money, that's normal, but you don't fit the character setting." Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren's indifferent expression, felt his work wasn't being valued, and complained.

"Huh? Who told you that not having money as a child means you must be interested in money?" Zheng Ren curiously looked at Su Yun: "Never seen it, never spent it, never used it, narrow-minded—isn't that okay?"

"Okay, you're right." Su Yun said: "I'll go run the project this afternoon; for dinner tonight, you guys discuss and let me know in the group."

As she spoke, the recipient of Su Yun's last sentence was no longer Zheng Ren but Chang Yue.

Zheng Ren waved his hand, signaling him to leave quickly, then habitually wanted to find a sunny spot to go to the System Library and read some books.

These peaceful, quiet days are really not bad.

Zheng Ren recently realized the biggest difference between 912 and Hai Cheng.

Before, whether in General Surgery or the Emergency Department, there would always be emergencies at any time, and one was constantly anxious.

Upon hearing the sound of a gurney, Zheng Ren would reflexively experience increased heart rate, surging hormones, etc.

And in 912, aside from his own team's patients, other patients are handled by the Inpatient Chief and the on-duty doctor, and they do not accept emergencies.

Compared to before, it's practically heaven versus hell.

Zheng Ren is very satisfied with this; when reading magazines, he no longer needs to constantly worry about an emergency arriving.

Reading in the System Library, peaceful and quiet, time flies by.

The professor also got used to Zheng Ren spacing out over a book; his own boss has some peculiar traits, which is also normal. How could an ordinary person possibly move the Nobel Prize's sighing wall that has remained unbroken for decades without new techniques?

Time flew by; Zheng Ren recently encountered some difficult and complicated cases, so he pays more attention to strange medical histories than before.

In Hai Cheng, the main cases are ordinary illnesses and emergencies, but here difficult and complicated cases are everywhere.

An afternoon passed just like that, and Zheng Ren wasn't in a hurry to think about the Nobel Prize.

He had a plan for this, and it just so happened that Peng Manager, the manager of Xinglin Yuan, sent a pillow while dozing off. Everything before him went smoothly, but it's hard to give expectations; let's see how it unfolds.

Estimating that the time was almost up, Zheng Ren came out of the System Library and opened WeChat.

There were hundreds of messages in the group, making Zheng Ren's eyes dizzy.

The girls were discussing what to eat; Chu Yanran and Chu Yan zhi, while expressing envy, were actively offering ideas.

Su Yun would occasionally reply with a couple of sentences, interspersed during the conversation.

Looking at the group's chatter, lots of meaningless talk, Zheng Ren felt this was also nice. Life, where are there so many meaningful things?

However, when they had spoken about one-third of the time, Chu Yan zhi said that the nurse at the emergency department triage desk had been beaten, things were noisy and chaotic, and they wanted to go see what happened.

Zheng Ren still remembered that those nurses numbered about six or seven, didn't need to be on duty, were rather idle, only responsible for printing test reports and giving directions; plus patients using wheelchairs, leaving a deposit or ID card was enough.

Although they earned a little less, the work was stress-free, which was the biggest benefit. There, it was a highly sought-after position for nurses.

Looking at the chat time, about an hour had passed, and Chu Yan zhi began to chime in, explaining the situation's origin.

It turned out that after the New Year, Director Xiao began advocating a service-centered activity. The hospital office and publicity department quickly put together a Smile Service Month event in response to the president's call.

Advocating service, Zheng Ren has always had complaints about it.

Doctors, a parent's heart.

Service, that involves charging money; how much money is given and how much work is done are two different concepts.

Hai Cheng Hospital's wages are so low, yet they have the nerve to call themselves service staff? If it weren't for medical ethics and saving lives keeping doctors and nurses, any other industry would have seen people flee long ago. Not to mention regular work, as for overtime, there has never been overtime pay, and it's been like that for countless years. Smile service… Zheng Ren saw this and shook his head.

Today's incident involved a patient's family member who, after seeing the doctor, still used a wheelchair; the little nurse doing triage smiled warmly and sweetly.

But because of that, the patient's family member became unhappy; what happened in between, Chu Yan zhi didn't specify, only said the family member slapped the little nurse's face with a medical record book, saying—"Patients are all sick, yet you still dare to laugh? In the hospital looking at jokes, are you fucking human?!"

Then they started fighting.

Director Pan wasn't at home, Zheng Ren had also been transferred away, and the acting director working part-time in the Emergency Department began wanting to settle things peacefully.

But that little nurse refused, throwing down a sentence: "Work a lifetime, and in the end still be a nurse? Otherwise I'll just quit."

Then they started calling the police, checking the surveillance, and firmly shoved the acting director against the wall.

The matter was still ongoing; what happened afterward, Chu Yan zhi also didn't know.

Such things… Zheng Ren suddenly recalled that when he first started work, an outpatient doctor was complained about for allegedly trading stocks during work hours.

But after investigation, it turned out that doctor was looking at an electrocardiogram.

In the hospital, such laughable yet frustrating incidents keep happening. Throwing medicine into the market, yet constantly promoting medical ethics.

Such matters, Zheng Ren doesn't want to dwell on; thinking more won't solve it, better to just see patients and do surgeries.

After speaking for about half an hour, the topic stopped at "advising people to study medicine invites heavenly thunder and lightning."

Perhaps everyone found it boring, so they started discussing what to eat for dinner again.

Seeing that the girls couldn't reach a conclusion anytime soon, Su Yun finally decided to go eat Western food.

Speaking of Western food, Xie Yiren and Chu Yanran simultaneously gave an answer—TRB Restaurant.