Coming out of the dean's office, Zhao Sheng returned to his office.

As soon as he entered the office, Zhao Sheng saw that not only Zhou Jun and Zong Bao were there, but even Song Wei was there.

"How?"

"Is it just dropped, or will it be reissued later?"

The most anxious was Zong Bao, who first asked eagerly.

Recently, he went on a blind date again, and then this time it was very good, he met a good blind date, and now it is the stage of talking about marriage, of course, his job and treatment still play a great role.

Now that the salary has been cut so much at once, this has made Zongbao, who is about to talk about marriage, not in a hurry?

"It is expected that at least one year, reissuance is not possible."

Zhao Sheng said.

"Alas~"

Hearing this, Zong Bao felt as if a basin of cold water was poured on his head.

"Why don't you leave your job, go to a private hospital, the treatment is good and easy, what's the point of this kind of half-dead."

Zhou Jun said as if he had already thought of a plan.

"You can always reflect it, right? No one has asked our doctors for their opinions! ”

Zong Bao said in disbelief.

"How to reflect? Pull the banner or strike? ”

"Other departments can say that there are not enough people to do too many surgeries, so you can lie down and wait and see, do you say you can do it in our intensive emergency center? When a seriously ill patient comes, can we say that we can't see so much and let the family members transfer away? It's all sent to us, where else can it be transferred? If you transfer to another hospital, other hospitals will be able to pick you up? ”

Zhou Jun was completely hopeless, and said very rationally.

Whether it's hard or soft resistance, in the critical care center, none of this will work, because the intensive care center is too special.

"Is it all I have to do with it?"

Song Wei said quite indignantly.

"If you want me to say, why don't you crowdfund and open a hospital yourself. For those of us, if nothing else, it is more than enough to open a community general hospital, and the money we earn will not be less at all, or even more. ”

Zhou Jun proposed.

"Director Zhao, what do you say?"

After a pause, Zhou Jun asked Zhao Sheng again.

For him, it is better to ask for his money than to ask for his life.

"Let's observe the situation first, it's not impossible to do anything when it's really unavoidable."

Zhao Sheng thought about it seriously and said.

Looking at the appearance of the teacher Yu Zhongbo just now, Zhao Sheng estimated that with the teacher's character, this dean will not be able to be for a long time.

Now as the dean, it is completely a rush to suffer from anger.

If the teacher Yu Zhongbo is not the dean at that time, and he stays in the First Affiliated Hospital, it will not mean much.

In this era, the treatment is real, and everything else is floating clouds.

With such a behemoth, there is definitely no way to fight against it, but it is still possible to build a small hospital by yourself and live your own small life.

Before Mr. Tang told him that he would build a hospital, he thought it was impossible or unnecessary at the time, but now that he thinks about it, being a doctor is actually the most suitable profession for him.

The old idea of staying in the hospital and having prepared drought and flood protection should be updated.

"When the time comes, I will support it when I smash the pot and sell iron."

When Zhou Jun heard Zhao Sheng's words, his eyes immediately lit up, and he immediately said.

"Me too."

Zong Bao also nodded.

"It's a big deal, I'm selling a house, and I'm going to support you with this idea."

Song Wei was also very excited and said that as an indigenous, her family has several houses just for demolition, and there are two houses in her name alone, so she is not short of money.

What she cares about is her feelings, and this kind of behavior of picking up a machete and scaring 78 without asking really makes her feel too aggrieved.

"Let's go to work first, anyway, for now, the class still has to be good."

"As for the question of where to go in the future, before the situation is completely clear, everyone should wait and see, and don't easily transfer to a private hospital or something."

Zhao Sheng said slowly.

"Okay, listen."

Zong Bao nodded.

"Big brother, whether you go or stay, we will follow you."

Zhou Jun also said very seriously.

No one wants to go to a private hospital unless it is absolutely necessary, and people who can be doctors still have some feelings on their bodies.

Moreover, if you go to a private hospital, it is really a completely market-oriented operation, although the treatment is definitely better, but the feelings or something, then you must not talk about it.

After Zong Bao, Zhou Jun and Song Wei left, Zhao Sheng fell into deep thought.

Do you really want to build your own hospital in the future?

In this situation, the salary cut increases the pressure, and the already hard and tiring work can be said to be even more fun.

In fact, for Zhao Sheng, this storm did not have much impact on him, when the dean, director, and deputy directors could make money, he was still a little doctor, and it can be said that no matter how much he gets it now, the fire can't burn him.

Next, as long as he follows the steps, Zhao Sheng can become the director, become the vice president or even the dean.

It seems that such a future is not bad?

As for opening a hospital or something, modern medicine does not have large-scale medical equipment and related medical resources, no matter how high the level is, it will not be able to play it.

Zhao Sheng is naturally proficient in all disciplines now, but what about Zong Bao and Zhou Jun?

Both of them are proficient in emergency medicine, and in most private hospitals, in order to reduce the hassle and make more money, they will not even open emergency rooms.

Therefore, going out to open a hospital or something by yourself is just a whisper of righteous indignation.

But is there really no way?

Of course, there are also people, can a living person suffocate urea to death?

The solution has long come out, that is, to practice more.

It is conceivable that in the future, there will be more and more doctors who lie flat during working hours and go to private hospitals to earn extra money and sweat during their breaks.

This can't be stopped, and it shouldn't be stopped.

Looking at the time, it was already twelve o'clock, and it was supposed to be dinner, but Zhao Sheng didn't have any appetite.

In the current situation, unless Zhao Sheng develops the technology of immortality, or there is some super tuyere industry, a little money exposed by the fingers can greatly improve the treatment of doctors and nurses after being fed at all levels.

Otherwise, there is basically no solution.

It's just that those who enter the medical industry after that have to think about it.

But for the entire big industry, it doesn't matter at all, even if the salary is cut now, all kinds of treatment is not good, the county hospital in Zhao Sheng's hometown, recruiting a supernumerary contract worker, still requires a master's degree.

Fundamentally speaking, compared with people who can't eat enough outside, compared with those middle-aged people who are laid off as soon as they turn 30 and can only go to deliver food and express delivery, doctors can have a bowl of rice, although they can't eat enough, they should be lucky enough.

(End of chapter)