"Xiao Han, since it was Mrs. Hong's greeting, I might as well tell you clearly." Qiu Yimin leaned back slightly, held his glasses with his right hand, and said earnestly: "According to the situation of our school, it is at least a graduate student to graduate. It is almost impossible to formally organize the company. Of course, it is impossible for a serious graduate student to come."

Han Xiangyang said calmly: "Director Qiu, I know all of these. After five years of the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, I still have some understanding of the future employment situation."

Qiu Yimin raised his eyebrows slightly, "The treatment of our hospital... is not afraid of jokes from outsiders. Even the salary of resident doctors is very low. Speaking of which, it is a second-grade hospital, but most of the doctors in our Chinese medicine hospitals...the actual income is not as good as that of some township health centers in our city."

Han Xiangyang remained silent. Before he decided to apply for the job at Hanyang Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, he had conducted some investigation and understanding.

Handanyang Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital is a county-level second-level hospital. A local forum has experienced a salary slip, with a basic salary of 880, and the bonus in the first three years can only be obtained by 50%. In addition, the total benefits are estimated to be only about 2,500.

Although Handanyang is a county-level city, its consumption index ranks high in the entire Dongjiang Province, and it is a city with relatively distorted consumption.

Even if you order a bowl of cabbage at a small stir-fry stall for at least ten yuan, you can’t talk about fish, meat and meat dishes. This salary is in Handanyang, and to be honest, you can only live a life of mercy.

But who told him to choose the subject of traditional Chinese medicine? It’s useless to study, right? Not to mention the five years of college, how much tuition and living expenses his family spent for him? Otherwise, like some of his classmates, choosing to go to a pharmaceutical company to do sales, QC, or pharmacology research is better than working in a traditional Chinese medicine hospital.

Speaking of which, he is not lucky.

Hun Galun made a promise that when he graduated from university, he recommended him to go to the Provincial Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital and take the course of teacher education. Following the famous doctor Hun Galun, a famous doctor from the Provincial Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, all his personal resources are ready-made, big hospitals and good teachers. Many young and middle-aged doctors today take this path.

But man's calculations are not as good as God's calculations. As graduation approaches, Hurghalen left behind due to a car accident.

All the promises and arrangements are as straight as the east.

In addition, the family's financial problems made him have no choice.

Qiu Yimin said earnestly: "Traditional medicine is a late-mature profession, which is later than Western medicine. It requires a long-term accumulation of patients. If the patients have more experience, they will be richer. The cure rate is high, and there will be more patients. Only by word of mouth can they form a virtuous cycle. Xiao Han! If you study hard and the conditions allow, I suggest you study for masters and doctoral students..."

Han Xiangyang shook his head slightly, "The current conditions at home are not very permitted."

Qiu Yimin sighed, sat upright, with a slight helpless look on his face, "Then... work in our hospital for a year first, and strive to get a certificate of assistant physician qualification next year, and then make plans."

"Thank you, Dean Qiu!" Han Xiangyang stood up and bowed slightly.

"Sit, sit down." No one doesn't like polite people. Qiu Yimin looked at this handsome and elegant young man and pondered for a while. "If you want to say that the orthopedic department of our hospital is still good, but the orthopedic doctor has long been saturated and cannot recruit people at all. The remaining departments such as internal and external women and children have acupuncture, not to mention the benefits. In this case, there have been no new recruitment of traditional Chinese medicine professionals for two years, and there are fewer opportunities for undergraduates to turn..."

"As for me, I am just a deputy leader of the Chinese Medicine Hospital. I can't count completely. At present, the only department that can guarantee that you can go to is gynecology. If you don't choose, what about going to gynecology for the time being? First, get familiar with it for two months, and then try to arrange your rotation as much as possible."

Gynecology? It means that he has to deal with menstrual diseases, infertility, menopausal syndrome, and various gynecological inflammation for a long time.

People who don’t understand can still rely on imagination to watch young beauties take off their clothes every day, but industry insiders know that young women have very few chances of gynecological diseases. Generally speaking, what they need to see is the organs of middle-aged and elderly women with lesions and smell all kinds of unpleasant smells, especially young male doctors. Over time, the probability of mental illness is very high.

But.

Does he have a choice?

Han Xiangyang said, "When will I come to report?"

"It depends on your convenience. It can be done in three or five days or a week. I will go and say hello tomorrow." Qiu Yimin has been playing big sticks. Seeing that Han Xiangyang had made up his mind, he could only throw a sweet date and encouraged him: "Three hundred and sixty professions, and every profession will be top scorers! If you really study the traditional Chinese medicine profession, there is still hope. Internships, more experience and more practice are the hard truth."

"Then I'll report tomorrow morning." Han Xiangyang stood up and said politely again: "Thank you, Dean Qiu!"

Qiu Yimin sat on the chair and raised his hand slightly, "Do it well! Don't disappoint your teacher's wife."

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After walking out of the dean's office and down a floor, Han Xiangyang took out his cell phone.

While talking to Dean Qiu, the mobile phone, which had set the vibration mode in advance, vibrated four or five times in a row.

Han Xiangyang picked up his cell phone and looked through the call number. It was called by his mother Liu Xiaolan. He was about to call back, but unexpectedly, a middle-aged woman behind him was carrying a black convenience bag and hurriedly hit Han Xiangyang's arm.

"Bang!"

The cell phone in his hand fell to the ground.

The two of them were stunned for a moment.

Seeing the cracked LCD screen glass on the white floor, the woman shook her head in panic, "The cloth is about the matter... the cloth is the cloth..."

Han Xiangyang looked at her and his open mouth closed instantly.

It was midsummer and August. The woman was wearing a morsel red floral short-sleeved shirt, a pair of half-old sports trousers, plastic sandals, and her hair was sparse and messy. A few strands of hair were hanging down on her forehead. Her face was slightly sallow, and sweat beads covered with several circles of wrinkled ditches on her forehead. Her eyes were filled with guilt and panic, and even a hint of worries.

But in an instant, the look became firm and outstanding again, and the tone was hard, "It's not that you lost it yourself... You can't steal it!"

Han Xiangyang frowned slightly, and his tone was gentle, "Auntie is the patient or the patient's family?"

"Family...Family, the one in the family has liver cancer..." The woman's eyes once again showed gloom and sorrow.

Han Xiangyang knew that most of the people who chose to come to Chinese medicine for cancer treatment were chosen by Western medicine after no treatment methods, or those with poor economic conditions were poor. The former was mostly waiting to die in the hospital ward; the latter was extremely rare.

His mobile phone was a birthday gift given to him by his mother last year. The latest model is that even if the external screen is replaced, it will cost at least 700 to 800 yuan.

"Well! It's true that I'm careless and it has nothing to do with you. You're going to take care of the patient." Han Xiangyang squatted on the ground and picked up the cell phone with broken glass on the outer screen.

The middle-aged woman was like a general amnesty and ran forward with a convenience bag.

Han Xiangyang looked up at the woman's stumbled back, and his fingers were accidentally scratched by the broken outer screen, and he was bleeding instantly.

Han Xiangyang immediately took out a tissue and pressed the blood vessels of the bleeding fingers to stop the bleeding. At the same time, he pressed the bleeding fingers with the tissue and pointed the fingers in the direction above.

A "Ding Bang!" suddenly sounded in his mind.

"If a user of the diagnosis and treatment system that meets specific conditions is detected, please activate the system! If you answer to activate it, you can get points for the system..."

The mechanical sound played in his mind. Han Xiangyang rubbed his temples and did not take it seriously. He thought he had hallucinations and used his feet to put the broken glass into the corner of the wall. He found the bathroom in the corridor, took a broom mop and a cushion to the corridor, and lowered his head to clean.

"Hey! Who is this person?"

"I don't know you, I don't seem to be a cleaner in our hospital..."

"Enthian family or patient?"

“Now, it is rare for families and patients who clean the corridors…”

Han Xiangyang looked up and two dazzling white coats.

Two young nurses holding tray needles in their hands saw Han Xiangyang standing upright, and their eyes flashed with small stars.

Wow! So handsome!! More eye-catching than the young and handsome guy in the idol drama yesterday!

The young nurse saw Han Xiangyang's clear eyes, and the footsteps that had originally detoured by were stopped and blurted out, "This little brother... Our yard has a special cleaning staff, be careful to cut your hand..."

Another 27 or 28-year-old nurse paused on Han Xiangyang's face, then glanced at the young companion with a pink face, and laughed, "I finally saw the side of our always careless little Dongdong Zhinu Zhiren Zhiren. Why don't you just help this little brother clean..."

Han Xiangyang was stunned for a moment and smiled. The sunlight suddenly filled the hearts of two white coats.

"It's okay, I accidentally dropped my phone, so I should clean it up."

Yin Dongdong, a young nurse who just joined the company last year, is 19 years old this year. She is the age of a young girl who is in love with spring. She usually treats male patients and male doctors with different colors. She has read a lot and has also heard a lot of "jokes". Some aspects of "mind" have been refined into steel and rarely blush.

But today I felt that my heart and body were soft. She blushed and said softly, "I'll help you, you don't know where the garbage is poured, right?"

"Thank you! I'll do it myself..." Han Xiangyang lowered his head and swept the garbage into the cushion.

The mature nurse nodded at the at a loss of Nurse Miaonian and signaled her to take the initiative. Just when Yin Dongdong was hesitating whether he should pick up the mop or pick up the basket, the mature nurse Hu Ying asked her to "spoke" and "Hey! Are you a patient's family or are you visiting the patient in the hospital?"

Han Xiangyang straightened his waist and said in a gentle tone, "We should be colleagues. We just came to the Chinese Medicine Hospital to report today. My name is Han Xiangyang..."

Yin Dongdong held the tray and couldn't help but cheer with surprise—

Han Xiangyang looked at her in surprise. The young nurse quickly reached out to cover her mouth, and was so surprised that she was almost nonsense, "I'm sorry! Sorry, I'm just... just..."

Hu Ying was considered a woman who had seen the "scene" and repeatedly said: "Welcome! Welcome new colleagues!"

The little nurse who regretted her frivolous behavior just now was thinking of a welcome speech, but unexpectedly, a woman's cry came from the side of the corridor, "Nurse, nurse, change the dressings on the fifteenth bed, and the potion has been taken, where are you!"

She hurriedly turned around in her arms, "Here, come..."

Only Hu Ying and Han Xiangyang were left in the aisle.

"Han Xiang, Yang... are you a new college student?" Hu Ying's eyes were a little curious. She was considered an "old employee" in the hospital. In recent years, except for the newly recruited nurses and short-term interns in the hospital, it seems that she has never seen the new doctor.

“Yes, I just graduated this year!”

"Graduate from a master's degree?" Hu Ying's eyes showed a little doubt.

"Undergraduate, Dongjiang University of Traditional Chinese Medicine." Han Xiangyang answered, picked up the mop and carefully mopped the ground back and forth several times.

"Oh..." Hu Ying blew up, thinking that it was a pity that she was so young and handsome, but she was going to ruin her here. While pointing out the garbage, she asked enthusiastically, "Which department is there to do an internship?"

"I'm waiting for rotation in the gynecology department for the time being."

"Woman... Xiao Jingqiu's gynecology department?" Hu Ying's mouth opened wide and couldn't close. After a while, she said angrily: "You don't need a knife to kill someone! How can you, a young boy, go to this department... who to find? Isn't this going to ruin your great life alive?"

Unexpectedly, Han Xiangyang smiled slightly and a shallow dimples appeared on his left cheek, "Thank you for your concern! Whether it is gynecology or internal medicine acupuncture, it will be rotated in the future, but it is just a matter of sequence."

"Good mentality! Good mentality..." Hu Ying praised her later. Not to mention anything else, this appearance, this mentality is too rare now. Her eyes inadvertently glanced at the watch on his left wrist, and her eyes couldn't help but condense. She happened to know this brand of watches. Last month, her "turtle" cousin-in-law had blinded her and her relatives, and the entry price was more than 50,000 yuan. She then looked at his well-textured short-sleeved white shirt, gray trousers and leather shoes.
Chapter completed!