Siheyuan: Occupy the Purchasing Department and make a fortune

Qin Huairu's self-esteem was greatly trampled upon by showing her humility in front of Han Weimin.

however.

Under the heavy pressure of life, what does this little self-esteem mean?

Qin Huairu smiled and carefully left the box.

The moment she closed the door, two lines of hot tears rolled out of her eyes.

Han Weimin calmly enjoyed the food in front of him and watched Qin Huairu humbly leave the box.

Qin Huairu, a city girl, looked so embarrassed in front of him, a country boy.

However, all this was Qin Huairu's own choice.

Then, Han Weimin was asked by Director Yang and Director Wang to toast him, and he raised his glass and clinked glasses with them.

Although Director Wang is a bit of a mean person, he has done nothing to harm me at the moment.

Han Weimin had no intention of dealing with him, so he just kept his distance.

But he had no intention of taking the initiative to stand up for Qin Huairu.

After dinner, Director Yang took Han Weimin around the factory and introduced the basic situation of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill.

The steel rolling mill was much larger than Han Weimin had imagined, with tens of thousands of workers.

As the head of such a large factory, it has to be said that Director Yang is of a high rank.

Then, under the leadership of Director Yang, Han Weimin came to the steel rolling mill staff hospital.

He was received by the director of the factory hospital, Hou Liang.

After briefly learning about Han Weimin's medical skills, Hou Liang praised him highly.

Hou Liang smiled, then said seriously: "Director, although he is recommended by you, and I have communicated with Xiao Han, I found that his basic skills are still very solid."

"But I haven't personally witnessed him treating patients, so it's hard to say how good his practical ability is."

"How about this, I'll find a patient and let Comrade Xiao Han try it?"

Director Yang looked at Han Weimin, wanting to see his opinion.

If he doesn't want to show it, then he will naturally push it over for the other party.

He still has this power.

Han Weimin nodded and said, "Okay, I have no objection."

He was worried that he couldn't find any patients.

After all, if he cured a patient, he would earn merit points.

Hou Liang smiled and signaled a female doctor under his command to bring a patient over.

The female doctor asked, "Dean, who are you taking?"

Hou Liang said, "Just bring Wang Qiang here. He was a soldier and injured his neck. He has been treated for many years but it still hasn't healed."

The female doctor was a little embarrassed: "This..."

After all, Han Weimin was introduced by Director Yang.

They were assigned such a difficult patient right at the start.

It's bound to be a bit embarrassing.

Upon hearing this, Director Yang's face darkened.

"Director Hou, you let Xiao Han treat a patient who has not been cured for many years. Isn't this just a show of power?"

Dean Hou smiled awkwardly and said, "Director, you are worrying too much."

"How dare I do that to someone you introduced me to?"

"The main thing is that Wang Qiang was a soldier before and has suffered for many years. I want Doctor Han to give it a try. Maybe he can cure him."

Han Weimin smiled and said, "President Hou, bring the person over here."

“I just like difficult patients.”

According to the system rules, the more difficult the disease to be treated, the higher the merit points Han Weimin will obtain.

Seeing that Han Weimin was so confident, Director Yang stopped trying to stop him.

soon.

The female doctor brought a middle-aged man over.

This man's neck was always lowered and his head drooped, which made it very difficult for him to see people, and even when he spoke it was as if he was talking to the floor.

"Dean Hou, I heard there's a new doctor?"

The middle-aged soldier asked.

Hou Liang introduced him with a smile: "Oh, this is Doctor Han. I came here today to let you try your luck and see if Doctor Han can cure you."

The middle-aged man tilted his neck to the side with great effort before he could see Han Weimin clearly.

After reading it, he sighed and seemed a little disappointed.

"Dean Hou, it's not that I don't trust this doctor, but he is too young after all."

"I guess there's no need to try."

"Director Li has already told me to go to the Union Medical College for surgery and have a few nails inserted. Maybe my neck can be straightened."

Hou Liang sighed and said, "Director Li told me about your situation. Although you can go to Xiehe Hospital to get the nails done, there is a 50% chance that you will become paraplegic."

"If that happens, it's really not worth it."

The middle-aged man sighed and stopped talking. He also knew that the operation was extremely risky.

"Then give it a try."

He said casually.

Basically, we are trying our best to save the situation.

Han Weimin mastered Shao Yu's bone-setting technique and could tell at a glance that a bone in his cervical vertebra was dislocated.

It's been too late to put it back.

This disease is a serious illness for others, but for him, it is a piece of cake.

Han Weimin said: "Brother, please take a seat, it will be ready soon."

The middle-aged man couldn't help but smile bitterly when he heard this.

Many doctors had told him the same thing before.

But he waited for many days, but there was no improvement in the disease.

Director Yang and Hou Liang also smiled, but did not hold out much hope.

After all, it's been too long.

Han Weimin approached the patient, touching the top of his head with one hand and supporting his chin with the other.

"Brother, when did you join the army?"

Han Weimin asked casually.

The middle-aged man was about to answer when he heard a click.

He felt as if his head had been moved, and he felt dizzy.

He immediately became anxious and stood up to complain, "Comrade, why are you using so much strength?"

"It's killing me in the neck."

He rubbed his neck to ease the pain.

Han Weimin didn't answer, but just looked at him with a smile.

The people around looked as if they had seen a ghost.

They stared at the middle-aged man with wide eyes and horror.

Hou Liang's mouth trembled as he said, "You, you, you... lift your head up."

The middle-aged man suddenly realized that he was actually looking up at the people around him.

In an instant, a feeling of ecstasy surged into my heart.

"I...I...I can lift my head." The patient was so excited that he was at a loss.

present.

Two lines of tears welled up in my eyes.

At this moment, the excited middle-aged soldier immediately saluted Han Weimin with a standard military salute.

This is the highest respect a soldier can show to someone he respects.

At this moment, everyone had mixed feelings.

Just a small test allowed everyone to once again witness Han Weimin's miraculous medical skills.

"Director Yang, you have found a real talent for our hospital."

"Doctor Han's medical skills are not inferior to mine."

Director Yang also nodded approvingly at Han Weimin.

Han Weimin did not embarrass himself.

Instead, it made me proud.

Director Yang said: "Han Weimin, well done!"

Director Li and other doctors were also shocked.

Han Weimin taught them a memorable lesson before they even started working.

Facing the looks of surprise, approval, envy or gratitude from the crowd, Han Weimin appeared very calm.

With his medical skills, he still can't shock everyone. That's his problem.

At this moment, the system's voice sounded in Han Weimin's mind.

"Ding, the host heals the patient and gains 50 points of merit!"

Han Weimin was happy.

After sending the patient away, Hou Liang asked someone to speed up Han Weimin's employment process.

He was also given a large, clean and bright clinic.

Capable people are respected everywhere.

The procedures went very smoothly. After Hou Liang gave only a few instructions, Han Weimin joined the factory hospital and became one of the few Chinese medicine doctors in the factory hospital.

Put on a white coat and sit in the clinic.

Han Weimin finally shed the image of a shabby countryman.

Director Yang and Director Wang exchanged pleasantries with Han Weimin for a while, then gave a few words to President Hou before turning around and leaving.

His mind moved slightly, and he began to communicate with the system.

"Open the panel."

Immediately, a light blue light screen appeared directly in my mind.

"Host: Han Weimin

Age: 28 years old

Skills: Master-level prescription

Master Acupuncture

Master Class Osteopathic Surgery

Primary steamed buns

Basic cooking skills

Basic farming skills

Merit Points: 178

Han Weimin saw that his merit points were still accumulated from treating Director Yang and several villagers for common colds before he came here.

To his surprise, some of the skills he learned in the countryside were actually recognized by the system and reached a basic level.

The system's skill levels are divided into: elementary, intermediate, advanced, master, and grandmaster.

Going further up, the system is not listed.

Obviously, that level is difficult.

It is beyond the reach of ordinary people.