Chapter 3: Doctors Who Can Create Demand Are Good Doctors. _2

Indeed, it was exactly so.

If not for Boss Chen guaranteeing a base price, how could he possibly offer to skin someone for just 128 yuan?

...

Minor surgery, won't take too much time.

Fifteen minutes later, Doctor Gou emerged from a crude room, took off his mask, and removed his disposable medical gloves before looking at Chen Miao and the others with a smile, saying, "Perfect, I even tied him a butterfly knot while stitching. It looks quite beautiful."

"Next, he only needs a bit more medicine in a few minutes, and then he should be able to get up and walk around."

"Very simple."

"Mm."

Chen Miao, who was sitting outside the operating room, waved over a gorgeous woman in a nurse's outfit who seemed to appear out of nowhere; he took a tray with disinfectant and anti-inflammatory medicine from the desk and put it in her hands, casually instructing, "Go in and apply the medicine to the patient inside."

"You don't need to be too professional, just slap some anti-inflammatory on him and that should do it."

"Understood."

The gorgeous woman didn't put on airs. She simply gave Doctor Gou a coquettish smile, brushed her hair behind her ears, and prepared to go in to change the medicine.

"Hey, wait, wait, wait, aren't you guys being reckless here?"

Doctor Gou stood anxiously at the door of the operating room, "How can you change medicine like this? Where did this woman come from, and besides, that is not even a proper nurse's uniform, you know?"

"Which nurse wears black stockings and red high heels?"

"Why is her cleavage all on display?"

"And, she's even wearing perfume?"

"If she goes in to apply the medicine, the inside guy will definitely bust his stitches, won't he? Doesn't that just mean I have to stitch him up again, increasing my workload for nothing?"

Sitting in the clinic, holding a teacup, Boss Chen looked at Doctor Gou and chuckled, "No problem, we always have to create a need for our clients, otherwise how are we going to make money? Just relying on skinnings, we couldn't make much even if we skinned the whole of Fengtian City."

"Stitch him up one more time and the profits will rise."

"..."

Just as Doctor Gou was about to open his mouth and reflexively object, he suddenly paused, his intuition guessing something. He looked up at the young man who seemed extremely amiable sitting in the chair, hesitated for a moment, and then stepped aside, tentatively adding,

"This could cause a dispute, though."

"No big waves, no expensive fish, huh?"

"..."

He didn't stop them anymore but moved aside to let the unprofessional-looking nurse go in to apply medicine to the patient; in less than half a minute, a piercing scream echoed from the room.

"Someone help!!"

"Damn it, my stitch exploded!!"

Chen Miao, who had been waiting outside for quite some time, brightened up at the words, grabbed a white coat that was lying nearby, threw it on, and rushed in with Hungry Monkey.

Inside, the nurse holding the medicine tray was standing in the corner full of guilt and apology, the word 'helpless' written all over her.

The patient on the bed, however, was a bloody mess; with closed eyes and a face filled with embarrassment and anger, he hoarsely demanded, "Restitch it for me, damn it, I've exploded!!"

"Oh dear."

Chen Miao covered the sight with a white cloth, then spoke with an apologetic face, "Sir, how come your self-control is so poor? Didn't Doctor Gou just instruct you that after being stitched up, you need to stay calm and abstain from desires for a few days?"

"Quit the nonsense, just stop the bleeding and stitch me up!!"

"That's no problem, but the price of 128 yuan we mentioned earlier only included the first skinning. To be quite honest, having to redo the work puts us in a tight spot. This does not fall under the promotional activities; there will be an extra charge."

"How much more?"

"8888, auspicious for you and auspicious for me, it's good for everyone."

"..."

"..."

Inside, Doctor Gou, Hungry Monkey, and the nurse standing in the corner were suddenly stiff with shock, all of them looking up at Chen Miao as if they couldn't believe what they heard.

8888 credit points?

Are you butchering me here? Must be, right?

"..."

The man lying on the operating table, his lower body covered in blood, also suddenly fell silent. He turned his head to look at Chen Miao, who was wearing a white coat, and said emotionlessly, "Eight thousand eight hundred?"

"Are you ripping me off or what?"

"Look at how you're talking," Chen Miao pointed accusingly at the nurse standing in the corner of the room, feigning anger. "Isn't this all because of the dirty thoughts in your head, causing all this to happen? Look how scared you've made this young lady."

"You let a young girl witness a gut bursting like this, how is she going to find a boyfriend in the future?"

"How do you calculate the psychological trauma? Are you going to compensate for that?"

"And this happening in our clinic, if word gets out, won't people think our clinic isn't capable enough? Would the image of our century-old brand be damaged, and should you compensate for that?"

"Add to that the second round of medicating we did. Those are top-quality, powerful meds."

"We don't want to skin you. If you don't want a redo, that's fine. We'll just take 128 credit points from you, and you can leave right now. Don't make it seem like we, who save lives and help the injured, have a reputation for extortion."

"We won't stand for this humiliation!"

"All this because of the filthy thoughts in your mind, why did you have to think of those things?"

"..."

After lying silent on the operating table for a long while, the man considered the feasibility of picking himself up, bleeding guts and all, and walking eight hundred meters north to another clinic. Then he picked up a white towel from beside him, covered his face with it, and said without expression, "I'll pay, just stop the bleeding and stitch me up first."

He had to accept this loss.

After all, he had always been the one doing the swindling out in Jianghu, and today was the first time he had been swindled.

Very good, very good indeed.

"Excellent."

Chen Miao waved his hand in satisfaction and said, "Doctor Gou, come over and collect the payment, we'll take the money first."

"No problem, Boss Chen."

Doctor Gou unconsciously handed over his watch's payment QR code, his face a picture of shock, his eyes reddened to the point of being piercing, his throat moving slightly as he aimlessly looked up at his parents' portrait hanging inside the operating room, and at the couplet next to it, he suddenly felt as if he had an epiphany.

The first line of the couplet read: "Revive the dead and help the injured, miraculous hands rejuvenate and remove illnesses"

The second line read: "Forget food and sleep, hang the pot to save the world and benefit humanity"

The horizontal sign read: "Century Old Establishment"

No wonder his parents had always wanted him to be a doctor, being a doctor was so profitable, and he had almost driven this clinic out of business. He had never fully understood the real message his parents were trying to convey.

A doctor who only solves needs isn't a good doctor.

Only a doctor who not only solves needs but also creates demand is a good doctor.

Schools only teach students how to solve needs but never realize that solving needs can only make ends meet, creating demand is what makes money.

He had understood.

In a flash, he understood it all; his net profit from the hard work of his daily routine hardly came up to 200, yet with this single transaction, he made 8888. Although it wasn't his, it allowed him to see the allure of creating demand.

The Hungry Monkey standing behind Chen Miao was, at this moment, showing a face full of pride, his eyes brimming with excitement and admiration. The first time he had seen Miao get a free serving of rice with gravy from a fast-food restaurant without spending a penny,

he knew Miao was a man of means.

Much more resourceful than himself.

Even though he hadn't yet learned this trick, he now had learned an even more profitable one. Worthy of Miao, he had lived for so many years, how had he never thought of this?

Even the young lady in the nurse's outfit standing in the corner, her green-eyed stunned expression looking at her hands. Was the work she had done before, which was more or less the same or even easier, now ten times more profitable?

She suddenly felt as if she understood the secret to making money.

For a moment—

Everyone in the room remained silent in shock, their minds whirring with schemes, their thoughts clearer and faster than ever before, as if they had all come to a revelation.

Only the man lying on the operating table, his face covered with a white towel, roared in vexation.

"I've already paid the money, what the hell are you all standing around for!"

"Get this woman out of here and hurry up with the bleeding and dressing!"