Medical representatives are the little cotton-padded jackets of doctors. Knowing the cold and heat is the most basic. A useful medical representative can also transform into a cotton-padded armor, change job into a quilt, provide a small towel, tear it into a small cotton swab...

Strictly speaking, it is not that medical representatives cannot live without doctors, but that doctors cannot live without medical representatives.

A sensible and capable medical representative is like a doctor's full-time secretary. Even if he leaves the doctor, he can still be successful. Even if he no longer works as a medical representative, he can still stand out in all service industries.

Doctors are indispensable. It is precisely because doctors need medical representatives that pharmaceutical companies will continue to hire medical representatives to meet the needs of doctors.

The more excellent doctors are, the more they need excellent medical representatives. Some doctors cannot even order food after leaving medical representatives. They are like people who have been in wheelchairs for too long. If they cannot rehabilitate from time to time, their legs will

All muscles will eventually atrophy.

The pharmaceutical representative is the man behind the power of medicine, Amberson Bird Willridge.

Snap.

Master Huang Maoshi closed the hardcover version of "Self-cultivation of Medical Representatives" and felt full of strength and positive energy.

He stretched out his hand to press the taxi window and looked out at the bright and feasting world. His heart suddenly filled with pride and he sang silently: The waves are flowing... Thousands of miles of turbulent rivers never stop...

This is his first business trip, and it is to a so-called international metropolis.

There is an impulse in Huang Maoshi's heart, the impulse to prove himself in the international metropolis, and the ability to prove himself in the international metropolis, return to Yunhua, and let everyone, everyone in Changxi Pharmaceutical Company, look up to him.

One glance.

Just thinking about it, Huang Maoshi couldn't help but laugh.

"We're here. 4." The taxi driver glanced at Huang Maoshi from the rearview mirror.

"Put a zero on it." Huang Maoshi smiled. His smile was extremely lethal and would not be used easily.

The taxi driver was silent for a few seconds and said: "Then 45."

…

Looking at the taillights of the taxi leaving, Huang Maoshi turned around with disdain and silently recited the famous saying of Amberson Bird Willridge in his heart: I am still me, but I am no longer the person I was yesterday.

After reciting it silently three times, Huang Maoshi opened the text message on his mobile phone again, looked at the five-digit salary he had just entered, and smiled.

Becoming a gold-collar worker with a monthly income of over 10,000 yuan has had a huge impact on Mr. Huang, so much so that Mr. Huang has to reflect every day: Am I drifting away due to the skyrocketing salary? Am I inflated due to the sudden increase in income? Should I be let go?

...Fly for a while first?

"Hello, check in and out." The guard called to Huang Maoshi and asked, "Which unit are you from? Have you brought your invitation letter?"

"I am the medical representative of Changxi Pharmaceutical Company." Huang Maoshi landed quickly. His credit card has not been paid off, so he cannot fly for the time being.

"Chancey Medicine...oh, I found it." The guard said "Yes", turned the book under his hand in a circle, and said: "After signing, get a sign."

"Okay, okay." Huang Maoshi is also somewhat familiar with such occasions.

After hanging up his pass and adjusting his collar, Master Huang walked in with his model in tow.

In the spacious main venue, there were...dozens of doctors here and there. The doctor who gave the speech spoke to the camera in an unknown language.

Huang Maoshi, who had attended several meetings, knew that this meant that the meeting was on track, and the main conference hall was exactly the place where his presence was least needed.

Huang Maoshi continued to move forward and easily found several small conference halls. He carefully took photos to keep a record of today.

Then, Master Huang Mao began to look for Ling Ran, the target of today's mission.

Regarding this task, Huang Maoshi was not mentally balanced.

On the one hand, he must obey the orders of his direct superior Xie Yihe. As an important customer of the company, Huo Congjun's orders cannot be ignored.

On the other hand, Huang Maoshi felt a little unhappy.

Why! My salary is over 10,000 yuan, my salary is so huge, I still have to go on a business trip to serve a little doctor?

In Huang Maoshi's impression, such treatment is generally reserved for doctors above the deputy director level.

Some deputy chief physicians are ignored when they are away from home.

As for a junior doctor like Ling Ran, his salary is only four digits.

The corners of Huang Maoshi's mouth couldn't help but turn up, revealing an inflated smile that transcended class.

"Who is that? Come on, come on..." A doctor immediately waved and called out when he saw the tall and powerful Huang Maoshi.

Huang Maoshi pointed to his nose: "Me?"

"Let's move the speakers." The doctor didn't care what he did, and he was very easy to direct.

Huang Maoshi hesitated for a moment, then rolled up his sleeves and started working.

After changing the two speakers in place, Huang Maoshi asked curiously: "How do you know how to order me?"

He looked at the brands of the two and saw that there seemed to be no difference.

The doctor opposite fanned his neck with his hand and smiled: "If you can't do anything, just leave. If you are willing to come, aren't you the one who can do it? Are you a medical representative? Or a newcomer? Which company do you work for?"

"

Huang Maoshi felt that he had been deceived, but he could only reply helplessly: "I have been working at Changxi Pharmaceutical Company for more than a year."

"That's the newcomer." The doctor smiled and added: "By the way, I'll teach you something. Our clinical medicine community is the most senior-based, you know? Regardless of whether you are a junior doctor or a junior medical representative, they are all the easiest to bully.

No matter what happens, it’s always right to ask the younger one.”

"What you said makes sense..." Huang Maoshi nodded.

Seeing that he was sleeping well, the doctor said kindly: "In the hospital, don't offend the older people. The younger ones can use it casually. It's pretty much the same, with occasional exceptions."

As he spoke, the doctor pointed to the screen and said: "This kind of monster is not counted. A normal doctor, anyone under 30 years old can do whatever he wants."

Huang Maoshi then raised his head and looked at the screen. From the stereo that had just been plugged in, a voice came out: "Tweezers! Gauze!"

The wonderful and special sound instantly lit up Huang Maoshi's head.

"What are you looking at?" Huang Maoshi asked.

"A live broadcast recommended by a foreign expert should be a Chinese doctor."

Huang Maoshi looked at it blankly for a few times and asked: "You said it was recommended by a foreign expert, do you mean it in a good way?"

"That's not true. I heard that someone is looking for a Chinese doctor who is less than 30 years old." The doctor shook his head and said as if he was too lazy to talk more: "This kind of thing is the treasure of every hospital. Most people are looking for it."

You can't see it, it's the kind of person who is sent to other places and has to ask two capable people to follow him, do you understand?"

Master Huang Mao thought to himself: I not only understand, I was sent here.

In an instant, Master Huang Maoshi was a little swollen again: What did the other doctor's words mean? It means that I am a capable person, and one can stand up to two others.

Unconsciously, Huang Maoshi felt that he had swelled up again and was about to float again.

"That's great, take a look." The doctor pointed at the screen boredly and clicked his tongue.

Huang Maoshi only saw a row of English letters in the lower left corner, and said sheepishly: "What do you like?"

"Let's just say that the surgery was done well, very powerful and so on." The doctor said with envy and hatred: "Foreigners have no experience, they always think that the surgical skills of our Chinese doctors are not good. Now that I meet someone who can, isn't this right?

It’s blown up.”

Huang Maoshi was still very concerned about Ling Ran's condition and couldn't help but ask: "It's okay, what level is it?"

"Then let's see who you compete with."

"Where's the foreign big shot you were talking about?"

The doctor was stunned after hearing this, and felt that in comparison, it seemed that it was not of an acceptable level.

"His Achilles tendon repair surgery is really good. We have to admit it, otherwise so many people wouldn't be able to see it, right?" The doctor laughed twice, always looking a little reluctant to admit it.

Huang Maoshi looked around. There seemed to be a lot of people there, at least dozens of people. Calculating this, there were more people than the main venue.

"Are they all here to see the surgery?" Huang Maoshi asked.

"People just love to join in the fun. If you look at the live broadcast, there are dozens of people. I don't know how many people are watching."

Huang Maoshi took a look and saw an obvious number "55" in the lower left corner. In an instant, it jumped to "5".

"There can't be five conference rooms for this, right?" Huang Maoshi laughed.

The doctor next to him laughed at what he said: "Maybe there is another person behind each one... Well, there may be two to three hundred people watching."

When he talked about this numerical theory, he became stunned again.
Chapter completed!