"If you want more people to come to you for treatment, shouldn't you put some effort into your appearance?"
In the treatment room, Ash looked at the medical doctor wearing a crow mask and felt a little confused: "You dress like this, so it's good that others don't suspect you of robbing and preaching, and they still come to you for treatment? Or is this a meaningless tradition?
"
"It's tradition, and it's meaningful." The medical doctor said: "Think about it, if...what if...once I treat you and something goes wrong, and you wake up and find that some parts have fallen out, and you see me like this,
Do you dare to attack me?"
"I don't dare."
"Isn't this right?"
The two looked at each other, and Ash suddenly realized: "It turns out that the clothes are so scary and the treatment room environment is so weird. They are all props used to improve the doctor-patient relationship... Wait, so there is a high probability that there will be problems with your treatment?"
"It's not very likely, it's just a little bit possible..." The medical doctor spoke vaguely, not even daring to look at Ash. It seems that this little bit may be about the same size as the Milky Way.
Yaxiu said: "Your service attitude is not good. You must not have many patients looking for you outside, right? You were even accused by the patients of not treating you well enough, so you had to hide in the prison to deal with us prisoners who can't complain."
Experience, right?”
The medical doctor lowered his head in shame. It was obvious that Ash was right, and he defended in a low voice: "I have obviously cured everything, but they still complain and cause trouble everywhere, and some problems have nothing to do with me at all, they are caused by themselves...
...I obviously only provide the most basic protection and treatment, but they ask for so many things..."
As if Ash had broken his guard, the medical doctor simply used Ash as a trash can to dump out his negative emotions. Her story seemed to Ash to be well deserved: in an era when most medical doctors would charge a little money for consultation.
, she actually didn’t ask for any money, and was even willing to go to the clinic for treatment. However, the patients complained that the treatment was not good enough, so she could not survive in the city and had to come to the prison to gain experience.
After hearing this, Ash thought for a while and asked, "Do you know what your shortcomings are?"
"I know, it's because I'm not technically proficient..."
"It's because you don't speak forcefully enough!"
"Ah?" The medical doctor raised his head, the eyes behind the crow mask were full of doubts.
"You are cowardly and have no confidence when you talk like this. Once a medical accident occurs, the patient will definitely make trouble for you. Even if you don't accept the money, you will still be eaten to death." Ya Xiu taught: "I will teach you, treat you as you
When you say that you may not be able to cure a disease, your voice should be loud, your back should be straight, and you should say it with confidence and pride."
"And this is only the first step. The second step is that you have to find the patient's shortcomings. If the patient is good-looking, you will say that his life is too wild. If the patient is ugly, you will say that he has no sex life. If the patient is thin, you will say that he has no sex life.
If you say undernutrition or overnutrition when a patient is fat, there will always be a criticism that suits you. No one is perfect, and you will definitely find a place to suppress the patient."
"As long as you do these two steps, you can establish your own authority, suppress the patient's status, and create an atmosphere of 'I am willing to treat your disease, so you should be grateful.' Even if there is a problem with your treatment, the patient will not blame you.
You will even explain it to you in turn."
The medical doctor said: "Is it really effective?"
"Really!" Ya Xiu nodded heavily: "This is my personal experience for many years!"
Ya Xiu is familiar with this kind of PUA in the workplace. He first finds fault with the other person and suppresses the other person's shortcomings, and then releases his goodwill, which can make the other person burst into tears of gratitude like Stockholm Syndrome. Freshly graduated college students are almost unable to resist this trick.
Of course, if this kind of forbidden technique is used in the workplace, it should be dragged out for target practice, but as the saying goes, weapons don't matter what is good or evil, only good and evil. Volunteers like medics who are willing to provide free medical treatment, even if there are some side effects, Ash thinks it should be allowed
Her career path has been easier.
"So you know what to do?"
"what should I do?"
"No matter what operation you perform in the future, you must tell the patient: I have tried my best!"
"I have already done my best."
"Louder, I can't hear you!"
"I've tried my best!" the medical doctor said, clenching his fists.
Ya Xiu nodded with satisfaction: "You can slowly understand the rest. It's time for me to go eat..."
The medical doctor had been deep in thought. When Ash put on his shoes and was about to leave, he suddenly stopped him and asked, "Are you really not planning to have plastic surgery? Look at your appearance in the mirror. Do you feel like you are walking out in front of the public like this?
Is it actually disrespectful to others?"
Ash's body trembled, and his eyes were filled with the joy of being teachable - Good guy, the skills you just learned are now being used on the teacher!?
If you join our company, you will at least be a team leader level expert!
"It doesn't hurt if there is no comparison. Compared with your ugly crow face, I suddenly feel that I am quite handsome. Next time, next time I think I have become ugly, I will ask you for plastic surgery." Ya Xiu said perfunctorily.
road.
"I'm not ugly, you are!" The medical doctor was so angry that she wanted to take off her mask, but as soon as her hand touched the crow mask, she heard footsteps coming upstairs.
She suddenly remembered something, "By the way, Ash, take this."
Ash put a nameplate in his hand, which read [222].
"what is this?"
The medical doctor said: "Remember to wear my number tag at all times, even when sleeping, so that everyone knows that you are mine."
Ash blinked: "So, what race are you, GG or MM? Although I am a very casual person, if your conditions exceed my bottom line, I will pay more..."
"If you don't have plastic surgery, you will definitely scare others into fighting you seven or eight times when you go out. If you carry my number tag, I will have priority in treating you when you are beaten to a pulp in the future. If your face is ruined,
Now, I can also help you with plastic surgery." The medical doctor pushed him out: "Okay, go to eat quickly, the restaurant is closing soon..."
Ash thought for a while, put the nameplate into his pocket, and suddenly asked: "By the way, if I come here next time, can you cut an apple for me?"
The medical doctor was startled: "Okay."
OK, goal achieved.
Don't think that Ya Xiu is bored. This is his secret to workplace communication - asking others to help you with trivial things is a shortcut to getting closer. 'The feeling of being needed' is a high-level emotional need, and Ya Xiu relies on this trick.
Won the most votes in the 'Top Ten Employees' voting and successfully received an additional six months' bonus.
"If we have time to have dinner together, I'll leave first." Ashiu said, "[222] See you next time... I almost forgot to say, thank you."
"If you want to thank me, just let me help you with plastic surgery—"
“Next time, definitely next time!”
After Ash left, the medical doctor continued to organize the tools in the treatment room.
Suddenly another door opened, and a tall medical doctor walked in. He looked at the medical doctor and said sternly: "Why are you still here?"
The medical doctor took a look at his badge, which was [176].
That's right, not only do the prisoners on death row don't know who the medical doctors are, but even the medical doctors don't know each other's identities. Except in their own dormitories, medical doctors have to wear crow masks in any public place to work.
Card identification.
"A patient just woke up and was delayed for a while. I gave him my nameplate and booked his future treatment."
"You didn't chat with him, did you?"
The tall medical doctor's tone became serious.
"You know, communicating with prisoners is against the rules, and our identities need to be kept strictly confidential. If the news that we are performing rituals here gets out, the Human Rights Association will tear down the parliament..."
"I know." The medical doctor under the crow mask stuck out his tongue.
"Then go back to your room quickly. The 11-inch blood art paper is due before the weekend. Don't forget it." Gao Da's medical doctor said seriously: "Don't think that you can be lazy because you have some talent. If it weren't for the team leader's permission, you wouldn't be qualified at all.
it's here……"
In the past, the medical doctor would have become frightened and afraid to reflect on himself when faced with the criticism from his seniors. However, after chatting with Ash, the medical doctor suddenly came up with an idea.
"Is the senior deliberately criticizing my imperfections to establish his own authority and suppress my status? I came in through the care of the team leader. This is something I can't change. It has nothing to do with my skills. He can always be relied on.
Criticize me for this."
Listening to the tall medical doctor's meaningless speech, the medical doctor missed the nice-tongued Ash more and more.
Speaking of which, Ash's body's recovery power seems to be much stronger than that of ordinary taijutsu masters, and the feeling during treatment is really good...
I really hope Ash is beaten to death right away, the medic thought to himself.
