Chapter 145 Recruiting

Wen Le saw Yu Tang's message during his break and was stunned by the 99+ unread messages. What kind of spirit could make someone so persistent? Also, how did he know I'd taken half a day off after returning? After pondering it for a while, he couldn't come up with a clue, so he gave up. He'd find out eventually.

However, the most important thing right now was to appease the only employee, lest he truly quit. Yu Tang's work ethic was undeniable. He had managed the clinic so well even after all his years in school. Not only had he not lost money due to a lack of a therapist, but his medicine alone had made the clinic thrive. Even if those who came to the clinic were attracted by his reputation, without Yu Tang's presence, they wouldn't be able to stay, after all, since he, the real boss, was not around.

Wen Le first comforted Yu Tang, and only after he felt he was calm and able to talk properly did he tell him about the potion. He had been busy lately, and had to study with Teacher Hu in the evenings, so he had no time to make the potion. When Yu Tang heard that Wen Le hadn't made the potion, he immediately exploded. If he hadn't been unable to get out of the computer, he would have burst into tears for Wen Le.

"Boss! Brother! Dad! You can't do this to me. Now you tell me there is no medicine. How am I going to explain to those pre-orderers?!" Yu Tang wanted to hang himself with a noodle in front of Wen Le's school gate right now, so that others could come and see how this unreasonable and unfaithful boss forced his employees to death.

Yu Tang had leveled him up three times in a single minute, making Wen Le feel awkward. He rubbed his nose and quickly tried to calm Yu Tang down, asking him to calm down. "Don't get excited, just listen to me. I don't make potions, but that doesn't mean I don't have the means to get them."

When Yu Tang heard this, her tears stopped and she stopped crying: "Boss, you are so mean. You told me the way earlier. I was scared to death just now." So many eye drops were wasted. They cost money to buy, right?

Wen Le: “…”

Who was the one who started crying before he even finished speaking?

But he couldn't say that, or Yu Tang would explode again. He was genuinely frightened by the crying of the man across from him. He didn't know where he'd learned that, but he'd acted out the crying, fussing, and threatening-to-hang-your-head scene so vividly. So he quickly said, "I'm your disciple now, and since I don't have time to make potions, you should give me some every month to keep the clinic running."

Yu Tang's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he rubbed his hands excitedly and said, "Oh my, this is great! Master is really taking care of us."

It's likely no one is unaware of Wen Le's apprenticeship to a prominent figure. After all, he's a legendary figure, his legends swirling across the interstellar landscape, drawing even more attention than even household names like superstars. While some might not know a particular superstar, others must know him, demonstrating just how profound his status is in the hearts of interstellar citizens. It's hard not to note that Wen Le has such a prominent figure as his apprenticeship.

No wonder Yu Tang was rubbing his hands in excitement. His boss was truly impressive, having secured such a golden leg—no, a golden elephant leg. It was foreseeable that Wen Le would have a bright future studying under such a teacher, and he, as an employee, would surely benefit as well. Wouldn't it be wonderful for him to enjoy the broth while the boss ate the meat? Not to mention that the boss was a generous man, so he would definitely benefit from his services in the future.

The more he thought about it, the happier he felt. At this moment, Yu Tang felt that Wen Le, his boss, looked even more handsome than usual. Even his voice was eight degrees softer than before. "When will the medicine that Master promised be delivered? I can go back and tell the client who made the appointment."

Wen Le was so shocked by Yu Tang's sudden gentle voice that the hairs on his body stood up. Afraid that he would do something even more disastrous, he coughed uncomfortably and said quickly, "Teacher has already given me the potion. I'll send it to you later."

Teacher Hu, considering that Wen Le might be too busy to make potions, agreed to let him purchase a certain amount from the system space to sell at the clinic. He even gave him permission to purchase a small amount of one or two high-level potions to attract clients or recruit other healers. Teacher Hu deliberately lowered the price to the lowest possible level, at least within Wen Le's current financial means.

To put it bluntly, these potions were essentially given to Wen Le for free. If you really calculated the cost, the high-end potions couldn't even buy the ingredients needed to make them at the price he was offering. He was losing a lot of money. It was clearly Teacher Hu who was helping him, yet he insisted that these potions weren't selling as well as the more common ones. Wen Le was now his apprentice, so he had to help his master solve the problem and clear the backlog.

He also said that disciples owed their masters money in their previous life and had to repay it in this life, so Wen Le had to buy these medicines even if he didn't want to.

Wen Le wasn't the kind of person who didn't know what was good for him. Although he didn't say anything, he took it to heart. There weren't many people in this world who could treat him so sincerely, so when you meet one, you have to cherish it. Teacher Hu said that Wen Le came to repay the debt, but in fact, it was the other way around. As the apprentice, Wen Le was the one "collecting the debt." But there was nothing he could do now, so he could only resolve to study hard and strive to complete his studies quickly so that he could help Teacher Hu.

"Long live Master!" Yu Tang's current state made Wen Le suspect that he could secretly put up a sign for Teacher Hu and burn two sticks of incense every morning and evening, worshipping him like an ancestor.

While the idea was a bit extreme, Wen Le felt that the other person had that intention. He suspected that if he hadn't been able to meet Mr. Tiger, this person, now a fervent fan of Mr. Tiger, would have done something so utterly mad. Seeing his only employee becoming a complete fan of Mr. Tiger, Wen Le felt exhausted.

Despite his complaints, Wen Le hadn't forgotten his main task: hiring two therapists to run the clinic. Without him, the real boss, for a long time, the clinic wouldn't last long if it relied solely on selling medicine. Those who knew him might say he was running a clinic, while those who didn't would think he was running a pharmacy. If patients stopped coming over time, what was the point of running a clinic?

He had already thought about the rewards, starting with potions. The high-level potions in the system store were incredibly valuable, and Wen Le planned to give out potions of a corresponding grade each month based on the therapist's level. Most of these potions would be beneficial to the therapist, such as boosting their mental strength. If the therapist didn't use them, they could save them and exchange them for higher-level potions at the end of the year. As for the credits and points earned, the clinic would split them 80% with the therapist taking 80%, with the clinic taking 80% and the therapist taking 20%.

After all, the clinic wasn't a charity. Wen Le opened it solely to earn pocket money for himself and Da Miao's living expenses. If it didn't make any money, he might as well close it down. The medicines sold by the clinic belonged to the clinic, but to keep the therapists motivated, they would give them a commission.

As for the possibility of therapists deliberately selling unrelated medications to patients for a small commission, Wen Le was absolutely reassured. No therapist who could be admitted would do such a foolish thing that would ruin their future. Even if there were such greedy therapists who did such a thing, the association would not allow it.

All medications therapists administer to patients are recorded. The association's monitoring system uses patient feedback to assess the situation. Any violations will result in the therapist's license being revoked, and in serious cases, expulsion from the association. The system operates autonomously, without human intervention, ensuring absolute impartiality. Even if someone is unlucky enough to encounter a one-in-a-million chance of system malfunction and be wrongly accused, they can request a manual review, which will be cross-examined by dozens of senior therapists, ensuring that no therapist is wrongly accused.

Because of these safeguards, Wen Le had complete confidence in the therapists who applied. Even if they did something that harmed the clinic's interests and reputation, he couldn't control it. He still had the association, didn't he? So Wen Le felt reassured. Otherwise, he wouldn't have dared so rashly increase the commissions on the therapists' drug sales.

Wen Le explained this to Yu Tang, who agreed wholeheartedly. "This should have been done a long time ago. You don't know how I worry every month, terrified that no one will come to the clinic one day." No visitors meant no business, and no business meant no income, which meant he'd be out of a job. After going through so much trouble to secure a job, and then suddenly being laid off with a bright future ahead of him, anyone would be anxious and sleepless.

Wen Le rubbed his nose, feeling that being such a hands-off boss was a bit excessive, so he said, "Then I'll give you the recruitment authority later. You go to the association to apply for the recruitment."

Yu Tang, fearing Wen Le might go back on his word, quickly asked, "How many? What level?" Therapists generally disliked interference in their clinics, so aside from assistants or apprentices, they rarely hired colleagues. Wen Le's agreement to hire someone surely excited Yu Tang. Hiring someone meant the clinic could expand, and that would secure his job. Perhaps he could even get a promotion to supervisor. Wouldn't that be wonderful, managing several therapists and apprentices?

Wen Le thought for a moment and said, "Let's hire two first. One is a third-level healer who will be in charge, and the other is a lower-level one, which can help with some external injuries. If the healer has an assistant, we can let them come too. The salary is not a big deal anyway. But let's make it clear that the assistant won't get any high-level potions, only salary and points."

"How about this, the assistant can receive a bottle of low-level mental power potion every month, and you can decide on the salary yourself." Wen Le thought about it and felt that the low-level potion was still affordable. "As for the rest, you can handle it. I have to train now and cannot leave the school. If there is nothing important, you can make the decision yourself." This is considered to be a complete delegation of power to Tang, and is also equivalent to giving him a promotion in disguise.

Yu Tang's eyes lit up with excitement. He gave Wen Le a rather awkward military salute and assured him, "Don't worry, boss! I promise to take the clinic's business to the next level and open a branch within six months!"

Although this is said bluntly, Wen Le opened the clinic just to make money. He neither deliberately cheated others nor relied on Teacher Hu's power to ask for exorbitant prices. These are feasible.