Chapter 76 Patients and Free
Some people even offered suggestions to Wen Le and the others in the thread, with all sorts of bizarre tests popping up one after another. However, Wen Le, the original poster, responded to the thread, saying he had read the suggestions and would add them as appropriate.
Then there was a lot of ghosts crying and wolves howling below.
That said, Wen Le didn't act on the bizarre suggestions from netizens. This wasn't an April Fool's Day prank; he was recruiting, not making enemies, and he certainly had no intention of making fun of the applicant. As for the bizarre experiments that netizens complained about, they were purely job-related. For example, the one with rotting flesh was meant to test the applicant's endurance. Not every patient presents in good condition. A few may develop wound rot for various reasons, and treatment varies depending on the severity of the rot.
This was the time to test the therapist and his assistant. If they vomited in front of the patient, wouldn't that be a disgrace to their reputation? Who would dare to come to such an unprofessional clinic in the future? Even if Wen Le was a two-star therapist, it wouldn't be of any use. There wasn't only one two-star therapist in the world, so why bother coming to him for treatment?
Of course, fearing misunderstanding, Wen Le also gave corresponding explanations in the post based on the various complaints of the applicants, and subtly advertised his small clinic, telling netizens that the clinic would be concerned about the patients' concerns, put the patients first in everything, and do its utmost to make the patients feel at home.
Some netizens complained that they would rather not have this feeling of home than be sick.
So there were a bunch of hahahahahahs below, and people gave a thumbs up to this complainer.
But it is undeniable that Wen Le's serious attitude still makes everyone feel good about him.
As a result, the number of patients in the clinic increased, and Wen Le became extremely busy during this period.
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After a week of screening, the number of applicants had shrunk from hundreds to three, and Wen Le was only looking to hire one person, so after discussing it with his colleagues, he decided to add a written test. It would test professional knowledge, and whoever scored higher would be selected.
He had shamelessly asked his homeroom teacher to help him write the exam. It was mainly about basic nursing knowledge, and he, a half-baked person, didn't want to embarrass himself by showing it, so he asked a professional like the homeroom teacher to help him write the exam.
The head teacher agreed with a smile, and praised Wen Le with a look of satisfaction, making Wen Le's face blush.
All three were professionals, so the written exam was no problem, and they all scored full marks. Now it was Wen Le's turn to be torn. They were all excellent and had been tested, so how could he choose?
In the end, it was Li Zhenzhen who gave the suggestion. She suggested that they just work together, set an internship period, and choose whoever is more satisfactory.
Wen Le felt that it was a bit unfair that a small clinic needed three assistants. If they were not satisfied and fired them, they would have to find new jobs.
Li Zhenzhen said Wen Le was too soft-hearted. This kind of thing was perfectly normal; every company recruited employees this way. At least Wen Le paid them the full salary, not a cent less. For example, among the Star 500, some companies were quite strict, offering only 800 credit points for internships, and not getting a full-time position until six months or even a year. Even with this, weren't there still tons of people scrambling to get in?
What people care about is not the immediate returns, but the future development.
Wen Le couldn't help but chuckle and said, "This isn't my first time being a boss. I haven't quite gotten used to Zhou Paopi's stingy nature yet. It's a little hard to get used to it."
Although Wen Le wanted all three, his clinic was too small. If he really followed Li Zhenzhen's advice and took all three of them, wouldn't his small clinic be overcrowded? Adding him to the mix, there wouldn't even be enough space to stand, let alone have any more patients.
So Wen Le thought about it and decided to let the three of them draw lots. This would test their luck. As the saying goes, luck is also a part of strength.
Well, it's a happy decision.
Xu Dongdong was laughing so hard that the back of his teeth could be seen. He patted Wen Le on the shoulder and said, "You are so wicked. Be careful or you will be put in a sack one day."
However, the little fat boy who feels itchy all over if he doesn’t do anything for a day still expressed his support for his friend with both hands and feet. Let’s do it!
So Wen Le did just that. When he took out the makeshift lottery tube and explained it to the three people, the expressions on their faces were simply unbearable to watch. Even so, the three people still participated in the lottery. In the end, a senior from the previous class drew the red lottery and successfully stayed.
The senior's name was Yu Tang. He explained that his name came from his parents' surnames: his father's surname was Yu and his mother's surname was Tang, hence his name. He was twenty-five years old and a graduate of last year. He and Wen Le were alumni, also graduates of Shaohua. This relationship made them feel closer, as they all went to the same school.
Yu Tang is very tall, at least 1.9 meters tall. Wen Le and the others look even smaller when standing next to him. Even Li Zhenzhen, the tallest among the four of them, only reaches their chests.
So when talking, in order to prevent Wen Le, the future boss, from looking up at him, Yu Tang even squatted down to talk to them. Wen Le was very satisfied with his approach. No one wanted to crane their necks to listen to others talking.
Wen Le asked him again if he had a place to live. The other party said yes, he had already rented a house nearby, and there was no problem with food and accommodation. He was just waiting to go to work.
Since that’s the case, Wen Le has nothing to say and asks him to come to work tomorrow.
So Senior Yu Tang stayed.
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The days passed one by one, and in the blink of an eye it was the quarterly exam period again. After each exam, Wen Le and his classmates would always feel depressed for a few days like dehydrated salted fish. Fortunately, they always flew low and got through safely without any danger.
After his twelfth birthday, Wen Le sighed that time had passed so quickly. In a blink of an eye, he had lived in this time and space for more than a year and a half. His previous life seemed like a dream, and thinking back on it now made him feel a little dazed.
Seeing that Wen Le was not in a good mood, Xu Dongdong and the others had originally wanted to make a scene and smear cream on his face, but now they gave up the idea. The three of them looked at each other and quietly left to let him be alone for a while. They guessed that Wen Le might miss his parents, and they were right. However, it was not his original parents who he had never met, but his biological parents on Earth. Although he told himself not to care about it, he couldn't let it go. He had always buried it in his heart, and now because of his birthday, it was a little nostalgic.
After his birthday, Wen Le's mood was indeed much better. Xu Dongdong and the others were even more certain that he was sad because of his parents' affairs, so they never mentioned what happened that day.
Wen Le was very touched by the thoughtfulness of his friends.
After the exams, Wen Le no longer had to go to the library every day, so he had some free time, which he spent in the clinic. The bad thing about being a student is that you don't have much free time to spend on work.
He's recently learned the third set of exercises from Teacher Hu. Once he masters this one, he'll have mastered the basics and can move on to other moves. Wen Le still practices every morning, noon, and evening, and Xu Dongdong and the others join him. The fat kid has lost a lot of weight recently, his double chin gone, his belly reduced. While his face is still a little round and his eyes are still small, the results are impressive.
The little fat boy has now become a real "little fat boy" because of his round face. Even if he is thinner, he still looks fatter than his peers. He is destined to suffer a disadvantage in this regard.
Jin Cancan still hadn't woken up. If the system hadn't told him everything was fine and healthy, Wen Le would have been frantic. Even so, he still felt uneasy, so he had Xu Dongdong make him a cart to put Jin Cancan in and push it wherever he went. Seeing him there made him feel more at ease. The main thing was that this guy had slept for too long this time. It had been several months and he still hadn't woken up, not even the slightest sign of transforming. How could Wen Le not be anxious?
Wen Le thought it might still be insufficient energy, and that sleepiness was also a way to conserve energy. So, after consulting the system, he decided to increase Jin Cancan's nutrition. Dragon meat became the staple food, and he added some other energy-rich exotic meat and fruit. The number of exotic eggs also increased from three to six. This didn't even include the special nutrient solution purchased from the system's store, so the daily cost was staggering.
At least it is a huge expense for Wen Le.
Fortunately, the clinic is now on track, with patients arriving daily. Furthermore, since the recent interview went viral on Star Online, many people have flocked to the clinic, and appointments are now booked out a month in advance. Of course, these patients who can afford the wait are only for minor injuries and ailments; Wen Le won't accept appointments for serious, life-threatening illnesses. He reserves one appointment each day specifically for these emergencies. If he's truly overwhelmed or the appointment is full, he'll refer the patient to another therapist.
To avoid wasting patients' time, Wen Le even registered on StarNet with his credentials and set up a personal website specifically for booking appointments and notifications. For example, if a day's quota was used up, Wen Le would note the situation in the notification column and advise patients in need of emergency care not to visit him again.
This approach has been unanimously praised by everyone, who said that it makes everything clear at a glance, so they can consider whether to go to Wen Le for treatment based on their own situation.
Because Wen Le is quite busy, Yu Tang has been managing the website. He keeps a real-time update on every patient Wen Le sees. If Wen Le needs to be absent due to an emergency, he just needs to let Yu Tang know, and Yu Tang will write that down on the website. This way, Wen Le can just focus on seeing patients and not worry about other chores, saving him a lot of time and unnecessary trouble.
With Jin Cancan, this bottomless pit, Wen Le suddenly felt the pressure. He now went to the clinic early after class every day. His mental power had reached its peak, and he was just one step away from upgrading. With his increased mental power, Wen Le's healing spells increased from five to six. Perhaps it was due to the techniques taught by Teacher Hu, but his mental power recovered significantly faster during meditation.
It used to take half a day to restore full mental strength, but now it only takes two hours. So after using six healing surgeries, Wen Le can rest for two hours and then use another six. This way, according to the standard, he can see twelve patients in one night.
However, there are always exceptions. If you encounter an emergency, all your mental energy may be exhausted at once, just like the patient who came today.
Let me start from the beginning.
Before Wen Le even reached the clinic, he saw a crowd of people gathered there. His heart skipped a beat. His first reaction was that something had happened at the clinic. Don't underestimate the curiosity of the interstellar crowd; their love of joining in the fun knows no bounds. So, whenever something happens, crowds flock to watch.
Wen Le handed the cart to Xu Dongdong and the others, and quickly ran over to push his way through the crowd. When he got there, he saw a man lying on the ground. Looking at his pale face and the bandages wrapped around his body, he knew that he was seriously injured. There were four people standing next to him, looking anxiously into the crowd, obviously waiting for someone. One of them saw Wen Le, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he walked over and said to Wen Le, "Young man, you are finally here, please save our leader!"
The 1.80 meter tall burly guy started crying as he spoke.
Wen Le quickly squeezed out of the crowd and ran over to examine the patient with his mental power. He found that he could cure the injury himself, so he asked someone to carry the patient in quickly.
This was Wen Le's rule. To avoid unnecessary trouble, emergency patients like this could not be brought in without his permission. They had to be examined by him first to confirm that he could treat them. Otherwise, if they were carried in and couldn't be treated, they would have to be carried out again. This back and forth would only make the patient more uncomfortable.
Furthermore, some family members are quite unreasonable. If Wen Le refuses treatment, they leverage their status to force him to see the patient, otherwise they'll make a scene. If they don't show up themselves, they'll send someone else to cause trouble. This repetitive behavior not only impacts the clinic's business but also its reputation. Uninformed people who see people making trouble outside the clinic assume it's a medical incident, believing that Wen Le's treatment is inadequate and has caused harm. Otherwise, why would the family risk offending the therapist by making trouble outside?
Wen Le initially suffered a lot of such losses, even suspecting that some jealous colleagues had deliberately sent someone to take advantage of him. Eventually, Wen Le reported the matter to the association and forcefully blacklisted the group, saying that even if they died in front of him in the future, he would never help them with their medical treatment again.
Not only that, he also notified the security guards on the pedestrian street and asked them to help him drive those people away if they saw them. He didn't want to see these people.
The association naturally sided with Wen Le. Furthermore, Wen Le had done nothing wrong. Treating patients for profit when they couldn't be treated was illegal; Wen Le's decision to not treat them was the correct approach. Consequently, the association took a very strong stance, not only strongly condemning the troublemakers on its official website but also blacklisting them.
Being blacklisted by Wen Le personally is different from being blacklisted by the entire association. Those who were causing trouble immediately stopped their actions and came to Wen Le's house that same day, loaded with gifts and offering apologies. They even recruited influential individuals to act as intercessors, trying to use their status to pressure him into accepting an apology. Wen Le ignored all of this. He was so arrogant when he was causing trouble. If you have the guts, you can be so arrogant for the rest of your life and never get sick again! Even if you're sick, don't go to a therapist!
Wen Le has no sympathy for such a scoundrel.
So this incident tells everyone that you can offend anyone but never offend your doctor.
After that incident, Wen Le hung a sign on his personal website and at the entrance of his clinic, stating that no emergency patients were allowed to be brought into the clinic without his personal inspection and handling, and violators would be blacklisted.
Even if there were people who didn't know, Yu Tang would stop them outside and wait for Wen Le to come and deal with it.
After the patient was carried into the clinic, Yu Tang deftly pressed the red button by the door. A translucent curtain quickly appeared across the door, blocking out prying eyes. The clinic had always been good at protecting patient privacy and actively enforced it. Putting yourself in their shoes, no one would want a crowd of people watching them while they were seeing a doctor.
So Wen Le specially customized this kind of curtain, so that they can see outside, but people outside cannot see them.
According to the patient's companions, they were a mercenary group, locals from the nearby suburbs. They usually formed a hunting team, and when they were not busy, they would hunt small exotic animals to supplement their family income. The injured person was their captain, who was stabbed in the stomach by the horns of a mutant bison while trying to save them.
Fortunately, they were not far from the rescue team and were quickly rescued, otherwise the captain would have died.
After returning, the patient was treated at a regular hospital. Normally, a hospital should have treated an injury like this the same day, but for some reason, the wound not only didn't heal, but continued to worsen. Even if they didn't understand, they knew something was wrong with the bison. Their captain's injuries were likely only something a healer could treat.
But they were poor. Seeking a therapist would cost a fortune, and they couldn't afford it at the time. After three days of this, it became clear their captain was dying. They were both elderly and young, and the loss of their family's pillar threatened the very end. They had grown up together, so how could they bear to see their captain suffer? So, they gritted their teeth, scraped together some money, and then borrowed from friends and family. Finally, with this little money, they came to Wen Le for treatment, feeling a bit unsure.
Wen Le listened to these men's stories while observing them calmly. The protective suits they wore were tattered, likely providing little more protection than nothing at all. Otherwise, they wouldn't have sustained such severe injuries from a single horn strike. Their hands were rough, evidently from heavy labor, and their complexions were grim, giving them a look of age.
Wen Le had met a variety of people over the past few months and believed they were telling the truth. After all, there was no point in complaining about poverty to a therapist. Most therapists had a very high standard, and pretending to be broke in front of them was a 90% chance of getting kicked out. However, there were always exceptions.
"Come here and scan your resident ID cards. I need to register here." Wen Le winked at Yu Tang next to him. Yu Tang understood and quickly led the four people to a device and asked them to open their personal information and scan it.
Yu Tang carefully looked at the identities of the four people, confirmed their identities, and nodded to Wen Le.
Wen Le knocked on the table, thought for a moment and said, "I have a free spot here, which I reserved for the opening ceremony of the clinic."
Before Wen Le finished speaking, he saw the four people's eyes suddenly light up, and then dimmed again. They probably didn't dare to think that such a good thing would happen to them.
Wen Le looked at them and continued, "We can give you this spot, but you need to register your home address, and the clinic will send someone to visit you." After a pause, Wen Le continued, "After all, this kind of thing...this kind of opportunity should always be reserved for those who need it. You understand, right?"
"We get it! We get it!" The four of them nodded vigorously. Wen Le was their only hope now. Even a discount, let alone a free gift, would be a dream come true. Fearing Wen Le might go back on his word, they quickly registered with Yu Tang. He scanned and photographed them, and asked them to keep a hair for DNA verification. That way, they wouldn't have to worry about them escaping.
Generally, such anti-fraud measures are enough for ordinary people. As for those advanced scammers who can even deceive scanners, they probably don't care about their money. The money they cheated is not enough to cover the money they spent on the equipment beforehand.
After registering the four people, Yu Yang came over to help Wen Le. He expertly unwrapped the gauze wrapped around the patient's abdomen, and upon seeing the wound inside, he gasped. The wound, the size of an adult's fist, was already rotten. As soon as he cut the gauze, the pus within the wound, now without cover, flowed out, and a strong, putrid odor assaulted him.
Yu Yang finally understood why they had been asked to sit with a piece of rotten meat for half an hour during the interview. He hadn't expected to encounter such a situation today. Fortunately, he had prepared himself mentally, otherwise he would have vomited up his leftover food.
Wen Le was relatively calm about this. He heard from his colleagues that some patients were so seriously ill that their bodies were covered with ulcers. The comparison between the two was nothing compared to the other.
Wen Le and Yu Yang went to the sterilizer, disinfected themselves, and donned sterile gloves. Once everything was ready, they began to clean the dead flesh from the wound. They only dared to clean the surface, not the inside, as it involved internal organs and could exacerbate the damage. After cleaning the wound, Yu Yang pulled a bottle of special potion from a drawer and poured it into the wound. Wen Le, standing nearby, began to perform a healing technique on the patient's wound.
After using the healing spell three times in a row, the rotten flesh on the patient's wound finally disappeared. Wen Le stopped to look at the wound carefully, thought for a moment, and asked Yu Yang to pour a bottle of medicine into the wound before continuing to use the healing spell.
The potion is the latest magic water he learned that has the effect of removing dead tissue and promoting skin regeneration. This magic water is different from that other magic water. One is used to apply on the face and the other is used to treat wounds. People who don’t know often confuse them.
After using the two bottles of potion, the wound healed much faster. Even so, Wen Le used the healing technique eight times before the wound was healed. Despite his fatigue, Wen Le used his mental power to check the patient again, confirming that the wound was truly healed before stopping.
He had Yu Yang take two bottles of healing and blood-replenishing potions to the four people, and told them to wait until the patient recovered to let him drink the two bottles of potion to consolidate his condition. He also warned them to watch the patient drink it and not to save the potion just because he thought he was cured. He also threatened them: "If you don't want to send him a second time, watch him drink the two bottles of potion, but next time you come, I won't give you a free visit."
The four men nodded quickly, reassuring Wen Le that they would watch their captain drink the potion. They weren't fools. Given their boss's treatment, if they paid the market price, the money they brought wouldn't even be enough. A free treatment was a once-over; who would be foolish enough to be ripped off a second time? So they made up their minds: they would watch their captain drink the two potions, not letting him waste a single drop or hide a single one.
Wen Le was a little tired from overusing his mental energy. He didn't want to deal with these people, so he told Yu Tang to let the patients go when they woke up. He wanted to rest for a while, and then he went to lie down in the cubicle. It was called a cubicle, but it was actually a foldable single bed covered by a curtain. It was usually folded and stored in the wall, and taken out when needed.
Seeing this, several people quickly stopped talking for fear of disturbing Wen Le.
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