When Yao Tongjia returned to her office, she asked Wu Xinyue to write this down. There are very few talented people now, after all, the college entrance examination has been suspended for so many years, plus the catastrophe we have experienced.
Most college graduates go on to work for government agencies, with only a few like Yao Tongjia starting their own businesses. The majority go for secure, lucrative jobs!
Without skilled workers, the factory still needs to keep operating, so we have no choice but to find people to train our own staff. By the way, Yao Tongjia patted her head: "Huang Yao, come here for a moment, you draft a contract for me."
"We select women from among the female workers to be cutting workers. The training fee for your son, Ayong, is 50 yuan per person. This 50 yuan is given to you by the factory!"
"But anyone who learns tailoring must work in the factory for five years. If they quit before completing five years, they must compensate the factory 100 yuan!"
Huang Yao was very happy for her husband. With more cutting workers, his workload would be much lighter, as he used to suffer from hand pain and sleeplessness every night!
Factory Director Yao is really generous. The training fee for each person is 50 yuan, but actually giving 5 yuan would also be fine. Huang Yao thought of this and said, "Factory Director Yao, giving 5 yuan for the training fee would also be fine!"
Yao Tongjia: "..." Did she hear that right? How could someone lower the fee?
Not only was Yao Tongjia surprised, but Wu Xinyue and Li Youyou next to her also looked at Huang Yao in surprise. Huang Yao laughed: "The three of us live together now, so we don't have to walk for several hours every day."
“My husband also has a job, and my mother-in-law has become much happier because she has realized her own value. We are really satisfied with our current situation!”
"Actually, you don't need to give a single penny. A-Yong will train people seriously. After all, if he trains people who can do the work, his life will be much easier!"
Yao Tongjia shook her head again: "Just do as I say, it's fine! Have you finished writing the contract?"
Huang Yao handed the notebook to Yao Tongjia. Yao Tongjia took it and glanced at it. Huang Yao's handwriting was very delicate and beautiful, just like the handwriting of a lady from a respectable family!
Yao Tongjia looked at Huang Yao, who had an ordinary appearance, and couldn't tell that her handwriting was like this. It didn't match her appearance at all!
Yao Tongjia checked the contract and found no problems: "Anyone who wants to participate in the training from now on must sign this contract first. If they don't sign, they can't receive the training. They should go back to the sewing machine!"
When Yao Tongjia mentioned operating the sewing machine, she couldn't help but laugh. Then the two young ladies stared at Yao Tongjia. What should Yao Tongjia say?
She really couldn't bring herself to say it, because she suddenly thought of the future, where stepping on a sewing machine had another meaning: it meant going to jail.
However, the two young ladies had no way of knowing Yao Tongjia's thoughts. They only wanted to have fun, so they insisted that Yao Tongjia tell them, and in the end, Yao Tongjia could only run away.
She can arrange for someone to prepare the medicine powder at the pharmacy. Speaking of her other factory, there's still no word on it. I guess they'll decide whether to give it to her based on how well that factory does.
Yao Tongjia was lost in thought when she arrived at the shop and stopped the car. Just then, the old doctor was treating a patient. Yao Tongjia was about to leave.
But he heard the old doctor say, "This child has a cold; two doses of medicine will do the trick!"
Yao Tongjia stopped and looked back. The child had no energy at all, and his eyes were rolling back. On the surface, it seemed that he was just weak from a cold and that two doses of medicine would be enough.
Yao Tongjia noticed a bulge on the back of the child's head and gently touched it. The child burst into tears, but the sound was weak.
The child's grandmother was angry: "What are you doing touching him? You made my child cry!"
Yao Tongjia went over to look at the old doctor's medical record: "You didn't write anything about the lump on the back of his head. How did that happen?"
The old doctor was puzzled: "I felt the pulse was off just now, so I asked her if the child had fallen, and she said no, it was just a cold. So I prescribed medicine based on the pulse symptoms of a cold!"
Yao Tongjia pointed to the back of the child's head: "I just touched it lightly and the child started crying. It must be very serious. I suspect it was caused by falling on the ground!"
"You're in such poor spirits, and your crying is so weak. I suspect you've had a brain hemorrhage. This prescription of yours is no longer effective!"
The child's grandmother immediately tried to snatch the prescription: "Give me the prescription after you've written it. Who are you? What are you doing here causing trouble?"
Yao Tongjia looked at her grandmother and tried to snatch the prescription, completely disregarding what she had said: the child probably suffered a brain hemorrhage from a fall, which is not right!
Yao Tongjia immediately shoved the prescription into her pocket: "What are you trying to steal? The child has a brain hemorrhage, and you're still saying the child just caught a cold!"
"Are you trying to blame our clinic for the child's problems?"
Not wanting Yao Tongjia's words to make the old man back down, he then felt he couldn't be guilty: "I made an appointment, how can you not give me a prescription?"
"Is this a rip-off shop?"
Yao Tongjia sat down: "Sit down again, and we'll examine you again. Because you concealed your illness, that prescription can no longer be used!"
But the old man refused to sit down: "I just want the prescription from before, I don't need to look at it again. I have to go back and cook, I don't have time, I'll get scolded again if I'm late!"
Yao Tongjia was even more hesitant to prescribe the medicine: "You concealed your condition, which led to our inaccurate diagnosis. We can't give you that prescription anymore! You either sit down and we'll see you again, or you can leave and I'll refund your consultation fee!"
Unexpectedly, the old lady walked to the door and sat down: "Everyone, come and see! This pharmacy is a shady business! They take the consultation fee but refuse to prescribe any medicine!"
Yao Tongjia said to the man, "Go and call the police quickly. The child's eyes are closed; the situation is probably not good!"
The old doctor also came over and glanced at the child. Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes observation, listening, questioning, and palpation. Now the child's symptoms were showing. The old doctor also noticed that the child's face was pale and bluish. He walked over and said, "If you keep making a fuss, the child will die!"
"You're the one who caused my death! Just give me the prescription, and I'll leave!" The old man insisted on his demands.
"The prescription is completely ineffective, what good is it to you? Take your child to the hospital right now, your child needs surgery!"
When the old man heard that surgery was needed, his pupils contracted, and then he shook his head firmly: "I don't care, I came here for treatment, I want your prescription, and I won't leave until you give it to me!"
Just then, two police officers walked over: "Who called the police?"
Yao Tongjia quickly came out: "We called the police. This old lady brought her child to see a doctor. She didn't say that the child had fallen, but only that the child had a cold. The child did have a cold, so we prescribed medicine for her."
“But the back of her head shows that she must have fallen. The most important thing now is to take her to the hospital for brain treatment, but she’s just making a fuss here and doesn’t seem to want to go to the hospital at all!”
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