Seeing how vicious the reporter's article was, Saint Hand was so angry that his lungs were about to explode. However, he immediately remembered that He Yixia was controlling his phone remotely at the moment, and he thought of his responsibility.
Now was not the time to be angry. Perhaps this was what the reporters wanted. Yesterday, he had also refuted the facts that the reporter had said. The reporter did not accept any of his reasons for refuting.
His article was written according to the reporter's established train of thought. The meaning and words used were even better than yesterday. Therefore, it was useless to reason with the reporters.
Thinking of this, Saint Hand quickly calmed down. She said," I didn't pay much attention to your interview yesterday. After reading your draft today, I feel that we have really neglected a big matter.”
"You said you're a reporter, but we've never met before. I don't know if you're a reporter or not. However, I heard that reporters should have a reporter's certificate. Can I take a look at your reporter pass?”
The reporter laughed. "I interviewed you yesterday, but you didn't ask to see my reporter's pass. I won't be interviewing you today, but you're asking for a reporter's pass.”
"However, it's not too late to make up for it. Actually, we've interviewed too many people and neglected the relevant procedures. Before the interview, I should show my reporter card to let others know that I am a reporter and that interviewing the person involved is my job. Just like how the police enforce the law, they had to show their police ID before they enforced the law.”
"It's just that you didn't make a request yesterday, so I forgot about this problem. Let's get straight to the point and talk about it.”As he spoke, he took out his reporter's pass and waved it in front of Saint Hand.
Holy Hand said," My eyesight is not good. You're shaking too fast. I have to take a closer look. I haven't seen a reporter's pass before.”
After remembering this, he handed his reporter's pass to Saint Hand. Saint Hand held the reporter's pass in front of his shirt pocket and said as he looked at it," It's strange. I'm so young, but my eyes seem to be a little blurry. I can't see things clearly.”
She remembered to curl her lips. "Doctors can't treat their own illness, but your illness is an eye disease. You're only an orthopedic doctor, so it's normal that you can't treat it.”
Sacred Hand thought that He Yixia should be able to see it clearly, so he returned the reporter's pass. "Today, I've finally opened my eyes and seen a reporter's certificate. Since he had a certificate, he was a real reporter.”
She nodded." Who would pretend to be a reporter? Reporters were not good at making a living. Since you've checked my reporter's certificate, let's do business. Should I check your medical qualification certificate as well?”
Saint Hands also smiled. "Yesterday in the treatment hall, you should have seen our business license and my legal person qualification certificate. Think about it, we were approved by the relevant departments before we established the hospital. We used to run a clinic.”
"If I don't have the qualifications to be a doctor, can I run my clinic? Could the hospital be set up? However, his words were useless, so he still showed the real thing.”
As he spoke, Saint Hand took out his practice certificate and showed it to the reporters. After the reporter saw it, he took a sip of the herbal tea. "Whether it's a reporter's certificate or a doctor's certificate, they're all proof of qualifications. To put it more accurately, they were all just making a living.”
"It's not easy for you to be a doctor. You have to come into contact with patients every day, just like yesterday's patient. I can tell that he has some opinions about you as a doctor.”
"But from my point of view, I can understand. After all, no one's money comes for nothing. If the patient had a relapse and was hospitalized repeatedly, he would have to spend money repeatedly. She would definitely be unhappy.”
"He wants to complain about you, but he doesn't have the right to speak. Where can he complain? Would it work? Fortunately, he met me. I'm a reporter. I don't have any other rights, but I have the right to publish articles and write articles. That means I have the right to speak.”
"I'm in the pen industry. I'm a useless scholar. However, sometimes, it was useful. It could make a person famous or kill a person with a stick. For example, if I publish this article, the circulation of our newspaper will be very large. The entire country will be able to see how your hospital earns money from the patients?”
"Putting aside the fact that the relevant departments will investigate you, just the power of public opinion alone will make people doubt your medical ethics. Moreover, the orthopedic hospital was not just one hospital, and the competition was quite intense. Since there are more choices, why would the patient come to you? So a single article could shut down your hospital.”
Saint Hand lowered his head and repeatedly weighed the words he had memorized. The reporter continued," But then again, as the hospital's director and a doctor, you have to support the hospital. This is also your livelihood. If you don't take some measures and do something, how are you going to make money?”
"So from this point of view, there's nothing wrong with earning money from patients. However, when you earn money, you have to consider others. If you have money, everyone will earn it together.”
"For example, as a reporter, I worked hard to find clues, investigate and implement clues, and stay up late to write articles. "To be honest, we won't get much money from publishing our articles in the newspapers because we get paid. Writing manuscripts was a job with a salary. If the work was done well, at most, they would be rewarded with some kind of advanced evaluation.”
"But it's different for you. Perhaps your hospital will collapse after this article is published. However, my article wasn't written by the head of the newspaper office. I took the initiative to find clues and wrote it.”
"Therefore, this manuscript can be published or not. Of course, should he send it? In fact, the decision is in your hands now.”
Hearing this, Holy Hand realized that the reporters had finally returned to the starting point after going around in such a big circle. Therefore, the Sage Hand had an idea. He said," You wrote the manuscript, and the target of criticism is me. How can I decide whether you publish the manuscript or not?”
"If you send out this manuscript, it will definitely be detrimental to me. Just like you said, I might have to close my door in the hospital. Of course, I don't want you to send out such a manuscript. Are you listening to me?"
The reporter smiled meaningfully. "Anything is possible. There were reasons for not posting, and there were reasons for not posting. If you said you wouldn't post it, then you have to tell me your reason.”
Saint Hand said," Since we can discuss whether or not to release it, this is the first time I've encountered such a thing. I don't have any experience, so I don't know how to deal with it. As a reporter, you're very knowledgeable. If you don't post it, what reason do you have?”
The reporter changed the topic." You should have thought of this, right? As a doctor, you have to collect registration fees, medicine fees, treatment fees, material fees, and a bunch of other miscellaneous fees. In the end, it all boils down to discharge fees.”
"As a reporter interviewing the parties involved, I have to pay for my writing. The newspaper won't reimburse us for these expenses. We'll bear them ourselves. You can't make me lose money while you make money, right?"
Saint Hand nodded." You have a point. Then tell me. If I don't publish this manuscript, how can I thank you?”
The reporter moved closer to Saint Hand and said in a low voice. "I think you're quite a practical person. Let's get straight to the point. Give me 100,000 yuan so that I can make some arrangements to suppress this matter.”
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