Yan Xiaoya seemed to see Fang Han’s thoughts and said with a smile: “Actually, the therapists in our acupuncture and massage hall are not low. As long as they don’t take leave, it is normal to have tens of thousands of yuan a month. If you work part-time, 3,500 yuan is not high. Some doctors who have finished their internships in Jiang Intermediate People’s Court cannot find jobs, so many of them stay here for a long time.”

As he said that, Yan Xiaoya's smile became even better: "Actually, the doctors are just as beautiful as the doctors. Many doctors in the Jiang Intermediate People's Court are not as high as the therapists in our Jiujiang Pavilion. The handsome guy has finished his internship and if he can't find a suitable hospital, he can keep working in our Jiujiang Pavilion. I will give you a high salary."

"Thank you, Manager Yan, can I start working now?" Fang Han nodded. In fact, he just heard that the general part-time salary should be 3,000, and Manager Yan gave him an extra 500.

But Fang Han ignored the words from Manager Yan. Although the salary of Jiujiang Pavilion is not low, as long as there are some choices, most interns are still willing to be doctors.

One is to be a decent doctor. Even if you don’t have time to go on blind dates, it’s easy for relatives to introduce them to others.

Another thing is that formal doctors are still a strong job. As long as they have a formal staffing, not to mention their salary, the benefits are still very good, including five insurances and one fund, subsidies during the holidays, etc.

Why do most people like stable and formal jobs nowadays? Income is one aspect, and the most important thing is to ensure it.

As a doctor, Fang Han still knows this very well.

In some wards of major hospitals, which patients are the least afraid of spending money? Teachers, old employees, civil servants, etc., don’t be careful that the salary is not very high, the reimbursement rate for hospitalization is high.

Generally speaking, the formal reimbursement of hospitalization for faculty and staff can reach more than 90%, and people don’t worry about hospitalization fees of more than 100,000 yuan.

Some jobs that are not guaranteed are different. They don’t seem to have much income. They dare not get seriously ill. One person is hospitalized and may lose his savings for half his life. Moreover, they have no income during the hospitalization period, and they are all problems with eating, drinking, and urinating.

"Are you going to work today?" Yan Xiaoya was a little surprised. She was so anxious. Is her life more difficult?

People say that poor students will be the top students, but this sentence is not unreasonable. Many times, most of the top students in some schools have poor family conditions, and most of the people who can come to Jiang Intermediate People's Court for internships are top students in the school. It is normal to have a few top students in the poor students, and Yan Xiaoya is not surprised.

"You can go to work today, so let Xiao Liu take you to get your work clothes." Yan Xiaoya waved to a waitress at the door.

"Manager Yan."

"Bring this one" Yan Xiaoya said halfway, then she remembered that she didn't know Fang Han's name: "By the way, what are your name?"

"Fang Han!" Fang Han felt a little chilled. Is this manager reliable? I don't know the name of the applicant, so I'm going to get on duty?

"Take Xiao Fang to get the work clothes and work signs."

"Fang Han, come with me." The waitress greeted with a smile. She was worried about Fang Han when she applied for the job just now, but she must stay.

Fang Han responded and followed the waitress.

The waitress secretly looked at Fang Han while walking. She wanted to open her mouth several times and was embarrassed, but finally she mustered up the courage: "Fang Han, are you an intern at Jiang Intermediate People's Court?"

"Yes." Fang Han nodded.

"It's amazing." The waitress was full of admiration: "Jiang Intermediate People's Court is the most famous traditional Chinese medicine hospital in our province. I heard that the requirements are very strict."

"It's okay." Fang Hanxi's words are like gold.

"My name is Liu Xiangyan. You can call me Yanyan or just call me a name in the future."

"good."

"The male god is so cold." Liu Xiangyan secretly glanced at Fang Han again. Such a person is really a male god.

Fang Han followed Liu Xiangyan to get the work clothes and work signs, and was taken to the therapists' lounge.

There is a small bar at the entrance of the lounge. A young man in his thirties was sitting behind the bar. There were scheduling tables on the wall behind him, and there were many signs on it.

"New?" The young man glanced at Fang Han and said with a smile: "Give me one of the signs."

There are two brands of Fang Hanling, one is worn by himself, and the other is given to the scheduling to arrange treatment. The number on the brand is Fang Han, well, No. 90!

Well, the scheduling arrangement of this massage parlor is probably similar to a foot bath room.

There were several therapists sitting in the lounge at this time, each wearing a white coat and sitting on the sofa playing with his cell phone.

When they heard someone coming, several people subconsciously looked back and then frowned.

"What expression is this?" Fang Han was a little confused. When a newcomer came, why did they frown and fear to steal the business?

Fang Han was stunned. A male therapist walked in from outside and sighed at the young man in the squad: "Switch people."

The young man glanced at Fang Han: "You go, usually the first new number will be."

"Okay." Fang Han nodded quickly. When he first entered the door, he actually started to worry. Looking at the number of the lounge, there were many therapists in Jiujiang Pavilion. When was it his turn to queue up like this? He was not here to make a living.

"Come on, I'll tell you about the situation." The young man turned on the computer and looked at it, "The customer was in the private room No. 8, mainly due to waist fatigue and cervical pain."

The therapists who can come to work at Jiujiang Pavilion have some basic basics. The young man talked about the customer's situation and how to treat the remaining treatment, whether it is massage or acupuncture. This is the healers' affairs.

There will be no serious patients in this kind of acupuncture and massage hall. Most of them are office workers, or those with minor problems with the cervical and lumbar spine, so the treatment is not too complicated. Acupuncture or massage is determined by the therapist according to the situation.

It costs half an hour for massage, and the fee is 60, which is cheaper than the massage department of Jiang Intermediate People's Hospital. The fee for massage department is 100, and acupuncture is similar.

Chen Youmin said that the acupuncture and massage department in Jiang Intermediate People's Hospital is in junk. In fact, in terms of the income of doctors, orthopedic doctors rank first, and acupuncture and massage are second. Doctors can get a commission of 20 to 30 yuan for a treatment. If there are more patients, there are still hundreds of yuan a day.

"Thank you, where is the private room No. 8?" Fang Han asked.

"Walk left and turn right to the end, and the third private room is."

"Okay." Fang Han turned around and prepared to go out. The young man shouted behind his back: "Wait, where is your toolbox?"

"What toolbox?" Fang Han was stunned for a moment.

The young man smiled bitterly. Who are you attracting? Is Manager Yan just looking at his face?

"Do you need tools to treat patients? Where is the needle bag? Where is the massage oil? Where is the alcohol cream?"

Fang Han then suddenly realized: "I just came here, and I didn't think about these. Do you have any of them for yourself? Can anyone borrow them for me?"

The young man shook his head helplessly, who would lend you it? Your face makes people feel uncomfortable, okay? Therapists who work here for a long time rely on commissions to live, and the commission has a lot to do with repeat customers. It depends on arrangements. When you encounter a few substitutions, you don’t want to do a few treatments a day.

The proportion of female customers in regular massage parlors such as Jiujiang Pavilion is still very high. Many female patients like to look at their faces, and handsome guys are relatively popular.

People who walk with each other are enemies, but it’s okay for ordinary people. Fang Han’s face looks like a public enemy at first glance.

"Use mine, I'm in the back, I can't use it for the time being." A voice sounded in the corner of the lounge, and a female therapist walked up with her toolbox.

The young man opened his mouth. This face is indeed a public enemy, but a public enemy of men. But he is the nemesis of women.

"Thank you." Fang Han took the other party's tool box, thanked him, and then went out.

Treatment Room No. 8.

There are two treatment beds inside, a woman in her thirties sits cross-legged on one treatment bed and chats with another woman who is doing treatment.

"I said to Sister Zhang, you are too picky, just a treatment." The woman who was doing a massage said while enjoying the therapist's massage.

"You have to like it, right?" Sister Zhang disagreed: "And I don't like this kind of place. If I hadn't accompanied you, I wouldn't have come."

"They also have female therapists, why don't you call a female therapist?"

"You're thinking too much." Sister Zhang laughed: "I just run a foot bath shop. How can I not know the rules here? Unless you order, they will definitely arrange the number for you. Forget it, change it slowly, just wait for you."

The male therapist who was massaged had a little stiff face. Although the Jiujiang Pavilion was called therapist, many customers were called technicians. How could technicians be as tall as the therapist?

Sister Zhang was talking, when someone pushed open the private room door, Fang Han walked in in a white coat: "Hello, I am therapist No. 90."

Sister Zhang's eyes were not blinking, and she was slightly stunned.

"Hello, I am therapist No. 90." Fang Han reminded again.

"Ah" Sister Zhang came to her senses: "Okay, it's all for you."

The other person was lying down at this time, unable to see Fang Han, and slightly surprised when he heard that Sister Zhang would not replace him: "A woman is here, the sound doesn't sound like that."

"He's a handsome guy." Sister Zhang laughed.

"Let's take a look." The woman measured her head a little and happened to see Fang Han. She was really a handsome guy, so handsome that she was not so handsome.

"Come on, you lie down first, I'll give you a pulse." Fang Han signaled.

Sister Zhang hurriedly lay down, Fang Han first took the pulse and then asked Sister Zhang to turn over. Now Sister Zhang pressed several acupoints such as Zhang's waist, spine, etc.: "What does it feel? Is it painful or numb or swelling?"

The woman next to her was stunned again. She was so professional and had a pulse. This is the treatment, right? The man who was massaged himself started when he entered the door, but he didn't even ask him like others.

"The waist is a little numb, and the place you pressed just now is a little sore."

"Well, there is a mild cervical spondylosis and there is no big problem with the waist. You need to exercise more in the future." Fang Han said as he opened the tool box, took out the alcohol paste and started applying.

"Um"

As soon as Fang Han got his hands, the woman couldn't help but make a comfortable sound: "It can be a little heavier, it will be difficult for me to do it."

"good."

Fang Han gave some strength and continued to massage.

"Um! Ah!"

The woman made noises from time to time, and another therapist next to her looked at her from time to time. Yaya, it's too exaggerated. This is massage therapy, not great health care.

"I asked, can you concentrate?" The female customer who was massaged was unhappy. She originally thought that the therapist's technique was OK today, but why are she feeling less and less?
Chapter completed!