I really don't want to be a doctor

Chapter 387 Business Salesman

At the same time, Zhang Hang was a little puzzled. He knew that although these crowdfunding apps were social welfare projects, each platform would charge fees.

Although it can help some patients, it is obviously inconsistent with its propaganda.

Why does Jing Xiaoran do these thankless things?
"Doctor Zhang, are you a little surprised why I made a crowdfunding app?" Jing Xiaoran smiled.

"Hmm." Zhang Hang nodded, "Actually, I'm not too optimistic about these crowdfunding apps. In many cases, not only do they not raise money, but they also charge a lot of money."

Most patients will reluctantly pay this fee because they are eager to spend money.

Jing Xiaoran said: "First of all, I had this idea a long time ago, but after encountering Mr. Lin's incident, I turned it into reality. Secondly, our crowdfunding app does not charge any intermediary fees!"

"No fees? Bear the management and publicity costs yourself?" Zhang Hang asked puzzled, "Then what's the use of making this app?"

"It's public welfare, purely doing a public welfare project." Jing Xiaoran said with a smile.

His idea is very simple, he has experienced tragedies in his previous life, and he only hopes to help such impoverished families as much as possible and avoid more tragedies from happening.

Zhang Hang stared blankly at Jing Xiaoran, he suddenly felt a trace of shame and long-lost enthusiasm from Jing Xiaoran's words.

As a doctor, you should have a compassionate heart.

However, as the relationship between doctors and patients has become more and more tense in recent years, the status of doctors is no longer what it used to be.

In clinical work, some doctors think more about protecting themselves than treating diseases wholeheartedly.

"Xiao Ran, what you said made me a little ashamed." Zhang Hang shook his head slightly, "It's very difficult to purely do a charity!"

"Although it's difficult, you have to try it." Jing Xiaoran smiled.

It does not charge any management fees, and operates almost entirely at a loss, which is different from several other crowdfunding apps.

"Doctor Zhang, are drip chips used a lot in the hematology department?"

"Not many." Zhang Hangdao, "It should be said that there are almost none."

Jing Xiaoran lowered his head and pondered, this is unreasonable.

Although the "Water Drop Chip" has little publicity in the hospital, there have been some posters, push advertisements and the like.

Why do almost no patients use the "Shuidichou" app?
"Xiao Ran, you may not be very clear about the market." Zhang Hangdao, "There are many ways in this!"

Jing Xiaoran was about to speak when a man suddenly walked in from outside the doctor's office.

"Doctor Zhang! Doctor Zhang!"

The man looked bitter, shouted, and limped into the office.

Jing Xiaoran glanced at the man, stood up, and made room for him.

"Mr. Fang, have you made a decision?" Zhang Hang said, "Continue chemotherapy? Or..."

He asked the man to choose a treatment plan before, and it would cost about 15 yuan to continue chemotherapy, and about 50 yuan if the chemotherapy was ineffective and bone marrow transplantation was needed.

"Doctor Zhang, listen to me first." Fang Yi apparently trotted all the way over, panting heavily, and said, "I have something to ask for your help."

"What's the matter, tell me." Zhang Hang asked doubtfully.

"I have something here that needs your verification." Fang Yi took out his mobile phone, fiddled with it, and opened an app, "Dr. Zhang, you need to enter your name, ID number, and your employment information." card to take a photo."

Jing Xiaoran stood aside, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the interface on his phone.

"Serious illness risk!"

This is another crowdfunding app!

"Okay, wait a moment." Zhang Hang nodded, took the mobile phone from Fang Yi's hand, and operated it skillfully.

"Doctor Zhang, you are quite clear about my family's conditions..." Fang Yi stammered, "Please help me write a few more words on the fundraising interface."

"No problem." Zhang Hang nodded, "Oh, that's right! Mr. Fang, I have a question. How did you know about the 'Critical Illness Insurance' app?"

"Ah... this..." Fang Yi was taken aback, "It's just... the advertisement on the wall of the hospital corridor, and the link posted by others in Moments."

"What about Waterdrop? This is also a crowdfunding app, did you know that?" Zhang Hang continued.

"'Shuidi Chip'?" Fang Yi frowned, "No... I haven't heard of it."

Hearing this, Zhang Hang looked at Jing Xiaoran helplessly, and then continued to operate the phone in his hand.

"How should this space be filled?" Zhang Hang asked suddenly, "This should involve your subsequent fundraising withdrawals."

"Let me take a look." Fang Yi took the phone and rubbed the back of his head, "This... I'll ask."

Under the suspicious eyes of Jing Xiaoran and Zhang Hang, Fang Yi limped out of the office again.

"Doctor Zhang, what's his situation?" Jing Xiaoran asked.

"He..." Zhang Hang shook his head lightly, "He is also a hard-working man, his son has leukemia, he is the only one in the family, and his legs and feet are not very flexible."

"I thought he was going to give up the treatment. It seems that he is going to crowdfund online."

"However, these crowdfunding apps are relatively new at present. Logically speaking, this man may not be able to get in touch, right? Moreover, the review of this app is relatively strict, and the application materials are more troublesome."

Jing Xiaoran thought about it.Said: "Doctor Zhang, you just said that I don't know the market price, what is the market price?"

Zhang Hang looked around, and then said in a low voice, "Go out of the office and take a look."

"Look at what?"

"You'll know when you go."

Full of doubts, Jing Xiaoran walked out of the doctor's office.

At the end of the corridor, Jing Xiaoran saw the man just now.

Fang Yi was bowing his head to communicate with a young man carrying a black bag.

"Didn't you say that he is alone?" Jing Xiaoran said, "This is his relative?"

Zhang Hang shook his head and said, "He is a salesman."

"Business salesman?" Jing Xiaoran was puzzled, "In the hospital, what else can you sell in the hospital?"

(End of this chapter)