dkrc Chapter 23 Hiring a junior assistant? Sima Zhao's intentions are obvious to everyone!
Chapter 23 Hiring a junior assistant? Sima Zhao's intentions are obvious to everyone!
Lin Mo picked up his chopsticks.
He continued eating his sweet and sour pork.
Shen Zhiwei moved her chin, adjusting to the feeling after recovery, and then stood up from the examination bed.
When she stood up straight, her figure appeared even more slender, and her waist was so thin that it looked as if a gust of wind could break it.
The dress's fitted waistline perfectly accentuated her slender curves.
She walked to Lin Mo's desk and clasped her hands together in front of her.
He bowed respectfully, his voice much clearer than before.
With a slightly embarrassed, soft voice, she said, "Thank you, school doctor."
Lin Mo chewed on some meat and mumbled an "Mmm".
He gestured with his chopsticks to indicate that he was welcome.
My best friend came over.
While supporting Shen Zhiwei's shoulder, he picked up the prescription slip on the table and used it as a fan to cool her down.
He was still muttering something under his breath.
"Could you please not eat so recklessly next time? You complain that the tripe in your hot pot is too tough after only three seconds of cooking, but you stuff it into your mouth after just one second. That tripe is more brittle than your life!"
"After just three bites of a bowl of dan dan noodles, there's barely any left at the bottom. I haven't even picked up my chopsticks yet, and you're already drinking the soup—tell me, what are you after?"
Shen Zhiwei turned around and looked at her with righteous indignation.
"It's really delicious! The noodles there are so chewy, and the tripe is so crispy. I couldn't resist!"
"When have you ever held back?"
Her best friend interrupted her, slammed the prescription on the table, put her hands on her hips, and struck a pose as if she was about to settle the score.
"Shen Zhiwei, let me ask you this: you eat so much, how can your monthly allowance be enough to feed you?"
Shen Zhiwei raised her chin slightly, her tone carrying a defiant spirit.
"I can look for a part-time job!"
"Forget it."
Her best friend rolled her eyes and started counting on her fingers to calculate the costs for her.
"I've looked into those part-time jobs around the school—either you make phone calls and say 'Hello, this is [educational institution name]' eight hundred times a day until your voice is hoarse, and you only get eighty yuan, which isn't even enough for a hot pot meal."
"Either you hand out flyers, stand under the sun all afternoon, and the money you earn is barely enough to buy two cups of milk tea and a piece of cake. Don't you know how much you eat in a day?"
Shen Zhiwei was hit where it hurt. She opened her mouth to refute, but found that everything her roommate said was true.
Not a single word could refute it.
Her cheeks puffed out, her lips pursed, and she let out a defiant "humph" through her nose.
Then he turned his head to the side, leaving his roommate with only the back of his head and a red earlobe.
The "hum" was very soft, with the ending note rising slightly.
It doesn't sound like anger; it sounds more like a kitten expressing its dissatisfaction because someone stole its dried fish.
The comments section started buzzing.
"Goodness, they've calculated everything perfectly."
"Eighty yuan a day isn't enough for one hot pot meal, so true!"
"Is this best friend a finance major?"
"She was so cute when she turned her head."
"I'm angry, but not completely angry."
"That kind of arrogant 'humph' has zero offensive power."
"Her roommate is right, this girl can't support herself with part-time jobs."
Lin Mo swallowed the sweet and sour pork in his mouth.
He picked up a tissue to wipe his mouth, his gaze lingering on Shen Zhiwei for a moment.
His heart skipped a beat.
I've been so busy lately that I haven't had a moment to spare.
The live stream needs to be broadcast, the patients need to watch, the prescriptions need to be written, and the medical records need to be kept.
Sometimes, I have to run to and from the cafeteria to get food at the end of the day.
If someone could lend a hand.
Register, record a medical history, hand over the medicine, and answer a phone appointment.
Doesn't that mean he can slack off?
And, to be honest, this student is indeed good-looking.
Standing in the school clinic, patients see her first thing when they come in, and their mood instantly improves.
Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation, with observation being the most important. When a patient is in a good mood, observation is more accurate.
This is not judging a book by its cover.
This is called optimizing the medical environment.
He put down the tissue and spoke in a casual tone, as if it were just a casual remark.
Are you looking for a part-time job?
Shen Zhiwei turned her head back from that arrogant angle, looked at Lin Mo, and nodded.
Lin Mo picked up his thermos and took a sip, his tone as calm as if he were saying that the weather was nice today.
"I happen to need an assistant."
The live chat exploded instantly.
"Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes!"
"I knew it!!"
"School doctor, that's what you're planning!"
"Lin Mo, I saw your eyes light up just now."
"Men!"
"They were eating sweet and sour pork one minute and then they started hiring assistants the next."
"Is the streamer trying to pick her up because she's pretty?"
"Flirting with the assistant! Guilty!"
"School Doctor Lin: This isn't flirting, it's recruiting talent."
"Recruiting talented individuals – 'Xian' means virtuous and 'Zi' means beautiful."
Shen Zhiwei's eyes widened in surprise.
It was as if a small lamp had been lit in his pupils.
He leaned forward slightly, his hands clasping together unconsciously.
His voice carried a joyful surprise.
"Really?"
Her "Really!" was crisp and sweet, with the last syllable rising in pitch.
Her eyes sparkled as she looked at Lin Mo, then suddenly seemed to remember something and quickly added a sentence.
His tone became more professional, and he straightened his chest, trying to make himself look more reliable.
"I happen to be a nursing student! I can do everything—giving injections, changing dressings, taking blood pressure!"
The live chat exploded again.
"Really—those two words are so sweet."
"I took a screenshot of the moment she clapped her hands."
"Nursing major, a perfect match for my field."
"School doctor, now you have even more reason to speak."
"They are legitimate nursing professionals; this is called professional recruitment."
"It's perfectly reasonable and legal for nursing students to become school doctor assistants."
"What's reasonable about it? The school doctor just looks at people because they're good-looking."
Lin Mo chuckled and nodded.
His tone remained as measured as a boss would when speaking to an employee.
"That's perfect, saves me the trouble of teaching you from scratch."
"Are you interested in working part-time with me? The job involves helping me receive patients, record medical records, answer phone appointments, and organize medicines and equipment. It's not too complicated. It's 3,000 a month, including room and board."
My best friend was delighted as soon as she heard the words "food and lodging included".
She put her arm around Shen Zhiwei's shoulder.
He looked at Lin Mo with an all-knowing gaze.
A mischievous smile played on his lips.
"School doctor, what kind of food and accommodation are you covering? We eat in the cafeteria and live in the dorm—do you really need to cover that?"
"She topped up her own meal card for the cafeteria, and the dormitory was assigned by the school. What does that have to do with your school clinic?"
Lin Mo almost choked from her sabotage.
He coughed twice, cleared his throat, covered his mouth with his fist, and tried to keep his voice steady.
An attempt to salvage the authority of some employers.
"Ahem—I can subsidize part of the cafeteria expenses, so you don't need to worry about the dorms. But she can use the duty room behind the school clinic during lunch break; it has air conditioning and a bed, isn't that more comfortable than the dorms?"
He said this with a very serious expression.