"If you want more people to seek treatment from you, shouldn't you work on your appearance?"
In the treatment room, Ash looked at the healer wearing a crow mask and felt a little confused: "You guys are dressed like this, it's good enough that others don't suspect you of robbery and preaching, why would they ask you for treatment? Or is this a meaningless tradition?"
"It's a tradition, and it's meaningful." The healer said, "Think about it, if... if... if something goes wrong when I treat you, and you wake up and find that some parts are missing, and you see me like this, would you dare to attack me?"
“I don’t dare.”
"That's right."
The two looked at each other, and Ash suddenly realized: "So the horrible clothes and the weird environment of the treatment room are all props used to improve the doctor-patient relationship... Wait, does this mean that there is a high probability that your treatment will go wrong?"
"It's not very likely, just a little possibility..." The medical technician spoke vaguely and didn't even dare to look at Ash. It seems that this little possibility is as big as the Milky Way.
Yaxiu said, "Your service attitude is not good. You must not have many patients looking for you outside, right? You are even criticized by patients for not treating you well enough, so you have to hide in the prison and find prisoners like us who can't complain to gain experience?"
The medical technician lowered his head in shame. It was obvious that Ash was right. He defended himself in a low voice, "I obviously cured them, but they still complained and made trouble everywhere. Some of the problems had nothing to do with me at all. They were caused by themselves... I was only providing the most basic security treatment, but they had so many demands..."
As if she was broken by Ash, the medic simply used Ash as a trash can to dump her negative emotions. Her story was simply what Ash deserved: in an era when most medics would charge a little money as consultation fees, she actually didn't ask for any money, and was even willing to provide home treatment, but the patient complained that the treatment was not good enough, so she couldn't make it in the city and could only come to the prison to brush up on experience.
After listening to this, Ash thought for a moment and asked, "Do you know what your weakness is?"
"I know, it's my poor technique..."
"You're not strong enough in what you say!"
"Ah?" The healer raised his head, his eyes behind the crow mask full of confusion.
"You sound cowardly and unconfident when you talk like that. If a medical accident happens, the patient will definitely come after you. Even if you don't charge, you will still be bullied." Ash taught, "I'll teach you, when you say you may not be able to cure a disease, your voice should be loud, your back should be straight, and you should say it with confidence and pride."
"And this is just the first step. The second step is to find the patient's shortcomings. If the patient is good-looking, you say he lives a dissolute life. If the patient is ugly, you say he has no sex life. If the patient is thin, you say he is malnourished. If the patient is fat, you say he is overnourished. There is always a criticism that suits you. No one is perfect, and you will definitely find a way to suppress the patient."
"As long as you do these two steps, you can establish your own authority, suppress the status of the patient, and create an atmosphere of 'I am willing to treat your illness, so you should be grateful.' Even if your treatment goes wrong, the patient will not blame you, and will even explain it to you."
The medical practitioner asked, “Is it really effective?”
"Really!" Ash nodded heavily: "This is my personal experience over the years!"
Yaxiu is very familiar with this kind of PUA in the workplace. He would first find fault with the other party and then release his kindness, which would make the other party grateful as if they had Stockholm syndrome. College graduates who had just graduated could hardly resist this trick.
If this kind of forbidden technique is used in the workplace, it should be used as a target for target practice. However, as the saying goes, weapons have no meaning, good and evil are only determined by one's heart. For volunteers like medical technicians who are willing to provide free medical care, even if there are a few side effects, Ash feels that her career path should be made easier.
"So you know what to do?"
"what should I do?"
“No matter what surgery you perform in the future, you should always tell the patient: I have tried my best!”
"I have already done my best."
"Speak louder, I can't hear you!"
"I've tried my best!" said the medical technician, clenching his fists.
Ash nodded with satisfaction: "You can slowly understand the rest. I should also go to eat..."
The medic was lost in thought. When Ash put on his shoes and was about to leave, he suddenly stopped him and asked, "Are you really not going to have plastic surgery? Look at your face in the mirror. Do you feel that it would be disrespectful to others if you walked out in public like this?"
Ash's body was shocked, and his eyes were filled with the relief of a teachable boy - what a guy, he used the skills he just learned on his teacher right away!
If you join our company, you will at least be a team leader!
"There is no harm without comparison. Compared with your ugly crow face, I suddenly feel that I am quite handsome. Next time, next time I feel that I have become ugly, I will ask you to have plastic surgery." Ash said perfunctorily.
"I'm not ugly, you're ugly!" The healer was so angry that she wanted to take off her mask, but as soon as her hand touched the crow mask, she heard footsteps upstairs.
She suddenly remembered something, "By the way, Ash, take this."
A nameplate with 222 written on it was stuffed into Ash's hand.
"what is this?"
The medical practitioner said, "Remember to wear my number tag at all times, even when you sleep, so that everyone knows that you belong to me."
Ash blinked. "So, what race are you, GG or MM? Although I am a very casual person, if your conditions exceed my bottom line, I will charge more..."
"You don't want plastic surgery, and if you go out, you will definitely scare others into fighting you seven or eight times. You bring my number tag, and when you are beaten into a pulp in the future, I will have priority in treatment. If your face is rotten, I can also help you with plastic surgery." The medical doctor pushed him out: "Okay, let's eat, the restaurant is about to close..."
Ash thought for a moment, put the nameplate in his pocket, and suddenly asked, "By the way, if I come next time, can you help me cut an apple?"
The medical technician was startled: "Sure."
Okay, goal achieved.
Don't think that Ash is boring, this is his secret to workplace communication - asking others to help you with trivial things is a shortcut to building closer relationships. 'Feeling needed' is a high-level emotional need. Ash relied on this trick to get the most votes in the 'Top Ten Employees' poll and successfully received an extra 6 months' bonus.
"Let's have dinner together when you are free. I'll be leaving now." Ash said, "See you next time 222... I almost forgot to say thank you."
"Want to thank me? Let me help you with your plastic surgery—"
"Next time, definitely next time!"
After Ash left, the healer continued to organize the tools in the treatment room.
Suddenly another door opened and a tall medical practitioner walked in. He looked at the medical practitioner and said sternly, "Why are you still here?"
The medical technician took a look at his ID card, which said 176.
That's right, not only do the death row prisoners not know who the medical staff are, but even the medical staff do not know each other's identities. Except in their own dormitories, in any public place, medical staff must wear crow masks and use work badges to identify themselves.
"A patient just woke up and was delayed for a while. I gave him my nameplate and booked his future treatment."
"You didn't talk to him?"
The tall medical practitioner's tone turned serious.
"You know, communicating with prisoners is against the rules, and our identities must be kept strictly confidential. If the news of our ceremony here gets out, the Human Rights Association will tear down the parliament..."
"I know." The healer under the crow mask stuck out his tongue.
"Then hurry back to your room. The 11-inch blood technique paper must be submitted before the weekend. Don't forget." The tall medical teacher said seriously, "Don't think you can be lazy just because you have some talent. If it weren't for the permission of the team leader, you have no right to be here..."
In the past, the medical technician would have become fearful and reflected on himself when faced with criticism from his seniors, but after chatting with Ash, an idea suddenly came to the medical technician.
"Is the senior deliberately criticizing my imperfections to establish his own authority and suppress my status? I came in through the care of the team leader, which is something I cannot change. It has nothing to do with my skills. He can always use this to criticize me."
Listening to the meaningless speech of the tall medical teacher, the medical teacher missed the sweet-talking Ash more and more.
Speaking of which, Ash's body's ability to recover seems to be much stronger than that of ordinary taijutsu masters, and his healing touch is really good...
I really hope Ash will be beaten to the point of death soon, the medic thought.