Eugene made arrangements with the "hard worker" early on.
Anyone who knows how to surf the Internet and is proficient in using search engines such as Du Niang is a consultation expert.
Those who can cook and use knives will be directly assigned to the chief physician.
If someone can describe the dead as alive and the living as dead, and has professional slaughtering experience like [Dark Kakadong], he must be a deputy dean.
And when a branch is opened in the future, there will be a chance to become the president of the branch.
Add some daily tasks such as medical consultations and surgeries, and reward some gold coins and lottery tickets to encourage "hard work".
The lottery tickets can be used in a lottery, and there is a chance (Penguin probability) of drawing Borg's priority forging ticket.
With such a perfect system in place, Eugene felt that his hospital, at least internally, was already unbreakable.
Since its promotion, the hospital has seen a few patients at first, and now the inpatient department is full, with temporary extra beds in the corridor.
It looks really satisfying, it’s all a steady stream of wealth.
No wonder people on the Internet say that medical treatment is huge profits, and they are right.
The only strange thing is.
The hospital makes a lot of money, but the money made in the cafeteria downstairs is somewhat comparable to what the hospital makes.
This may be the charm of otherworldly meals.
Putting "hard workers" in the position of chefs, they created many cuisines in an instant.
No matter the taste or variety, there are so many that it is impossible to choose.
Although some patients still can't get used to it, those all-purpose "hard workers" have improved some dishes to suit their tastes.
What's it called... Chenpi Chicken, General Tso's Chicken?
These new dishes were deeply loved by those demons, and over time, these dishes were actually accepted by most patients.
I must order every meal and praise it like crazy about how delicious it is.
"Tangerine peel chicken, tangerine peel chicken, you can't have tangerine peel chicken for dinner."
“If you want to recover quickly after surgery, you must try Chicken with Tangerine Peel.”
Eugene was a little curious about this kind of dish that everyone praised.
I also tried to eat it, but it was so sweet that it was hard to swallow after just one bite.
This thing is not for devils at all. I really wonder how these guys could eat this thing.
People who like to eat this are definitely people with big taste problems.
If it wasn't for making money, Eugene would never allow such rubbish dishes to appear in the cafeteria.
Of course, the money earned from these dishes only accounts for a small part of the total.
After all, with dishes, no matter how much profit there is, there is only so much profit.
The most profitable thing among them is the money spent on drinks.
Relying on online learning and step-by-step practice, Reagan successfully recreated Erguotou.
This drink was instantly popular among patients as soon as it was launched.
I can't help it, it's too fragrant.
Although there is not that kind of professional wine that has a special magical power to warm and nourish the body, it is cheap and the taste is definitely good.
The spicy feeling on your head is an experience that you have never experienced before.
And drinking it in one gulp can give people a lot of courage.
Every "hard worker" would spend gold coins to buy a bottle of Erguotou before a consultation, for no other reason than to strengthen his courage.
Otherwise, I won’t be able to talk nonsense later, and I won’t dare to be ruthless during the operation.
And those patients drank it after seeing the doctor, thinking that it must be a good thing.
I also buy and drink it, at least six or seven bottles a day.
Needless to say, this is really a good thing, it can help you sleep, and your life has been enriched a lot. You can fall asleep after drinking it, drink it as soon as you wake up, and forget about your illness.
Even though the patient was drunk, the "hard workers" gave him physical anesthesia and carried him directly to the operating table for surgery.
Of course, if they are unlucky and wake up midway, the "hard worker" will still give them physical anesthesia.
As dwarves, it is their nature to be addicted to alcohol.
As the only dwarf forging master in Akina, Borg loves to drink this wine.
Of course, he likes it, but he has no money.
Eugene didn't pay him wages, he said he didn't want them before.
But his drinks were all given to him by the "hard workers" as a reward, hoping to increase the probability of success or improve his favorability.
He drank much more alcohol than ordinary people.
So much so that under the impact of alcohol, the whole person looked dazed.
When forging weapons, he would always squint his eyes and look drunk, as if he was asleep.
This gave him another title of "Sleeping Forging Master - Maori Little Borg".
It even made others wonder whether he had learned a new forging technique called "Drunken Hammer".
Regarding this situation, Eugene didn't bother to say anything. Anyway, he didn't forge the weapons himself. What he suffered from was that it was just "hard work".
Apart from these, Eugene felt that his territory was in dire need at the moment.
Because there are still too few facilities and equipment in the territory, not to mention some entertainment facilities, even some living facilities, such as daily necessities, clothes, etc., are not available.
This is not possible.
Eugene plans to plan another pedestrian street specifically to solve these problems.
I’ve already thought of a name for the pedestrian street, so it’s called “91 Street”!
"Dong dong dong!"
Just when Eugene was planning the perfect blueprint for 91st Street, an untimely knock on the door reminded him.
I looked up and saw that it was Ronald Reagan.
"I'm sorry to bother you, sir. I have something to report to you."
"explain."
"There is a patient who cannot afford the medical expenses and plans to use his treasure to advance the medical expenses."
"Treasure? Isn't that nice?"
"Maybe... I apologize for my incompetence and cannot estimate the value of this treasure."
Eugene nodded after listening.
Also, as a human magician, Reagan's understanding of some demonic treasures is still a bit too shallow.
You still need to do this yourself.
If the value of this treasure could not cover the medical expenses, wouldn't it be that he would lose money to death?
I, Eugene, am actually the one who suffers?
Thinking of this, Eugene immediately set off and asked Reagan to take him there.