The full-level boss is laid off and re-employed in StarCraft

Chapter 82

Just after finishing these desk tasks, a group of military students rushed in at the door. Before entering the door, they deliberately looked up at the signboard, and their eyes fell on the therapist certificate on the right side of the signboard in unison.

"Hello, Boss Cen."

The students greeted each other warmly and loudly.

"Will Boss Cen treat sprains?"

Cen Wen looked up and saw that they were all dressed in jungle training uniforms, covered with leaves, soil and red and green liquid.

"Just came back from the forest? Who's hurt? Come to the consulting room here."

Cen Wen stood up and led the way. Two boys walked into the consultation room with the wounded on the left and the right. The others were not idle and turned to the fruit and vegetable store next door to buy our special berries.

After a simple inspection, the student was indeed just sprained. He stepped on the ground while rushing in the forest. There was no other problem. It only took a few minutes for Cen Wen to fully recover and he was able to walk normally. For sprains, it is still required to let the injured foot rest well in the last three days, and do not rush to super-intensive training.

"Boss Cen's skills are good, our school doctor is not as fast as you." The student said with a smile while paying the bill.

"Don't compliment me indiscriminately. When the word spreads, you will make me enemies again."

Cen Wen is not exaggerating, Ah Wen's vegetable and fruit shop is so crowded that the business of his colleagues in the town is not doing well. Every day, he hopes that she will go far away. This is an anecdote that even students know.

"Okay, don't say it outside, is Boss Cen still accepting recruitment tasks recently? You have been quiet for several months."

"What are you doing? I saw that Captain Bo had a great time last time, and you want to try it too?"

"No, it's our students who take the school's field missions and can bring their own therapists."

"Wait for me to figure it out, can you bring in social therapists for your school's field missions? It's not confidential at all?"

"Those who can recruit therapists are definitely not confidential field workers." The students said with a grin. "Therapists pay a lot of money, but the requirements are also high. They must be physically fit, follow orders, and cannot make their own decisions."

"You think I meet this requirement?"

"That's right, let's be bold, we still hope that if there is any danger, Boss Cen will save his life."

"You guys are thinking so fast, you can think of so much after a sprain."

"It's really hard for everyone. It's not easy to find a good therapist. The wood-type supernatural beings who take the route of military medicine in the school are very competitive. Freshmen are targeted as soon as they enter the school, and they are watched until they graduate. It's not enough. use."

"Speaking of which, it's quite difficult. It's hard to find a military doctor who can go through life and death with the combat team."

Cen Wen nodded in understanding. Young people with this talent seriously study for a therapist major in medical school, and they can get a good job after graduation. You don’t have to go to military school to have a good career, which leads to the fact that therapists in military school There is a great shortage of seedlings, and any military academy lacks them.

"That's right, the recruited therapists are military doctors at this time, and they must be well protected in the team."

"Longshan Military Academy has a lot of activities. Isn't this kind of student task easy?"

"Yeah, when you encounter bad luck, you will not only be injured, but you will also die."

"No way, you haven't graduated, but you can still do this kind of task? Are you afraid that something will happen to your parents?"

"On the first day of entering the military school, life and health belong to the country and the army. If something happens, the country will take care of you for the rest of your life if you are injured or disabled. If you die, your parents, wives and children will receive generous pensions. If you don't have this awareness, don't go to the military school. "

"If you enter the military academy, it is equivalent to enlisting in the army on the same day."

"Correct."

"Okay, I understand your needs, let's talk about it when I have a chance."

"Don't, give me an accurate word, please."

"I just received five old patients suffering from disability and sequelae today. I have to spend time to find out their conditions. Some days can be freed up to do something else."

"Okay, this reason is acceptable, let's ask next time."

Cen Wen blasted them out like chasing chickens.

"Go, go, and see if your classmates have finished buying. There are brand new little berries today. Don't you want to try them?"

"Oh, forget about this, go for a walk, those grandchildren will be able to take care of everything if you go late."

The three students trotted briskly, but it was still too late. There was not a single berry left, and these students bought up all of them. They sat in the hallway and chatted, thinking that they were still being treated in the consulting room and dared not disturb them.

Not long after the lively students left, the news that Boss Cen might accept the task of recruiting therapists in the future was uploaded on their school's internal communication software.

The student who sprained his foot came forward and honestly explained the whole process of Boss Cen's treatment for him.

At that time, the wound was swollen and painful, and he could not touch the ground even after spraying the analgesic spray on his injured foot. He walked completely on the support of others, and it was healed in a few minutes under the hands of Boss Cen. Just be tired and hurt.

Boss Cen has amazing physical strength, he can fight against military students in the forest, and now he is a licensed therapist.

I don't know how many students are excited.

What a good team nurse.

The targeted nanny has no time to take care of the military students who are waiting to be fed. Throughout April, she has been busy around those old patients.

After the first neurological disorder treatment, everyone has feedback one after another, and the duration of the treatment is basically the same as Cen Wen's guess, only one day at most.

Make a memo for each of their treatments on the monthly calendar, and decide whether to do the task or not according to the mood and the weather on the days that are free in the middle.

As for the recruiting tasks of the students, they have to follow the fate, and the field tasks of taking the nanny must go to other places, and they won't be able to come back for a few days.

Taking care of an old patient, but unable to maintain a stable long-term treatment, this will inevitably affect the reputation of her small town therapist, the loss outweighs the gain.

In addition to these things, she also did one important thing this month.

Get your truck driver's license.

Tens of thousands of holographic helmets are really worth buying. Learning to drive a car in the second world is like driving a real car. You can also rent a special holographic training venue for a fee, and make all the mistakes you can make. Pass.

However, there is no rush to buy a car. There is a car rental company in the town. When you need a truck, you can just rent one.

This is called riding a bicycle to the bar, save the province, spend the money.

It's just entered May, and Cen Wen, who has a lazy upper body, rarely wants to work hard, thinking that it has been a long time since he has done a task at the Supernatural Center.

Just thinking about it, the task came.

The police station in the town called, and the person on the other side spoke quickly, eagerly asking her if she had time for field support, and if so, report to the police station as soon as possible.

Cen Wen hung up the phone, hung up a leave notice on the signboard, and went to the police station in a daze to see what happened and asked the government to seek assistance from civilians.

(End of this chapter)