"Little miracle doctor, I am a person of misfortune. To cure Tongtong, I have lost all my possessions. If you hadn't saved Tongtong, I would have lost all hope and the will to live."
"So, you saved not only Tongtong, but also my faith and hope!"
"I beg you, let me do something within my capabilities for you! Besides these insignificant tasks, I truly don't know what else I can do."
"I just want to repay you in my own way, even if it's just a little. Please grant my wish, okay?"
Wang Fang's earnest words, filled with genuine emotion, softened Han Lang's heart. Beside him, Luo Jiaying was also weeping uncontrollably.
"What about your husband? Doesn't he care about you?"
"We divorced long ago! To pay for the medical treatment, the house was sold, the car was sold, and a full two million yuan went to Qingtian Hospital. How many men in this world can endure such hardship? However, I don't blame him; at least at the beginning, he also sold everything he had with me."
Although Wang Fang said this, a hint of disappointment could not be hidden in her eyes.
"Then what do you live on now?"
Hearing that Wang Fang had nothing left, Luo Jiaying couldn't help but worry about her livelihood.
"I found a job as a supermarket cashier. At least, it's enough to support my daughter and me."
Han Lang, upon hearing this answer, was moved with compassion.
"In that case, how about this! Let's compromise. I also happen to need a cleaning lady. If you don't mind, you can come and work for me! As for the salary..."
When it came to the salary, Han Lang didn't know how much to offer. After all, his experience in this area was almost nonexistent, so he cast a pleading glance at Luo Jiaying.
Luo Jiaying reacted quickly and added.
"According to market rates, it should be 5,000 yuan per month. However, since Sister Wang Fang wants to pay the consultation fee, let's deduct one thousand yuan and give her 4,000!"
Luo Jiaying proudly thought that her suggestion not only saved Wang Fang's face but also ensured her basic living expenses, a perfect solution.
Han Lang was also pleased with this figure and gave Luo Jiaying a series of thumbs-ups.
But Wang Fang let out a "hehe" laugh.
"Miss Luo, little miracle doctor, I know you are both kind people, and I am willing to agree to your proposal."
"However, with your status, you might not be aware, but in Lecheng, an ordinary cleaning lady earns at most 3,000 yuan a month."
"Moreover, your place isn't that large, and I don't want to take advantage of you. 2,000 yuan would be more than enough."
"If you agree, I'll resign from my supermarket job tomorrow and start working here. If you don't agree, I'll continue at the supermarket and do some cleaning for you after work, which won't cause any inconvenience!"
Han Lang and Luo Jiaying were momentarily speechless.
On one hand, they were astonished by Wang Fang's "bargaining" method; on the other hand, given their lifestyle, they were indeed not very familiar with the market rates for cleaning services in Lecheng.
So, they could only say.
"Sister Wang Fang, how can you live on 2,000 yuan? How about this, besides cleaning, you also take on patient care. The salary will still be 4,000, but I do have some requirements..."
After this short period of getting to know her, Han Lang understood Wang Fang's pride, so he deliberately set conditions.
"Cleaning and patient care cannot be mixed. You must pay attention to your personal hygiene. Most importantly, you need to gradually learn some basic medical knowledge."
Upon hearing this, Wang Fang was so happy she almost jumped.
"Little miracle doctor, you don't need to say it. Before Tongtong got sick, I was a nurse at the Municipal First Hospital. What you're asking me to do is my old profession! Please rest assured, I will not make any mistakes. However, the salary still needs to be deducted by 1,000 to cover the consultation fee!"
After much back and forth, Han Lang couldn't refuse Wang Fang and finally agreed.
"Alright. Since you insist, then this matter will have to be settled like this for now. However, how should I pay you? Shall I transfer a year's worth to you via WeChat first?"
Before Wang Fang could speak, Luo Jiaying couldn't help but chuckle.
"Brother Han Lang, you're truly a first-time boss, you don't know anything. Salaries are paid monthly! There's no such thing as transferring a whole year at once. It's also because Sister Wang Fang is honest; if it were someone else, they might take the money and run!"
Han Lang learned his lesson with an "oh," and then said.
"So, you mean I only need to transfer 3,000 to Sister Wang Fang this month?"
Seeing Luo Jiaying nod confidently, Wang Fang couldn't hold back any longer.
"Little miracle doctor, Miss Luo, are you two out of touch with reality? Salaries are never paid in advance; they are paid at the end of the month, just like eating: eat first, then pay the bill!"
Luo Jiaying scratched her head with an embarrassed expression, while Han Lang said with a naive look.
"Oh, so that's how it is. Then I'll pay you next month. You'll have to remind me urgently then."
Wang Fang was speechless.
What kind of boss had she found?
The next day,
Wang Fang, full of enthusiasm, resigned from her supermarket cashier job to work at Tianyi Pavilion.
Not only could she repay some of Han Lang's kindness here, but it also allowed her to return to her beloved medical profession. Furthermore, her salary was a full 500 yuan more than the 2,500 from the supermarket.
This would make it less difficult for her to buy Chinese herbal medicine for Tongtong at the Zhongcaotang.
However, on her first day of work, she felt an urge to resign.
Because for the entire day, she had been sitting in Tianyi Pavilion, staring blankly at Luo Jiaying. Apart from doing the already clean work, there were no patients who needed her care.
This made her feel very uneasy.
"Little miracle doctor, do you think you should reconsider hiring me? I see there aren't many patients here, and your clinic seems to be operating at a loss."
"What? Are you worried I can't afford your salary?"
Han Lang teased her upon hearing this.
He then casually pulled out the 200,000 yuan check that Liu Xiangdong had given him at Elder Cao's banquet from his pocket.
"Here, take this first! I'll make up the difference if it's not enough! Just stay here with peace of mind!"
Wang Fang quickly waved her hands, thinking Han Lang had misunderstood her intentions and that she was only concerned about money.
"No, no, no, little miracle doctor. That's not what I meant. I mean, there aren't many patients here, and I don't do much work for a full salary, which makes me feel uneasy. How about I go back to work at the supermarket for now, and return when you need me?"
Han Lang pondered for a moment, realizing she had a point.
Although several thousand yuan was insignificant to him, it was almost unearned income for Wang Fang. Given Wang Fang's character, how could she accept such a job?
So, his eyes lit up, and an idea struck him. He said.
"That does make sense. In that case, since there are no patients to care for, I'll give you a new task. Try to promote the reputation of our Tianyi Pavilion. If ten people enter the clinic every day, whether for consultation or treatment, I'll give you a bonus of 10,000 yuan. If not, I'll deduct 500 yuan from your salary. There are rewards and penalties, so it's quite reasonable, isn't it?"
Wang Fang was speechless. 500 versus 10,000, this boss's money was too easy to earn.