Doctor: Picking Up Attributes in the Hospital-Chapter 363 - 334: Zhao Dad’s Career Sets Sail Again

Chapter 363: Chapter 334: Zhao Dad’s Career Sets Sail Again

Next day.

a.m.

Food street.

At the storefront, Zhao Heng stood at the entrance, examining the place.

It was evident that this shop used to serve noodles, as the sign "Taste of Ramen" was still hanging.

Looking at the words "For Transfer or Rent" on the shutter door, Zhao Heng thought this spot was quite nice, located in the center of the street where foot traffic is the heaviest, unlike the ends of the street.

Usually, people who visit food streets don’t start eating the moment they arrive; they tend to browse around, look, and choose what to eat.

In the past, noodle shops like Zhao’s father’s didn’t have much market on a food street because people weren’t there for staples; they wanted to try small bites of different snacks.

But with the current economic situation, as it declines day by day, folks don’t have much money to spend. Many just browse around, buy a drink, and have a bowl of noodles to fill their stomachs.

"Xiao Heng, what do you think of this place?"

Seeing Zhao Heng seriously examining the shop, Zhao’s father asked.

"Not bad, the location is good."

Zhao Heng nodded.

"I found out about this shop. The previous tenant signed a one-year contract but closed it after six months. If we rent it now, the kitchen appliances and tables are ready, and the price can be negotiated."

Zhao’s father said.

It was clear that he had done quite a bit of research before bringing Zhao Heng to this shop.

For those who closed shop halfway through the lease, the tenants usually want to recover as much as they can, considering they’ve already paid six months’ rent.

"Opening a Neon Ramen here, it would be surprising if it made it."

Zhao Heng nodded and said.

Zhao Heng had tried Neon Ramen too, but the taste, especially those tonkotsu-flavored ones on food streets, were all mass-produced industrial products. Out of curiosity, Zhao Heng had tried it before.

Well, how to describe the taste?

It’s not even as good as making a bowl of Kangshuaifu pickled mustard beef noodles at home.

As Zhao Heng and his parents were looking around, a middle-aged man in a business suit walked up, smiling at Zhao’s father, "Uncle Zhao, have you decided to rent it?"

This middle-aged man was Manager Wang of the food street. This shop had paid for a year’s rent but closed in six months, so no rent refund was possible, and they entrusted the market to lease it out.

The market, of course, made a profit, as they charged a fee for such mediation, usually equivalent to a month’s rent.

So, if Zhao Heng takes over the remaining six-month contract, a month’s rent goes to the market, and the other five months go to the previous tenant.

This is how the market works—profiting from both ends.

"And this must be young Dr. Zhao, a remarkable young man!"

Manager Wang gave Zhao Heng a once-over and said quite courteously.

Seeing the situation, Zhao Heng couldn’t help but feel puzzled. It seemed his father and Manager Wang got along well.

Unlike in Raging Storm, where selling fish in the market invites all sorts of trouble.

"You know me?"

Zhao Heng asked, puzzled.

"Young Dr. Zhao, your reputation precedes you. Everyone in the vicinity of the hospital knows you. My cousin was hospitalized with an emergency, and thankfully you saved him."

Manager Wang praised with admiration.

These days, with scarce medical resources, knowing a skilled doctor is undoubtedly valuable.

"Cousin?"

Zhao Heng asked.

"Oh, young Dr. Zhao, my cousin is Wang Haijin!"

Manager Wang said. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

"Wang Haijin?"

As soon as Manager Wang said that, Zhao Heng remembered. Wang Haijin was the guy who overeaten and nearly died from an aortic dissection!

"Yes, my brother said that if it weren’t for you, young Dr. Zhao, he would’ve been done for."

Manager Wang continued.

Originally, his cousin Wang Haijin had already mentioned Zhao Heng to him, saying that he should thank him properly if ever given the chance. As it turns out, while discussing the shop’s lease with Zhao’s father, Manager Wang discovered Zhao’s father had a son at Eastern Hospital, and it all clicked.

"How’s Wang Haijin’s recovery going?"

Zhao Heng nodded and asked.

An aortic dissection is a very severe and life-threatening emergency. Even with timely surgical intervention, post-operative recovery is crucial.

"He’s recovering very well, almost back to normal. He kept saying how skilled you are, young Dr. Zhao."

Manager Wang continued to praise and compliment.

"That’s good to hear."

Zhao Heng said.

"Young Dr. Zhao, you’re planning to renew the lease here, right? How about this, our market usually charges a month’s commission fee, but we’ll waive it. You just need to pay the rent for five months."

Manager Wang suggested.

Originally, Zhao Heng was expected to pay the full six months’ rent to renew, as the contract clearly stated there was six months left on the lease.

The market would take one month’s rent, and the remaining five months would go to the previous tenant.

This was already considered favorable; if it remained unrented, the previous tenant would incur a significant loss.

"It doesn’t feel right."

Seeing Manager Wang so enthusiastic, Zhao Heng couldn’t help but say.

This shop, with an area of 25㎡, costs a hefty eight thousand per month on the food street. That’s quite a discount with the waived eight thousand.