"coming?"
"Come on, how long have you been here?"
"Half an hour. The door is about to open." Huang Maoshi put his hands in his pockets, raised his chin slightly, and stepped on the steps in front of his long legs, posing in the shape of a Japanese manga character. They all open after 7 o'clock, but occasionally there are times when they are ten or twenty minutes earlier, so there is nothing wrong with coming earlier."
Those who were waiting in front of him feebly praised Master Huang Mao. Everyone is a medical representative, and the limited saliva is used to lick the doctor. It is too wasteful to lick each other.
Master Huang Mao was still complacent.
He was not the kind of super strong medical representative, and he couldn't fully grasp Ling Ran. Therefore, as Ling Ran's situation became bigger and bigger, it was inevitable that there would be medical representatives from other companies around him.
After the initial struggle, Huang Maoshi went with the flow.
The scale of Changxi Pharmaceutical Company is not small, but it is not to the extent that it can take it all. He himself is not capable of grabbing a big client like Ling Ran. Like that little junior sister...
Of course, just three greetings a day, and you can make money while you sleep. Master Huang Mao can be regarded as the envy of the industry. After living like this for a long time, Master Huang Mao gradually enjoys it—the ambition lies in the fact that he gave up being a model At that time, they were basically wiped out. If it wasn't for good luck to catch Ling Ran, a big client, Huang Maoshi felt that he would degenerate sooner or later.
Now... Master Huang Mao patted his little beer-raised stomach, glanced at the people around him, and smiled disdainfully.
The door opens.
Several medical representatives rushed in, some cleaned, some watered the flowers, and some went directly into the kitchen.
Master Huang Mao rushed to the big water tank and was responsible for feeding the fish.
His fish food is specially prepared, not only delicious, but also brighten the color of the goldfish and make the scales smooth, which is very popular with Ling Jie Porridge.
When Ling Ran heard the commotion below, he also opened the door and came out.
When Master Huang Mao heard the creak of Ling Ran's room door, he immediately stood at attention and looked up, and was the first to say hello: "Doctor Ling, you're awake."
"Wake up." Ling Ran looked around, nodded to everyone, and went to the kitchen to eat.
The clinic in his family has always been full of people coming and going. When he was a child, the neighbors in the neighborhood would often send some food over, or invite Ling Ran to eat at home, but there were relatively few people who brought breakfast.
"I'll serve you the porridge." Master Huang Mao couldn't be more gracious.
Ling Ran thanked him, and said, "Help me move the easel and brushes from the garage to the yard."
"Hey, easel?" Master Huang Mao was surprised: "Are you planning to practice painting?"
"Almost." Ling Ran was not ready to explain.
He opened all three mid-level treasure chests last night. Not surprisingly, he encountered two boxes of "virtual humans", thus adding 8 hours of virtual human time.
In the third treasure chest, Ling Ran opened a new skill—Sketch (Perfect Level).
Sketching is a quick sketching method, including straight line sketching, hook line sketching, line surface sketching, light and shade sketching and so on.
The acquisition of this skill immediately changed Ling Ran's plan for the day. So much so that today's Glory of Kings lacks a Glory player.
Under Ling Ran's instigation, Huang Maoshi and another medical representative rushed into the garage, and then used the small cart inside to move out several large boxes.
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"Doctor Ling, put it on the side of the patio?" Master Huang Mao was sweating profusely, and came back to report happily.
"Thank you." After finishing his breakfast, Ling Ran went into the yard, opened the parasol, took out a big easel from the box marked mabef, and set it up.
"Do you want to sketch from life?" A medical representative approached him with nothing to say, and said with a smile, "I learned to draw for a while when I was in school, so I can help you or something..."
Ling Ran shook his head slightly.
"Then I'll help you set the scene? If you're painting the yard, wouldn't it be better to remove the debris in front of the kitchen?"
Ling Ran sat down, unfolded a piece of paper, and said, "I don't need a set, I'm just sitting here and drawing, not sketching."
"Then I'll be your model?" This man stroked his hair, looking very confident.
Ling Ran looked at the other party, and said calmly, "I'm going to draw anatomical diagrams."
While talking, Ling Ran took a pencil casually and started to dance on the drawing paper.
In an instant, the image of a liver with a short front and a thick back appeared vividly on the paper.
Several medical representatives looked at each other in blank dismay.
What does it mean
At this time, Ling Ran turned the drawing paper around, looked at it for a while, and continued to draw a few more strokes. He saw several blood vessels appearing in the second half of the liver—Master Huang Mao had never studied medicine, but he could recognize them. are blood vessels.
"What are you painting?" Master Huang Mao was very puzzled.
"I'm just free to draw the vascular variation of the liver that I recently encountered and was quite impressive." Ling Ran started to sketch based on his memory as he spoke.
In terms of memory, Ling Ran's brain is still relatively easy to use.
Of course, compared to those geniuses who can see ten lines at a glance and never forget, Ling Ran's memory is still relatively limited. At most, he can remember which love letter was sent by which girl, which gift was returned...
If it weren't for this, Ling Ran's elementary and middle school years would not have been so easy.
Moreover, compared to those female classmates whose names are similar or similar, Ling Ran feels that the blood vessels in the liver are mutated, and it is easier to remember them.
Speaking of which, many of Ling Ran's operations were recorded in high-definition. However, the functions of sketching and painting are still irreplaceable by photos.
Even if a paper is published, the intuitiveness of the blood vessel variation drawn is still far superior to the photos of Xuehulacha.
In Ling Ran's view, this should be the biggest function of sketching.
After the medical representatives were dazed for a few minutes, they gradually returned to normal.
The medical representative who often served Ling Ran and the Ling family easily convinced himself when encountering strange things. Besides, Ling Ran is not particularly strange now, it is nothing more than that he suddenly started to draw, and the drawing is very fast, and the drawing is really... different...
Ling Ran drew for more than an hour at a stretch before taking a break, drank a couple of sips of water, took out his mobile phone, called Yu Yuan, and said, "I drew a few pictures of blood vessel variation in the liver, you can check them later. Organize the videos of the operations we performed."
"Vessel mutation, drawing? That's very troublesome." Yu Yuan's answer echoed, as if she was wandering in some empty warehouse.
"It's not too troublesome." Ling Ran counted the more than 30 drawings he had just drawn, expressing that the workload was very light.
Yu Yuan didn't cheer up: "Then it's best to draw a few more pictures. If I can accumulate more cases, I can publish a book directly."
"Okay." Ling Ran agreed. For him, this was indeed very simple.