"Xiagou" is located in the southwest corner of Yunhua's main urban area. It used to be the main channel for Yunhua to enter and exit the sewage.
Several renovations after the founding of the People's Republic of China have ended the history of the wasteland, but they can't change the appearance of the village in the city.
The nearby alleys criss-cross alleys. There are old dilapidated low buildings and tube buildings that look mysterious. In addition, there are old courtyards like Ling Ran's house surrounded by two floors.
The old yard was left by my grandfather, and it was rebuilt and expanded by Ling Jiezhou more than ten years ago.
At that time, it was also the most glorious time for the Ling family. There was an endless stream of people who went to see a doctor and bought medicine. Ling's mother, Tao Ping, went shopping every day, learned dancing and tea art, watched movies and played the piano, and even had money left over to build a house.
The plaque of the Ling family's "Xiagou Clinic" is still made of a whole piece of nanmu...
Nowadays, in order to prevent the plaque from being stolen, Ling Jiezhou has no choice but to hang it in the yard, so that there is only a light box from more than ten years ago left outside the door, shining strange red and yellow lights.
Pushing open the door, you can see that in the main room that has been transformed into an infusion room, there are seven or eight people sitting or lying down, hanging bottles.
They are also the main source of income for the Xiagou Clinic. Nowadays, the drug business is taken over by large and small drug supermarkets and professional pharmacies, and the business of emergency treatment - originally did not exist, because Ling Jie porridge was not a doctor in the first place.
In the words of Comrade Ling Jieju himself, he is just a businessman who runs a clinic.
For this reason, Xiagou Clinic has to hire retired old doctors to sit in the office all year round, so that it earns less.
"I'm back." Ling Jie congee was sitting in the side room at the entrance and working. There are always various ledgers and medical records on his desktop. If you don't know, you may think that Mr. Ling is always busy.
But Ling Ran knew that Dad was just too lazy to clean the table.
"Where's the white coat? Why are you wearing it like a student?" Ling Jiecong stood up, looked at his son carefully, and asked, "Can I learn anything in Yunhua Hospital? Big hospitals are good, and there are many rules." Well, you have to be careful."
Ling Ran nodded yes, and asked, "Where's Mom?"
"I'm making tea upstairs."
"It's just right, I'm going to drink tea." Ling Ran felt his mouth dry as he spoke. Ms. Tao Ping has been out of business for more than ten years, and the level of hobbies she has cultivated is still very high.
Ling Jie porridge also followed up the stairs, and said as he walked, "It's good to rest at home. You must work hard when you get to the hospital. At the very least, you must get your medical license and hang it in our clinic. Your father I don’t have to go to the doctor all day for help.”
"Doctor Xiong's price has increased again?" Ling Ran knew what he meant when he heard Xiange, or in other words, he could tell what his father was doing just by watching his ass stick out.
As expected, Ling Jieyu nodded heartbroken, and said, "Another 50 yuan has been raised. Every month!"
He was talking about the retired old doctor hired by the clinic.
"It's time to increase the price for others. All the bun sellers in the alley have increased their prices."
"It was just increased by 25 during the Chinese New Year." Ling Jiecong shook his head: "In short, you should practice hard and try to one day inherit the family business."
"My son went to Yunhua Hospital for an internship, but will he come back to inherit the family business?" On the balcony on the second floor, Tao Ping sat behind Lao Chuanmu's tea table, making tea leisurely with an elegant posture.
Compared with the noise on the first floor, the second floor is like a peach blossom garden. Even the smell has changed.
Seeing Tao Ping, Ling Jiecong immediately turned into a dog leg, laughed, and said: "How is it possible, I am giving him the bottom line, in case he can't find a job in the hospital, it would be good to open a clinic at home .Son, aren't you?"
"I'll have a cup of tea first." Regardless of what they said, Ling Ran took down his own Ru Kiln cup from the antique shelf next to him, scalded it with boiling water, and begged for tea from his mother.
Tao Ping gently raised the transparent glazed justice cup, poured a cup of wine-red tea into the Ru kiln cup, and said, "This is cooked tea from 2002, ration tea. Don't listen to your father, the clinic Just let him do it, and you should study hard in the hospital and practice your medical skills."
Speaking of this, Tao Ping's tone was a little low.
Ling Ran guessed that she was thinking of her grandfather who died young, so she sat down and sipped tea without saying anything.
Ling Jie porridge doggedly tore open a bag of mung bean cakes, put them on a small white plate as a refreshment, and said with a smile: "I agree with what my wife said, Ling Ran, you must practice your medical skills well and become a chief physician as soon as possible, with a high salary and freedom. At that time, hang your sign in our clinic... "
Ling Jie congee said while drawing in the air with his hands.
"Understood." What else could Ling Ran say.
boom!
The downstairs door let out a howl of being hit.
"Doctor, is the doctor there?"
Someone came and yelled, pulling their necks, and immediately made the people upstairs unable to sit still.
"Something happened, I'll go down and have a look." Although Ling Jiecong didn't know medical skills, he was still very concerned about the business of the clinic.
Ling Ran quickly put down his teacup and followed.
first floor.
The owner and chef of the noodle shop, with one hand wrapped in a towel, was dripping with blood. Beside him was the little boy in the store, who was so anxious and at a loss, he just yelled.
Dr. Xiong was getting old, so he staggered into the yard, put on his reading glasses, and first commented: "Boss Yang, how many years have you been shaving your face, and you can still get your hands?"
"The knife fell from the chopping board. I was dazed and reached out to pick it up." Boss Yang grinned and said, "There's a lot of bleeding, see if you can stop it."
He has been shaving noodles for more than ten years, and he also has experience of being shaved. After being injured, he should first find a way to stop the bleeding, and then go to a big hospital for treatment, which is quite safe. After all, we have been neighbors for many years, and he basically knows what the quality of Xiagou Clinic is.
Dr. Xiong didn't think it was a stick, nodded casually, and said: "You are too confused. Let me see first, has the car called? No matter the injury is minor or serious, you can't run by yourself, and you will bleed more. "
When Ling Ran came down the stairs, he couldn't help covering his eyes when he heard such a conversation.
In my dignified Xiagou Clinic, when I encountered a patient with an accidental cut, the first thing I thought of was not treatment, but transfer to another hospital. It's really... very Xiagou Clinic.
Without too much entanglement, Ling Ran pulled a white coat under the stairs, put it on and came over, saying: "Let me help."
The moment he made a decision, a system prompt also appeared:
Novice task: a small test of skill
Task content: Heal Yang Zhongshu's hand and obtain satisfactory curative effect
Task reward: Get a primary treasure chest