afternoon.
There was some drizzle on Baisui Beach, which dispelled the scorching heat a lot.
On the bus rented by Yunhua Hospital, the banner of "Health Patrol" was hung on the bus in a rather embarrassing manner, and the mud spots splashed by the wheels were naturally unpleasant.
Boom.
Three old men, holding a big gong, beat it vigorously.
Then, the melodious sound of the piano was played, and a group of old ladies in colorful dance costumes waved their fans and sang while dancing: "Send (Lige) the Red Army (Jiezhi) down the mountain, the autumn wind (Lige) The drizzle (Jiezhi) is lingering, and the wild deer on the mountain (Lige) are wailing...
The program of the cultural programs in the nursing home has changed very little. There are similar singing and dancing performances every festival and welcome time, but today there are slightly more people participating.
Even the old Red Army, who didn't go out very much, came to the atrium in a wheelchair, basking in the sun comfortably, showing a nostalgic smile.
Accompanied by the sound of the piano, more people sang:
Thousands of troops (Jiezhige) stand by the river, 100,000 people are tearful, and the kindness is like a sea. Don’t forget the Red Army. The revolution is successful (Jiezhige) and return home early...
The old Red Army, who had been ambiguous for many years, sang along with the chorus clearly at this time:
back home early...
back home early...
After one song was sung, there was another solo erhu sound creaking, and it was covered by the fierce guitar sound before it rang a few times.
"The one surnamed Liu, are you finding fault again?" The old man on the erhu burst out of character, and he stood up, shaking his whole body.
The old man playing the guitar was wearing a leather jacket and leather pants, and laughed twice: "What's the matter, you play the erhu, I play the guitar, whichever one you like to listen to, do you understand democracy?"
"The erhu is played."
"Hold on. I have paper, do you want it?"
"Sweet, you smile sweetly... as if flowers bloom in the spring breeze... bloom in the spring breeze..."
A few old ladies couldn't wait to wear cheongsams, came out and sang, pushing the erhu and guitar away.
The director of the nursing home, who was still talking to everyone in Yunhua Hospital, slapped his thigh and said angrily, "Okay, it's time to start fighting songs again. Everyone, I'm sorry, I'll try to persuade you so that no one will faint from anger."
The dean ran over quickly, and while directing the staff to remove the objects blocking the way, he persuaded the performance team to go back before it was time to go on stage.
The cadres and doctors of Yunhua Hospital under the bus kept smiling and continued waving their arms to thank the surroundings.
Until the sound of the erhu continued to sound, under the arrangement of the nursing home, everyone boarded the bus one by one and drove away slowly.
In the nursing home, the song and dance drama is still the same, and the farewell crowd is performing enthusiastically, except that the movements are smaller, the movements are smaller, and the clothes are more gorgeous, just like the New Year's performance in the school.
Everyone entertained themselves and felt very happy.
Holding a box of gifts, Ling Ran sat in the back row, taking advantage of this time to tidy up one by one.
Doctor Zhou and his resident doctor were there to help and keep records for Ling Ran.
"A piece of ginseng..."
"A bottle of cod liver oil..."
"A piece of ginseng..."
"A bottle of grapeseed oil..."
"A piece of ginseng..."
Dr. Zhou couldn't help but enviously said: "It's really good to have a good face. You also see a doctor and I see a doctor. Why do you have a gift? Wow, what a big ginseng."
This time, even the resident doctor couldn't help but glanced at Doctor Zhou, and said in a low voice, "Ling Ran is really seeing a doctor this time."
Doctor Zhou's face turned dry, as if he had been soaked in salt, and said salty: "I measured my blood pressure dozens of times yesterday."
"I measured it for you." The person involved weakly resisted.
"Oh... yes, I forgot." Doctor Zhou laughed, and then said to Ling Ran: "You can still massage with your hand. You can put it in the hospital of traditional Chinese medicine. It's like 100 yuan for a massage. You can divide it into ten yuan It’s twenty yuan, and it’s not too old or young in a day.”
Ling Ran let out an indifferent "Oh".
Doctor Zhou's eyes froze: "Ling Ran, don't listen to that scout, stars are not that easy to do."
"Oh." Ling Ran's eyes swept across the cervical vertebrae, forcibly suppressing the urge to go up and massage.
It took only one day and one night for the three-day mission, and there was still room for improvement. The return journey took nearly 3 hours, and it was a waste to just sit around like this.
"Ling Ran? What are you thinking?" Doctor Zhou made a phone call, but he couldn't help feeling helpless when he didn't get a response. If another resident doctor said he wanted to be a star, he would definitely bow and see him off, but Ling Ran was different, he really could make it happen.
"You're too tired, let me give you a massage." Ling Ran couldn't bear it any longer. He found a random reason, pulled out a white scarf, and put his hand on Dr. Zhou's neck.
Doctor Zhou wanted to ask something else, he opened his mouth, and there was a sound of "um...", and his whole body went limp.
Ling Ran pressed neck by neck all the way.
Doctor Zhou also felt relieved.
Just seeing that Ling Ran likes to do things so much, he can't be a star. Does a star grab fans' necks and massage every day
Be careful of the old fellows in the TCM hospital. Tuina is not favored in the TCM hospital, but Yunhua doesn't even have a Tuina department. If the other party poachs someone at a high price, it will be dangerous...
Ling Ran went back to the hospital and checked the room, then went home directly.
The wards of the emergency department are still tight. In the past three days, although eight beds have been vacated, they are all beds for extra beds. If they are removed, the beds for the Tang method project team are still not enough.
Considering that there are concert tickets tonight, Ling Ran is not in a hurry to fill up the extra bed.
…
When he got home, Ling Ran handed two tickets to Meng Xue's concert to Ms. Tao Ping who was drinking tea, turned around and went downstairs, and he heard an explosive scream behind him: Brother Shan Yu! Brother Shanyu~
"What happened to Meng Xue?" Ling Jie porridge took out his mobile phone Baidu in a strange way, clicked on the hot search and read: "Meng Xue sneezing? What's the name of sneezing? It's really inexplicable, is it because the celebrity took out earwax …”
As Ling Jie congee was talking, he stopped consciously.
He raised his head, and sure enough, he saw his wife Tao Ping looking at him with cold eyes.
"Ping..." Ling Jie congee laughed.
"Brother Shanyu sneezes, maybe he has a cold, maybe he is too tired from work and his immunity has been lowered, or maybe it's because the conditions on the set are too poor and he is allergic, how can we take it lightly!" Tao Ping first corrected Ling Jieju's words , then paused for a moment, and said emphatically: "Our Brother Shanyu doesn't have earwax."
Ling Jie congee gave her thumbs up and praised Tao Ping, her mother fan.
Tao Ping glared at her husband, hummed twice, and said, "I was going to ask you to go to the concert, forget it, I'll take my son there."
Ling Jiecong couldn't help showing a smile on the corner of his mouth, quickly put it away, and slapped his thigh: "Oh, what a pity."
"Pretentious. Forget it, I won't tell you anymore, I'll go change clothes, Xiao Ran, you can drive my car." Tao Ping turned and went upstairs, humming a song already.
"Good boy." Ling Jie congee breathed a sigh of relief, and asked Ling Ran, "Did you buy the scalper's ticket? How much did you pay for it? I went to see it, and scalpers dare to sell it for hundreds of dollars for seats that no one can see."
"It was a gift from someone else." Ling Ran said.
Ling Jieju's face lit up in an instant, and he shouted an octave higher: "What? The patient gave you tickets to Meng Xue's concert to thank you? Is there such a good thing? Then you have to give it to me. People see a doctor..."