Standing in front of Xiagou Clinic, Yang Hu hesitated.
The gate of the clinic is mottled and old, and it looks very old. It matches the style of the whole street and is similar to the style of the old Yang’s noodle shop. However, even though he seldom came to his father’s noodle shop when he was young, Yang Hu also knew how much news was passed on in such a neighborhood.
Is it a well-behaved apology, or hide and be a turtle
Yang Hu pushed the wheelchair under his hand, swinging back and forth.
Yang Zhongshu had to remind him: "Son, I'm a little dizzy."
Yang Hu stopped quickly and rubbed his head in embarrassment.
His hairline has receded a bit, and it feels smooth to the touch, good to the touch, but not good to look at.
Yang Hu's thoughts can't help but diverge. It's not good to be a white-collar worker. It's a test of hair quality. The doctors in the hospital don't know what they're doing. They register to see it, and they come out with a few words. I can only go to small clinics with small advertisements. As a result, small clinics only want to make money, and they are not good enough...
In other words, apart from this small clinic, other small clinics, especially those that claim to treat hair loss, are not up to standard.
Yang Hu looked up at the plaque of "Xiagou Clinic" again, knowing in his heart that he had actually made a decision when he came here.
Yang Hu bowed his head and laughed at himself secretly. After working for so many years, he has been humiliated countless times by clients. Is there still some shame that cannot be wiped away
Thinking about it again, speaking of it, between doctors and patients, the patient is the customer. How come here, my patient wants to apologize
However, no matter how much Yang Hu thought, he still stretched out his hand and knocked three times on the mottled gate.
An apology still needs to be apologized, the wheelchair that was pushed away willfully that day must be returned to others, and the unpaid consultation fees must not be less, otherwise, how smooth the movement of father Yang Zhongshu's noodle slices will be, how much infamy in the neighborhood will be.
The most important thing is that rehabilitation and follow-up examinations also have to trouble others.
"Ling Ran is at the Xiagou Clinic, right?" The crisp questioning voice came from behind him, and at the same time there was the beeping sound of the motorcycle's exhaust.
Yang Hu and his father Yang Zhongshu turned their heads together, and saw a black Honda motorcycle parked a few meters away, a girl with long hair and white legs, with her upper body straight and her chin raised slightly.
"exist."
"What are you looking for with Ling Ran?"
The father and son answered at the same time, Yang Zhongshu was more thoughtful and asked a question, but his son Yang Hu couldn't wait to answer.
The motorbike girl smiled, got out of the car, stepped forward, and slapped the clinic door several times.
Yang Hu couldn't help being a little annoyed, the girl in front of him was young and beautiful, but he showed timidity.
bang bang bang.
The girl is beautiful, but her movements are a bit vulgar, with her slender fingers stretched apart, as if smashing a door, making a loud noise.
bang bang bang.
Judging from the frequency of her voice, one could guess her impatience.
"I'm coming."
Inside the door, Ling Jie congee finally heard it, and shouted while putting on his clothes: "There is no doctor in the clinic right now, please go to the hospital for emergency."
After a while, the door opened.
Ling Jie congee looked at the motorbike girl with a large white leg in astonishment, and asked, "Are you seeing a doctor?"
"You're the only one who is sick." The motorcycle girl's voice was a little hoarse, but she was charming. The eyeliner drawn with eyebrow pencil was as sharp as a knife: "Ling Ran, are you here?"
"That..." Ling Jieju didn't feel a little worried anymore.
"I'm here to deliver fish to him." The motorbike girl seemed to know his worry, with a smile on her face, but she untied the plastic box tied to it from the back seat of the motorcycle, and threw it away with a "bang". In front of the clinic.
The box is very heavy, and the appearance has a texture, and it looks like it is of good quality.
Not only Ling Jieyu, Yang Zhongshu, Yang Hu and his son also looked at the motorcycle girl strangely.
The girl nodded her chin and said, "Let's have a look."
Thoughts swirled in Ling Jiecong's mind, and he recalled the meaning of giving fish in slang.
It took a long time for Ling Jieju to open the lid of the heavy box under the curious eyes of the Yang family father and son.
A salmon with protruding eyes lay quietly in the ice, its scales seemed to be shining.
"The fresh Norwegian large-sized fish that arrived this morning is 8 kilograms. It's delicious no matter how you make it." The girl paused and said, "My brother gave it to Ling Ran. Can you tell him to come out now?"
"Who is your brother?" Ling Jiezhou's head was stuffy.
He has been running a clinic for so many years, and it was the first time he saw someone give salmon.
The girl obviously wasn't doing this job for the first time. She poked the salmon with her hand and said, "My family runs a fish shop. Ling Ran has stitched up my brother's wound and kept his tattoo. My brother said Give him a fish as a thank you."
Ling Jiecong understood now, straightened her back proudly, faced the yard, and said "Aww", "Son, the patient is here to give you a present."
The patient would give the doctor a gift stuffed with red envelopes, and Ling Jie Porridge had already known about it.
However, after decades of working as a clinic, Ling Jieju received only a handful of gifts.
My son has only been a doctor for a few days... To be precise, he has only been a hospital intern for a few days, and he can start receiving gifts. Ling Jieju is very proud.
He wished all the neighbors knew about it.
"Ling Ran, the patient is here to give gifts. It's a big box, come and move it quickly." Ling Jiezhou's body straightened up, and her protruding beer belly was put back desperately.
To say that when he was young, Ling Jie Congee also had a good skin, but the days in the clinic were too idle, and he gave birth to meat every day, and finally turned into a middle-aged man with a bloated face.
However, his voice is still loud and clear, once a love song resounded through Wugou.
Now, it can be done with a voice resounding through the ditch.
boom.
bang bang.
On both sides of the street, there was the sound of windows opening.
Most of the houses in Xiagou were built 20 or 30 years ago. People who have not changed the decoration and window lattices still use two wooden frames divided into four grids.
Ling Jie porridge was a little proud, he kept his eyes straight, and continued to make his chest and belly concave.
"Ling Ran... the patient came to give gifts..." Ling Jie congee yelled again when he heard that there was no sound of opening the window.
bang bang.
Then, someone opened the window to look around.
Ling Ran put on a T-shirt and went downstairs.
He read the book for half the night before going to bed yesterday, and he was quite sleepy at this moment.
Being a doctor is a lifelong study, and many people suffer from it.
Ling Ran doesn't care, he likes the beauty of certainty in surgery, and if he says he can cut you an inch, he won't cut you eight percent.
However, being forced to get up after only a few hours of sleep, Ling Ran was not in a good mood.
The biker girl looked at Ling Ran with such a beautiful mood that she almost drooled.
She has seen quite a few handsome guys. Nowadays, some boys even put on makeup.
However, she had never seen such a handsome boy with perfect facial features.
"Hi, my name is Lu Jinling, and I'm here to thank my brother." The biker girl's face straightened up, and the sharp edges and corners suddenly became less sharp.
Ling Ran rubbed his face, and asked a little stiffly, "Who is your brother?"
"Oh, I forgot to mention, my elder brother is Lu Haishan. Everyone in the market calls him the Deer King." Seeing that Ling Ran still didn't understand, Lu Jinling stroked her tender white arm with her hand and said: "He got a tattoo of a deer here, and you sewed it up for him the other day..."
"Unicorn?" Ling Ran called out his first impression.
Lu Jinling's complexion changed: "My brother hates being called a unicorn the most."
In the alley, it seemed to suddenly become quiet and cold.
The wind blew across the old asphalt, swirling up a few fallen leaves.
Seeing that Ling Ran's expression remained unchanged, Lu Jinling's heart jumped like a deer, and her voice became softer: "Forget it, my brother isn't here anyway, so when you meet him in the future, stop barking, So as not to suffer."
Ling Ran was noncommittal. When he was stitching, he looked at Comrade Unicorn's tattoo for a long time, and he didn't feel any anger or dissatisfaction from the other party.
"By the way, this is a gift from my brother." Lu Jinling took the initiative to open the big box on the ground, and once again showed the graceful figure of a fat fish.
The cool ice cubes make the inside of the box seem to be smoky.
Lu Jinling originally planned to deliver the fish and leave, but at this moment she couldn't move her legs, and couldn't help but said, "Do you usually eat salmon? Let me help you deal with it."
After finishing speaking, before Ling's father and son could answer, she pointed at Yang Hu first, and said, "Come and help me move the box."
Yang Hu looked stupid for a long time, and wanted to refuse, but saw that Lu Jinling had already entered Ling's courtyard with long white legs.