Wow.
Hush.
Just after dawn, the sound of sweeping the floor came from the yard.
Ling Ran turned over and got up, thinking: Dad slept on the sofa last night? Woke up so early.
He washed up on the second floor, changed his clothes before going downstairs, and saw that the road surface had been swept clean, and even the ditch beside the road had been washed with water. Not far away, a slender figure was approaching the intersection struggling to clean...
Slender
Ling Ran struggled to recall Comrade Ling Jieju's body that was becoming more and more like a washing machine, and was full of doubts. Could it be that some neighbor nearby had a mental problem
"Hello, Doctor Ling."
Master Huang Mao, who was cleaning, heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the sound of the door lock opening. If Ling Ran didn't come out again, his waist would have to be crippled.
Facing Ling Ran's suspicion, Master Huang Mao smiled and said, "I bought some fried dough sticks, soy milk and tofu nao. I don't know if you like it. There are also some side dishes. It's in the basket by the door. I'll get it."
Master Huang Mao picked up the broom, trotted over, and picked up a bamboo flower basket from the bluestone board next to the gate of Xiagou Clinic. The breakfast was neatly stacked inside. Judging from the appearance of the outer packaging, it should be purchased at the end of the alley, enough for five or six people to eat.
Ling Ran was stunned for a moment, and looked at Master Huang Mao quite unexpectedly. Although he often received gifts, such affordable and large gifts were relatively rare. Generally speaking, if girls send food, it is either a big brand or an imported one. It's either special or self-made, and I use fried dough sticks from my own alley to make up... Boys... Boys really don't know how to give gifts.
"I represent the company, thank you for your support." Huang Maoshi recalled the content of the sales course, and said cautiously: "Today I am here to help you and do something."
"Hello." Ling Ran looked at the other party suspiciously.
He remembered that Huang Maoshi, the medical representative of Changxi Pharmaceutical Company, seemed to have a strange mind and could only giggle.
Master Huang Mao kept smiling and said, "Dr. Ling has prescribed a lot of our company's consumables recently. Although they are all under the name of Director Huo, they should be counted as yours. We will separate them for you. There is nothing to do today. I just want to thank you…”
Mr. Huang Maoshi has gradually adapted to the work of a medical representative, and especially learned the skills of smiling deeply in front of female clients and superficially smiling in front of male clients.
Although he no longer has the spectacle of walking on the catwalk, Comrade Huang Maoshi, who doesn't want to have a youthful meal and wants to have more dignity, feels that the job of a medical representative is very suitable for him.
Master Huang Mao looked at Ling Ran who was bewildered, and smiled again, "Your yard is really well organized."
"Oh, please come in, you can sit in the middle." Ling Ran finally understood, and politely led him to the stone table in the middle of the yard.
Master Huang Mao stood up the broom by the door, entered with a flower basket, exchanged greetings, and then put the food on the dining table. I had milk and fried eggs.
Looking at Master Huang Mao who was busy in the kitchen, Tao Ping couldn't help hesitating, looked at the food on the table, and said unnaturally: "Xiao Ran, the people who came to our house to help cook in the past were usually pretty girls, right?" .Actually, it’s still okay for a girl like the one who came to make fish last time, although she’s a little selfish... "
Ling Jiecong immediately heard Tao Ping's entanglement, and couldn't help laughing: "Honey, what are you thinking? This is a medical representative. He came to give gifts because Ling Ran is a doctor. You are thinking badly."
"Am I wrong?"
"Yeah, it's like the medical representatives who often come to our clinic to deliver infusion bags and so on, don't they also help us with this and that..."
"You have the wrong attitude."
"Ah?" Ling Jie congee was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly panicked.
Ling Ran finished eating the deep-fried dough sticks in his hand, clapped his hands, and said, "I'm going to the hospital."
"Doctor Ling, Doctor Ling." Master Huang Mao who had just brought out the soup from the kitchen quickly called Ling Ran to stop, and said, "You want to go to the hospital to continue the operation, right?"
"Of course." Ling Ran nodded.
"I forgot to mention just now. Director Huo asked me to tell you that because the ward is full, it is best to postpone today's operation for one day. When the patient is discharged tomorrow and the bed is vacated, let's continue with the tang method." Master Huang Mao said in the apron Wipe your hands on your face, it looks like a housework.
"There is no hospital bed..." It was only then that Ling Ran realized that none of the patients who had performed the tang method for 13 cases in one go seemed to have been discharged from the hospital. It is equivalent to saying that half of the observation room in the emergency department are his own patients.
Considering that there are five other treatment groups in the emergency department, it is estimated that the ward has begun to add extra beds.
"Dean Zhou has agreed to build another operating room. For the ready-made room, just put the hospital bed in it, and connect with oxygen and the like." Master Huang said with a chuckle, "We started to build it this morning. It will be done."
Needless to say, this business has also been handed over to the Changxi Provincial Pharmaceutical Company.
Ling Ran didn't care about it, but he couldn't go to the hospital for surgery, so he felt bored instantly.
Perhaps Ling Jieju noticed it, perhaps to avoid his wife's attitude correction, or perhaps out of stinginess, he repeatedly said to Ling Ran: "You don't need to go to the hospital, just help at home, our family is coming to see a doctor now There are too many people, and there are patients who need to be stitched by Jinlu, I will call in a while and tell Dr. Miao not to come."
"Who is Doctor Miao?" Ling Ran asked.
"It's a part-time doctor invited here, who specializes in suturing and also has beauty needles." Ling Jie porridge proudly held up two fingers, and said, "It's only this amount."
"Two thousand a month?" Ling Ran thought, even cheaper than Dr. Xiong
Ling Jie congee hummed a little depressed, and said, "Two hundred a day. How can two thousand be so cheap?"
At this time, Huang Maoshi came out with the cooked seaweed and egg drop soup, and said with a smile: "Our company now hires a driver, and we have to bargain for 300 yuan a day."
"That's incomparable." Ling Jie porridge thanked him, asked Huang Maoshi to sit down, and said, "There are so many jobs that drivers can find, and how many places can doctors work part-time? Isn't it? So, this is called a market economy." , the market determines the price.”
Naturally, Huang Maoshi would not refute, and nodded with a smile.
"Anyway, today's wages are saved, Ling Ran, you can stitch." Ling Jie congee rubbed his hands, very happy.
"I have more than 500 yuan for one operation now." Ling Ran calmly scooped up a bowl of soup for himself.
Ling Jiecong immediately looked at Master Huang Mao, who nodded slightly.
Ling Jiecong was only surprised for two seconds, then opened his mouth and laughed, and then said with some regret: "Oh, it will be great when our clinic can perform this operation. Dad will count eight... six hundred for you." Surgery Fees."