Wang Zhuangyong worked in Lower Groove Clinic until eleven o 'clock at night before he reluctantly rode a public bicycle and left.
In fact, there were not many people in the clinic after ten o 'clock at night. Money was tempting, and Wang Zhuangyong could not stop paying 25 RMB for each session of rehabilitation.
He could earn 25 RMB for each additional customer. Wang Zhuangyong, a young resident doctor, could not resist the temptation of such a good thing.
He was rehabilitating patients in the hospital. He performed the same procedure for a longer period of time. Not to mention that he did not receive much respect, the fee he charged was only a pitiful 12.50 RMB. The money he earned was only enough to buy a small bottle of Coke.
As a boy who had just graduated from university, Wang Zhuangyong needed to prove himself the most. Earning money with his own labor made Wang Zhuangyong excited. Of course, the most important thing was that the fee was 25 RMB per session, which was very cheap.
He went home, slept, went to work, and got off work.
When the sky turned dark, Wang Zhuangyong went straight to Lower Groove Clinic.
"Oh, Doctor Wang, you're here."
"Young Wang, give me a queue number."
"Doctor Wang, come to our clinic when you're free …"
Voices rose and fell in the courtyard of Lower Groove Clinic. It was so lively that it was like an old KTV with old princesses.
Ling Jiezhou also chuckled. He carried a thermos bottle he bought when Ling Ran was born and sent Wang Zhuangyong into the small room. He then poured hot water for him and said with a smile, "Doctor Wang, you've worked hard. I'll let the patients who registered come in one by one. Let's keep the same pace as before."
"Okay, okay." Wang Zhuangyong immediately agreed like an old singer who had been immersed in this field for many years.
"I'm the first in the queue." The middle-aged woman rushed over without hesitation, and the other middle-aged women behind her laughed and scolded her. They talked about old cows, plants, chewing, and so on.
After working hard for a few days, Wang Zhuangyong gained some fame. Many residents in the neighborhood came for rehabilitation.
After all, as long as a person lived long enough, there would always be some discomfort.
With the encouragement of 25 RMB, Wang Zhuangyong worked hard for two more days. He then called Chen Wanhao and asked him to go to Lower Groove Clinic. He said, "Let's meet again in the university dormitory."
Today's student reunions had a bad reputation, but small gatherings of three to five people were still quite popular.
Wang Zhuangyong thought that it was time to let Chen Wanhao, a second-generation tycoon, witness his success.
Chen Wanhao did not think too much about it. He only asked, "Is Ling Ran free?"
"Yes. Recently, he often returned to the clinic. Otherwise, how can we get together? "Wang Zhuangyong smiled. Some of his rehabilitation patients were patients who had undergone surgery on Ling Ran. The process was similar to that in the hospital, and the fees were similar as well.
"Is he okay at the hospital? Didn't he never go home before? Yun Hua Hospital is too big. Don't let others take advantage of you, "Chen Wanhao asked out of concern. Unlike Ling Ran, who was snatched by different departments in Yun Hua Hospital before he even finished his internship, Chen Wanhao and Wang Zhuangyong could only go to hospitals that were one level lower. Their work was slightly easier, but it was not too easy.
Wang Zhuangyong snickered. "Dummy, what are you thinking about? Ling Ran is doing very well. He only came back a few more times to help out at his family's clinic. You'll know the details when you come."
"Alright." Chen Wanhao made an appointment with Wang Zhuangyong again before he hung up.
Wang Zhuangyong put away his phone and immediately began to clean up his small table, chair, and even his small house. He also used a rag to wipe the 25 RMB sign clean.
Chen Wanhao's family was quite rich, but Wang Zhuangyong deeply doubted whether he could earn that much money.
In fact, Wang Zhuangyong guessed that Chen Wanhao would definitely not be able to earn that much money. When he thought of this, Wang Zhuangyong wanted to put his hands on his hips and laugh loudly.
No matter what, finding a reason to reunite after graduation was already a happy thing. Especially if he could earn money for the party, that would be even better.
The next day.
Since noon, people came and went on the second floor of Lower Groove Clinic to set things up.
Huang Maoshi was in the kitchen, and he carefully looked at every dish.
"Those who serve the plates, be careful. They are all exquisite side dishes, and the most important thing is to decorate the plates …" Huang Maoshi reminded them, and he was full of anxiety.
Ling Ran was no longer just a treatment group leader in Yun Hua Emergency Medical Center. His habit of using medicine and materials inevitably affected the entire Yun Hua Emergency Medical Center and even Yun Hua Hospital. This was especially so when it came to hepatectomy. Ling Ran's choice of medicine and consumables had a huge impact.
Even if it was just based on the products Ling Ran used, Ling Ran alone was equivalent to three to five doctors from the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery.
Such a high-quality doctor was originally in the arms of Changxi Medical Company. Who would have thought that Yunli Medical Company would come out of nowhere and snatch the resources that belonged to Changxi Medical Company …
Fortunately, Lower Groove Clinic was still a place that Huang Maoshi was familiar with. This time, when he heard that Ling Ran was going to hold a small gathering, he almost used up all his energy.
Abalone, sea cucumber, yellow croaker, and other seafood that sounded valuable were all served. There was no need to serve flashy but impractical seafood like shark's fin, shark's lips, and shark's maw …
Huang Maoshi had to ensure the effect of the dishes and control the budget. In the end, he could only show off his hospitality. He stood at the door on a cold day and wagged his tail when he saw people.
"Doctors from big hospitals are really different. There's even a pharmaceutical sales representative here to help you." Chen Wanhao's coat was taken away by Huang Maoshi. He walked into the courtyard in a relaxed manner, and his voice traveled far.
"It has nothing to do with me. I'm here to curry favor with Ling Ran." Wang Zhuangyong welcomed Chen Wanhao upstairs and said with a smile, "Please wait for a while. Ling Ran is still performing surgery, and I also have a few patients. You can make some tea by yourself. I remember that you know how to make tea, right?"
"Yes." Chen Wanhao looked at Wang Zhuangyong in puzzlement and asked, "Do you have patients in Ling Ran's family's clinic?"
"Yes, not too many. There are only ten to twenty patients a day." Wang Zhuangyong lowered his head. He was afraid that his smug smile would affect the effect of him showing off.
As expected, Chen Wanhao was a little surprised. After a while, he asked, "Is Ling Ran's family around?"
Wang Zhuangyong said, "They heard that we're going to have a gathering in the clinic today, so they went on a trip. They went on a trip when they decided to leave. "
"Alright, go and do your work." Chen Wanhao sat at the head of the table and started to make tea.
Then, Wang Zhuangyong went downstairs and disappeared through the small door that cost 25 RMB each time.
Chen Wanhao was stunned. He could not help but take out his phone and take a picture of the neon door that cost 25 RMB each time. He also took a picture of the small door that was hidden from view and uploaded it to his WeChat Moments. [Being a doctor is to make people who are lying in bed feel refreshed when they stand up.]
"Young man, you have to be more serious when you make tea. Only then will the tea taste good." A slight accent could be heard from the other side of the table.
"Oh, I'm just making tea casually." Chen Wanhao saw that the other party had sat down, so he simply smiled. "I'll heat a cup for you."
"Thank you very much." Wang Chuanwen, who had just returned from another city, was polite. He turned around slightly and asked, "Are you an employee of Lower Groove Clinic?"
"No, I'm Ling Ran's classmate." Chen Wanhao smiled.
"You're so young." Wang Chuanwen sighed and asked, "Are you here to have fun?"
"Yes, we're from the same dormitory in the university. We're meeting up."
"Then, you're an old friend of Doctor Ling's. That's great, that's great …" Wang Chuanwen's attitude instantly became warmer.
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