"You're here?"
"Yes. How long have you been here?"
"About half an hour. It's almost time to open. " Huang Maoshi put his hands in his pockets, raised his chin slightly, and stepped on the stairs in front of him with his long legs. He posed like a Japanese manga character and said in a very arrogant manner, "Lower Groove Clinic usually opens after seven o 'clock, but sometimes it opens ten to twenty minutes earlier. There's nothing wrong with coming earlier."
The people who were waiting in front of him praised Huang Maoshi weakly. They were all pharmaceutical sales representatives, and their limited saliva was used to lick the doctor's boots. It was too wasteful to lick each other's boots.
Huang Maoshi was still proud of himself.
He was not a very strong pharmaceutical sales representative, and he did not manage to capture Ling Ran's full attention. Therefore, as Ling Ran's business grew, pharmaceutical sales representatives from other companies inevitably appeared around him.
After struggling in the beginning, Huang Maoshi was at ease with the situation.
Changxi Medical Company was not small, but it was not to the extent where he could take all of them. He himself did not have the ability to capture a big client like Ling Ran. If he were a girl, Huang Maoshi might have challenged him, just like his junior sister …
Of course, Huang Maoshi could be said to be the envy of the people in the industry because he could make money while he was asleep. After living like this for a long time, Huang Maoshi gradually began to enjoy it. His ambition was basically extinguished when he gave up being a model. If it were not for his good luck in getting a big client like Ling Ran, Huang Maoshi felt that he would have fallen into depravity sooner or later.
'Now …' Huang Maoshi patted his small belly, which was nourished by small amounts of beer. He glanced at the people around him and smiled disdainfully.
The door opened.
Several pharmaceutical sales representatives swarmed in. Some cleaned, some watered, and some went straight into the kitchen.
Huang Maoshi rushed to the big water tank and was responsible for feeding the fish.
His fish food was specially made. Not only was it delicious, but it could also make the goldfish brighter and its scales shiny. It was very popular with Ling Jiezhou.
When Ling Ran heard the movement downstairs, he pushed the door open and came out.
When Huang Maoshi heard the creak of Ling Ran's door, he immediately looked up and rushed to be the first to greet him. "Doctor Ling, you're awake."
"I'm awake." Ling Ran looked around and nodded at everyone before he went to the kitchen to eat.
His family owned a clinic, and there were always people coming and going. When he was young, his neighbors would often send him food or invite him to their homes to eat, but they rarely sent him breakfast.
"I'll help you get the porridge." Huang Maoshi was very attentive.
Ling Ran thanked him and said, "Help me move my easel and paintbrushes from the garage to the courtyard."
"Huh, an easel?" Huang Maoshi was very surprised. "Are you going to practice painting?"
"More or less." Ling Ran was not prepared to explain.
He had opened all three Intermediate Treasure Chests last night. As expected, he had encountered two chests of Virtual Humans, which added eight hours of Virtual Humans time.
In the third treasure chest, Ling Ran obtained a new skill — Quick Draw (Perfect Level).
Sketching was a fast method of drawing from life. It included straight line sketching, hook sketching, line and surface sketching, light and dark sketching, and so on.
The acquisition of this skill immediately changed Ling Ran's plans for the day. As a result, there was one less Glory player in Kings of Glory today.
Under Ling Ran's orders, Huang Maoshi and another pharmaceutical sales representative quickly ran into the garage and used a small cart inside to move a few big boxes out.
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"Doctor Ling, should we put them in the atrium?" Huang Maoshi was so busy that he was sweating profusely.
"Thank you." Ling Ran finished breakfast and went into the courtyard again. He opened the parasol, took out a big easel from the box with the word 'mabef' written on it, and set it up.
"Are you going to draw from life?" A pharmaceutical sales representative came up to him and said with a smile, "When I was in school, I learned how to draw for a period of time. I can be your assistant or something …"
Ling Ran shook his head slightly.
"Then, should I help you set the scene? If you want to draw the courtyard, isn't it better to move the miscellaneous items in front of the kitchen? "
Ling Ran sat down, unfolded a piece of paper, and said, "I don't need the scene. I'm just sitting here to draw, not to draw from life."
"Then, should I be your model?" The person stroked his hair and looked very confident.
Ling Ran looked at him and said calmly, "I'm going to draw an anatomical diagram."
As he spoke, Ling Ran casually took a pencil and danced on the drawing paper.
In a flash, the image of a liver that was short in the front and thick in the back appeared on the paper.
The pharmaceutical sales representatives looked at each other.
'What does this mean?'
At this time, Ling Ran turned the drawing paper and looked at it for a while. He continued to draw a few more times, and a few blood vessels appeared in the back half of the liver. Huang Maoshi had never studied medicine, but he could still recognize that it was indeed blood vessels.
"What are you drawing?" Huang Maoshi was very puzzled.
"Since I'm free, I'm drawing the changes in the blood vessels of the liver that I've recently encountered that left a deep impression on me." As Ling Ran spoke, he began to draw quickly based on his memory.
When it came to memory, Ling Ran's brain was still relatively good.
Of course, compared to those geniuses who could read ten lines at a glance and had a photographic memory, Ling Ran's memory was still quite limited. At most, he could only remember which love letter was from which girl, and which gift was a gift in return …
If he could not do this, Ling Ran's elementary school and high school years would not have been so easy.
Moreover, compared to the names of his female classmates, Ling Ran felt that the changes in the blood vessels of the liver were easier to remember.
Speaking of which, many of Ling Ran's surgeries were recorded in high definition. However, the functions of sketching and painting were still not replaced by photos.
Even if it was a published paper, the visual effect of the changes in the blood vessels was still far better than the photos of blood samples.
In Ling Ran's opinion, this should also be the greatest function of sketching.
After the pharmaceutical sales representatives were at a loss for a few minutes, they gradually returned to normal.
The pharmaceutical sales representatives who often served Ling Ran and the Ling family could easily convince themselves when they encountered strange things. Besides, Ling Ran was not particularly strange now. It was just that he suddenly began to draw, and he drew very quickly. His drawing was also very … strange …
Ling Ran drew for more than an hour in one go before he took a short break and drank two mouthfuls of water. Then, he took out his phone and called Yu Yuan. He said, "I drew a few pictures of the changes in the blood vessels of the liver. Later, check the video of our surgery and organize it."
"Blood vessel changes? Drawing? That's very troublesome, isn't it? "Yu Yuan's answer was echoing, as if she was strolling in some empty warehouse.
"It's not too troublesome." Ling Ran counted the more than thirty pictures he just drew, indicating that the workload was very small.
Yu Yuan could not help but become excited. "Then it's best to draw a few more pictures. If we can accumulate more cases, we can directly publish a book."
"Okay." Ling Ran agreed. For him, this was indeed very simple.
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