Lower Groove was located in the southwest corner of Yun Hua's main city area. It used to be the main passageway for dirty things to enter and exit Yun Hua.
After the founding of the People's Republic of China, several renovations ended the history of dirty things flowing everywhere. However, it did not change the appearance of a village in the city.
There were several intersecting alleys nearby. There were old, dilapidated, low-rise buildings, and mysterious tube-shaped apartments. In addition, there was also an old courtyard surrounded by two stories, just like Ling Ran's house.
The old courtyard was left behind by his grandfather. It was renovated and expanded by Ling Jiezhou more than ten years ago.
At that time, it was also the Ling family's most glorious period. There was an endless stream of patients who came to see the doctor and buy medicine. Ling Ran's mother, Tao Ping, shopped every day, learned to dance, learn to drink tea, watch movies, and play the piano. She even had enough money left to build a house.
The plaque of the Ling family's Lower Groove Clinic was made of a whole piece of Nanmu …
Now, to prevent the plaque from being stolen, Ling Jiezhou could only hang it in the courtyard. As a result, only a light box from more than ten years ago was left outside the door. It shone with a strange red and yellow light.
When he opened the door, he could see the main room that had been transformed into an infusion room. There were seven or eight people sitting or lying, and they were receiving IV transfusions.
They were also the main source of income for Lower Groove Clinic. Nowadays, the medicine business had been snatched by large and small drug supermarkets and specialized pharmacies. The business of emergency treatment originally did not exist, because Ling Jiezhou was not a doctor.
In Ling Jiezhou's own words, he was just a businessman who ran a clinic.
Because of this, Lower Groove Clinic had to hire retired doctors all year round, so they earned less.
"You're back." Ling Jiezhou sat in the side room at the entrance and worked. There were always all kinds of account books and medical cases on his desk. Those who did not know would think that Mister Ling was a busy man.
Ling Ran knew that his father was just too lazy to clean the desk.
"Where's the doctor? Why is he dressed like a student? " Ling Jiezhou stood up and carefully examined his son. He asked, "Did you learn anything in Yun Hua Hospital? A big hospital is good, but there are a lot of rules. You have to be more attentive. "
Ling Ran nodded and asked, "Where's my mother?"
"She's upstairs making tea."
"Great, I'll go drink some tea." As Ling Ran spoke, he felt that his mouth was dry. Madam Tao Ping had been idle for more than ten years, but the standard of her hobbies and interests was still very high.
Ling Jiezhou also followed him up the stairs. As he walked, he said, "It's good to rest at home. When you're in the hospital, you must work hard. At the very least, you must get your medical practitioner's qualification certificate and hang it in our family's clinic. Then, I won't have to look for doctors to help me all the time."
"Doctor Xiong raised the price again?" Or rather, when he saw his father sticking out his butt, he knew what kind of sh * t he was.
As expected, Ling Jiezhou nodded in pain and said, "It increased by another 50 RMB. Every month! "
He was talking about the retired doctor hired by the clinic.
"It's time to raise the price. Even the people selling buns in the alley have raised the price."
"It just increased by 25 during the New Year." Ling Jiezhou shook his head. "In short, you have to do your internship well and strive to inherit the family business one day."
"Our son went to Yun Hua Hospital for his internship, but in the end, he still has to come back to inherit the family business?" On the balcony of the second floor, Tao Ping sat behind a tea table made of old ship wood. She brewed tea leisurely, and her posture was elegant.
Compared to the noise on the first floor, the second floor was like a paradise. Even the smell became better.
When Ling Jiezhou saw Tao Ping, he immediately became a lackey. He laughed and said, "How is that possible? I'm helping him. If he can't find a job in the hospital, it's not a bad idea to go back home and open a clinic. Son, aren't you? "
"I'll drink a cup of tea first." Ling Ran did not care what they said. He took down his Ru kiln cup from the antique shelf beside him, scalded it with boiling water, and asked his mother for some tea.
Tao Ping gently raised the transparent glass cup and poured a cup of wine-red tea into the Ru kiln cup. She said, "I brewed tea that was made in 2002. It's called ration tea. Don't listen to your father. He'll be fine with the clinic. You just have to study hard in the hospital and practice your medical skills. "
When she said this, Tao Ping's tone became a little dejected.
Ling Ran guessed that she was thinking about his grandfather, who passed away when he was in his prime. He did not say much and just sat down to enjoy the tea.
Ling Jiezhou tore open a packet of mung bean cakes and placed it on a small white plate as a snack. He smiled and said, "I agree with my wife. Ling Ran, you have to practice your medical skills well and become a chief physician as soon as possible. You'll get a high salary and freedom. When the time comes, we'll hang your sign in our clinic …"
As Ling Jiezhou spoke, he even used his hand to draw in the air.
"Got it." What else could Ling Ran say?
* Bang! *
The door downstairs let out a wail as it was hit.
"Doctor, is the doctor here?"
The person who came screamed at the top of his lungs, and the people upstairs could not sit still anymore.
"Something happened. I'll go down and take a look." Although Ling Jiezhou did not know any medical skills, he was still very concerned about the clinic's business.
Ling Ran quickly put down his teacup and followed him down.
On the first floor.
The owner of the knife-cut noodles restaurant cum chef had a hand wrapped in a towel, and it was dripping with blood. Next to him was a young waiter in the restaurant. He was so anxious that he did not know what to do. He just kept shouting.
Doctor Xiong was old. He staggered to the courtyard and put on his presbyopic glasses. He first commented, "Boss Yang, how many years have you been shaving noodles? How can you still cut your hand?"
"The knife fell from the chopping board. I was confused, and I reached out to catch it." Boss Yang grimaced in pain as he spoke. He then said, "There's quite a lot of blood. Can you see if you can stop it?"
He had been shaving noodles for more than ten years, and he had experience in being shaved. After he was injured, he would first think of a way to stop the bleeding, and then go to a big hospital for treatment. After all, they had been neighbors for many years, and he basically knew what kind of a clinic Lower Groove Clinic was.
Doctor Xiong was not offended. He nodded casually and said, "You're quite muddle-headed. Let me take a look first. Have you called a taxi? No matter how serious the injury is, you can't run there by yourself. You'll bleed even more. "
When Ling Ran walked down the stairs, he heard this conversation, and he could not help but cover his eyes.
'I'm the dignified Lower Groove Clinic, but when I encounter a patient who accidentally cut himself, the first thing I think about is not treatment, but transfer him to another hospital. This is really … very Lower Groove Clinic.'
Ling Ran did not need to be too conflicted. He grabbed a large white coat at the bottom of the stairs, put it on, and walked over. He said, "Let me help."
The moment he made his decision, a notification from the system appeared.
[Newbie Mission: A Small Test]
[Mission Details: Treat Yang Zhongshu's Hand and Obtain Satisfactory Results]
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