Soon, a long line formed in front of Ling Ran's chair.
Most of the people in the line were young nurses and doctors who had nothing to do.
Health inspection was not an immediate diagnosis. Doctors mostly made diagnoses based on previous physical examination reports and physical examinations on the spot.
Resident doctors might be able to operate in the operating theater, but only senior attending physicians with more than ten years of experience would make diagnoses.
Those who were diagnosed with major diseases would usually be admitted to the hospital on the spot. Aside from prescribing medication for minor diseases, the sanatorium's infirmary was in charge of the simplest intravenous infusion.
Intramuscular injections, also known as butt injections, had long been abandoned by large hospitals like Yun Hua. They would only prescribe it under very few circumstances, and it was even more impossible for them to do it for the elderly in the sanatorium.
Because of this, young nurses who had nothing to do and young doctors who were ignored naturally gathered at the back.
"Ah … oh …"
"Hmm … oh, oh, ah!"
"Sob, sob, sob …"
"Ahhhhhh …"
The cries grew louder and louder. The different cries seemed to light up the silent air, causing the atmosphere in the sanatorium to heat up.
The director of the sanatorium had just sat down in his office and turned on his computer when he heard strange sounds. After he confirmed that the sounds did not come from his stereo system, he rushed over.
Then, the panting hospital director watched as a very handsome young male doctor, who only appeared in idol dramas, grabbed the necks of the doctors and nurses one after another, squeezing them so hard that they meowed. Some of them were even Japanese meows.
When he looked closely, he saw the staff of the sanatorium among them.
Judging by their expressions, all the male doctors who were grabbed were like tortoises caught by an eagle. They were twitching all over.
The female doctors and nurses who were grabbed were more like white cranes whose necks were caught by a beast. They screamed and twitched, and at most, they kicked their legs as if they were dying. The director even suspected that a young nurse was rolling her eyes, and it was obvious that she was not looking at him with hostility.
"What … What are they doing?" The director of the sanatorium was in his forties. He was very thin, and he looked like a man with few desires.
The director especially admired the old man's way of doing things, and he strongly promoted the management philosophy of "non-interference and meticulous care" in the sanatorium, which was deeply appreciated by the leaders of the Health Bureau.
However, the scene before their eyes had completely overturned the sanatorium's spirit.
The young staff member who just received a two-minute massage felt extremely comfortable from the inside out. How could she still remember the motto of the sanatorium? She smiled foolishly and said, "Doctor Ling's massage is really good. Director, you should go and try it."
"Nonsense! A massage is a massage, why are you calling me that? "
"Isn't that comfortable?"
"Comfortable? How comfortable could it be? I think you're deliberately causing trouble. " The hospital director had a stern expression on his face. He strode over to Ling Ran and sat down in front of Ling Ran before a staff member of the sanatorium did. It was as if he wanted to prove his theory.
The staff of the sanatorium was angry, but they did not dare say anything. Ling Ran only cast him a strange glance before he handed him a bottle of alcohol-based hand sanitizer and said, "Apply this to your neck and neck."
The dean looked back and said, "Don't you have a towel?"
"It has to be disinfected," Ling Ran answered firmly. At the same time, he exercised his wrist and rested.
The director squeezed some alcohol-based hand sanitizer onto his neck and neck.
Ling Ran waited for him to dry before he used the towel as a pillow and pinched the hospital director's neck.
The sneering hospital director's gaze instantly froze.
'This is the sky.
'This is the land.
'The air here is fragrant, and the sun is bright.
'The trees here are green, the water here is clear, and the sand here is white.
'This is the most beautiful threshing ground during the wheat harvest in my memory.
'The loudest sound in my memory is the crowing of hens after laying eggs.
…..
"Alright, there's osteophyte hyperplasia in the cervical vertebra. There's no major problem." Ling Ran patted the hospital director's shoulder and asked him to stand up.
The hospital director stood up in a daze and saw a few people laughing around a phone.
He walked over and clearly heard a familiar yet unfamiliar moan from the phone.
"Did I … moan?" the hospital director asked them while trembling.
A few people raised their heads, and one of them laughed boldly. "Yes, you did. Do you want to see?"
"Forget it, forget it." The hospital director covered his face and left. He did not dare to say another word.
…..
"Doctor, what kind of disease can this cure?" An old man paced back and forth before he finally came to Ling Ran.
"I only know how to massage the cervical vertebra," Ling Ran said, "You can sit down and try."
"I won't break it, right?"
The old man was still a little wary of massage. After all, he had osteoporosis, unlike young people, whose limbs were soft.
However, although Ling Ran's Master Level Massage was limited to the cervical vertebra, the age requirement was very broad. It could be as young as a month old child, or as old as a hundred years old.
The few doctors who Ling Ran massaged just now were already in their sixties. At this moment, he said confidently, "Sit down, I'll massage gently. What kind of diseases do you have?"
"All kinds of diseases. High blood pressure, diabetes, rheumatoid arthritis, vasculitis, varicose veins, bone hyperplasia, disc herniation … "The old man recited fluently, and he did not look old at all.
Ling Ran nodded and changed to a thin cloth pad. He put his hand on the old man's neck and slowly felt it.
The old man's skin tended to be loose, and his muscles were no longer thick. With a little force from his fingers, he could touch the vertebra, and he could even outline the general shape in his mind.
Ling Ran moved his wrist gently.
Once.
Twice.
He skipped the kneading step and directly pressed on it.
"I …" The old man was about to say something, but Ling Ran's massage made him swallow his words.
The old man could not help but close his eyes, and his whole body trembled slightly.
Many geriatric diseases were accompanied by physical pain.
Rheumatoid arthritis would hurt, varicose veins would hurt, and bone hyperplasia would also hurt …
Most pain could be relieved with painkillers, but most elderly people in China refused to take painkillers. Instead, the pain would become less painful as time went on.
Ling Ran relaxed the muscles on his neck, and his headache was immediately alleviated a lot.
"Oh … it's really not bad." The old man wanted to praise Ling Ran as he spoke.
"Don't move." Ling Ran smiled, pinched the old man's jaw, and gently turned it at an angle.
* Crack. *
After a barely audible sound, Ling Ran let go of his hand and said with a smile, "Try it."
The old man turned his head gently and said in surprise, "It doesn't hurt anymore?"
"Did it hurt before?" Ling Ran was also surprised. He was not an expert in geriatrics, and he was not very familiar with the situation of the elderly.
The old man sighed softly and said, "It doesn't matter if it hurts or not. Sigh, it's good that my neck doesn't hurt anymore. It's good that it doesn't hurt anymore."
Ling Ran gently helped the old man up.
Relieving pain was a doctor's highest goal. He always hoped that he could achieve it occasionally.
The old man was still very happy. He slowly massaged his neck and said with a smile, "Hey, my neck really doesn't hurt anymore."
"It really doesn't hurt anymore?" The other old people who came with him came forward to ask.
"This neck feels like it's ten years younger. My head doesn't feel heavy, and it doesn't hurt anymore."
"Just ten years younger?"
"It's good enough that it doesn't hurt anymore. What else do you want?"
"That's true. Let me have a massage too," an old lady said as she sat down in front of Ling Ran. She had reserved a spot for Ling Ran.
When the medical staff who were originally queuing saw the large group of old people who claimed to be sick valiantly rush over, they looked at each other, lowered their heads, and left …
When some old people saw this, they were immediately unhappy. They knocked their walking sticks on the ground. "All of you, stand still. Those who have queued up, continue to queue up. Those who want a massage, stand at the back. Those who want to see can look, and those who want to queue up. "
The medical staff who was stopped smiled. "I asked you to queue up. What if you get tired of standing and fall down? It's better for you to go first. "
"There has to be an order of arrival," the old man with the walking stick said and began to think about the first problem.
"Use that sign. The sign for queuing at the Mahjong table." An old woman instantly thought of a solution, and everyone agreed with her.
After a while, a box of wooden signs was sent over. The old people picked up half a wooden sign and tied it around their waists. They were considered to be queuing up.
They could even sit and chat while they queued up. It was very lively.
"This doctor who massages is really handsome …" an old man commented after observing for a while.
"He's also very strong. His body looks very sturdy, just like me when I was young," another bald old man said smugly.
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