Felix moved two meters away from Ling Ran and followed him to the parking lot. He was a little emotional and excited.
He took small steps, and each step was about the length of eighteen spider plant leaves. He swung his arms with great strength, and his body twisted. It was as if he was taking a stroll and stretching his stiff muscles and bones after a long period of surgeries.
At this moment, Felix looked like an old man from the United States, and he was very different from an old man from China.
The air in the empty parking lot was cold and clear.
Felix took a few deep breaths, and he felt very comfortable.
He had not felt this way for a while.
When he thought back, it was only when he first became an attending physician that his mind was purely focused on the pursuit of skills.
At that time, he had a good income, but it was not to an exaggerated extent, so he could calmly enjoy all kinds of material comforts in life. At that time, his family was stable, and his children were still cute, so he could devote himself to work. At that time, his energy and stamina were also at the peak of his life. He had an almost perfect imagination of the pursuit of skills, so he could control his emotions and focus on clinical medicine …
It was also a beautiful and simple life.
Felix was proud of it, missed it, and wanted to replicate it.
After walking for a while, Felix became even more excited, and he said loudly, "Doctor Ling, you might not know this, but when I was studying in medical school, I walked to the parking lot like this every day. The parking lot of the school is very similar to the parking lot of your hospital, and it's also an open parking lot. At that time, the time when I was free was when I walked to the parking lot. What about you, Doctor Ling? Where do you feel the most free and comfortable? "
Ling Ran looked at Felix strangely and said, "The operating theater, of course."
Felix was stunned, and he said with a smile, "But when you just started performing surgeries and were still a resident doctor, you couldn't have felt free in the operating theater, right?"
Ling Ran thought for a while, nodded firmly, and said, "The operating theater gives me the most freedom."
"Will you be happy even if you're not the chief surgeon?" Felix did not quite believe it. He had some understanding of the working model in China's hospitals, and he knew that the status of the assistants in the operating theater in China was even lower than the assistants in the operating theaters in America, let alone the assistant of a resident doctor.
In fact, when he watched the video, Felix even saw an associate professor being kicked in the shin by the chief surgeon when he was acting as an assistant. This was basically unheard of in America's medical system.
Still, Ling Ran only thought about it for a few seconds before he said, "I'll be happy even if I don't have to be the chief surgeon. “
"You're happy being scolded?"
Ling Ran frowned. "Why were you scolded?"
Felix was stunned for a few seconds. He stared at Ling Ran's face for a few seconds and said, "Were you scolded when you were a resident doctor?"
"I won't."
"Why?" Felix retorted, "Even if you … even if the chief surgeon has a good temper, there will always be times when he has a mental breakdown and wants to scold someone. Won't he scold you?"
When a chief surgeon scolded someone in anger, it was the same for both Chinese and foreign people. In fact, China's surgeons also learned their skills from the West, and the inheritance of Peking Union Hospital came from the United States.
It was nothing more than how much English people used when they scolded others, and how many elegant words and vulgarities they used.
However, Ling Ran's experience was indeed different from others. He recalled a little and said, "Since I became a resident doctor, I've been a chief surgeon most of the time."
Felix was even more surprised. "Why?"
Ling Ran felt that this American's question was really strange. For the last time, he showed his politeness and answered, "Because the results of my surgeries are good. That's probably the reason."
Ling Ran did not intend to analyze it in depth. He took a few steps forward and pressed the key in his pocket. A bright Volkswagen Jetta King in front of him started beeping.
Felix was still doing complicated thinking questions at the back, but Ling Ran had already opened the door and sat in the driver's seat. He carefully checked the surroundings before he was satisfied and fastened his seatbelt.
Speaking of which, his Volkswagen Jetta King was originally not so bright, but after it was cleaned and refurbished in the car wash arranged by Yunli Medical Company, the paint color became even more beautiful. Recently, Ling Ran had also been quite fond of driving it.
The engine started gently and hummed.
Ling Ran was not in a hurry. For him, the operating theater was a very comfortable place, and the environment in the car was actually quite quiet. There were no complicated affairs, no assistants coming and going, and no girls coming and going with all kinds of ideas. No matter how he looked at it, Ling Ran felt relaxed and at ease.
* Click. *
Felix got into the car and closed the door. Then, he looked at the plastic parts that could be seen everywhere in the car. He looked at Ling Ran and asked, "Is this your car?"
"Yes." Ling Ran nodded.
Felix could not help but look at Ling Ran with pity. He said in English, "Is it really true that doctors in China can't earn money?"
Ling Ran did not answer him.
When Felix asked that question, he did not expect Ling Ran to answer. He could not help but smile. Then, he pretended to comfort him and said, "It's okay. When I first started working as a doctor, I also drove an old Japanese car. When I was young, driving an old car was also a good experience."
When Ling Ran saw that Felix was very happy with himself, he did not pay attention to him and continued driving.
Felix pursed his lips into a smile. Ling Ran, who was driving a broken Volkswagen Jetta, made him feel even more alive.
At this time, Felix finally took the time to send a message to Karen.
After a while, Ling Ran drove into the back door of Lower Groove Clinic.
After the renovation, Lower Groove Clinic looked quite modern. In the old Lower Groove Alley, it looked quite unique.
Felix nodded tastefully. After he got out of the car, he said, "It's quite a good building. Is this your private clinic?"
He had seen the hospital's logo.
Ling Ran nodded and said, "This is my family's clinic."
Felix was stunned. "Your family's clinic?"
Ling Ran nodded. Then, he saw a huge figure pouncing out of the courtyard.
"Young Ling, you're back!" The young nurse, Juan Zi, had watched Ling Ran grow up. At this time, she looked even more relieved. "Many neighbors came to look for you. If you didn't come back, the clinic would have been torn down."
Ling Ran nodded and said, "I'll go and take a look."
After he said that, he consciously sat behind the consultation desk.
A few neighbors saw him and immediately ran over.
"Ling Ran, you haven't been home for many days. Don't tire yourself out." Aunt Liu, the neighbor, reminded Ling Ran with concern. She then said, "Aunt, I have something to ask you. I have a relative who has been having trouble with his liver …"
Ling Ran listened leisurely and let Aunt Liu nag at him. For three generations, the Ling family's clinic had been doing neighborhood businesses like this. It was just that he had gained more trust after his status increased.
For neighborhood clinics like this, the focus was not on how many problems he solved or how many patients he helped. As Ling Ran listened to Aunt Liu's nagging quietly, Aunt Li and Aunt Wang also felt at ease.
Ling Jiezhou and Tao Ping came down from upstairs after asking about Ling Ran. Tao Ping lovingly pulled her son's hair a few times before she smiled and brought the dry tea table over. She sat beside the consultation desk and made tea for the people around her. She drank as she listened to Ling Ran.
Ling Jiezhou turned and went into the kitchen. In a few seconds, he started to cook porridge and dishes.
Juan Zi ran over again and stood in front of the unclaimed Felix. She asked, "Are you here to see a doctor?"
Felix looked at Juan Zi, who was twice his size. He gestured with his hand seriously and said in English, "I can't speak Mandarin."
"Can you translate for me?" Juan Zi waved her hand, and a good kid from the neighborhood was recommended.
A sixteen-year-old teenager was at the age where he was in his prime and had a strong desire for a mate. No matter what, he could not embarrass himself in front of the neighborhood. He looked at Felix, who was eager to communicate, and said solemnly, "What do you want to ask?"
"Just ask …" Juan Zi thought for a while and said, "Is there something wrong with this foreigner?"
The teenager nodded and cleared his throat a few times. He then raised his chin and asked Felix, "What's your problem?"
Felix's eyes twitched a few times. He then looked at Juan Zi's huge body and ferocious expression. He thought, 'This must be China's impoverished ghetto.'
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