In the afternoon.
Some light drizzles fell on Centurial Beach, dispersing much of the scorching summer heat.
The banner with the words "Health Patrol" hung on the bus rented by Yun Hua Hospital was stuck to the body of the bus in a rather disheveled manner. The mud splashed by the wheels of the bus was naturally unpleasant.
* Dong, dong. *
Three old men raised the big gong and struck it with all their might.
Following that, the melodious sound of a zither could be heard. A group of old ladies dressed in colorful dancing costumes waved their fans and danced as they sang: "Sending off the Red Army (Ge) down the mountain, the autumn wind (Ge), the drizzle (Ge) lingers (Ge), the wild deer (Ge) on the mountain (Ge) wails...
The sanatorium's cultural program did not change much. There would always be similar song and dance performances during festivals and when it was time to send off the deceased. Today, there were slightly more people participating.
Even the old Red Army men who rarely went out came to the courtyard in wheelchairs. They basked in the sun comfortably and smiled as they reminisced.
More people sang along with the sound of the zither.
"Thousands of soldiers and horses stood by the river, hundreds of thousands of people cried, our kindness is as deep as the sea, don't forget the Red Army, the revolution is a success, go home early …"
The old Red Army men who had been slurring their words for many years now sang along with the chorus clearly.
Go home early …
Go home early …
When the song ended, the sound of a solo erhu rang. It did not last long before it was drowned out by the intense sound of a guitar.
"Liu, are you looking for trouble again?" The old erhu man had a bad temper. He stood up in a huff, and his whole body was shaking.
The old man who played the guitar was dressed in a leather jacket and pants. He laughed. "What's wrong? You play the erhu, I play the guitar. People can listen to whichever they like. Do you understand democracy?"
"You play the erhu."
"You play it. I have paper, do you want it? "
"Honey, you smile so sweetly … like a flower blooming in the spring breeze … Blooming in the spring breeze …"
A few old ladies eagerly put on their cheongsams and came out to sing. They pushed the erhu and the guitar away.
The director of the sanatorium, who had been speaking to the people from Yun Hua Hospital, slapped his thigh and said in exasperation, "Damn, they're going to have a singing duel again. Everyone, I'm sorry, I'll go and persuade them lest someone passes out from anger."
The director quickly ran over. While instructing the staff to remove the objects blocking the way, he also persuaded the performance team to go back before it was time for them to go on stage.
The cadres and doctors of Yun Hua Hospital at the bottom of the bus maintained their smiles. They continued to wave their arms and thank everyone around them.
It was only when the sound of the erhu started playing again that the sanatorium arranged for everyone to board the bus and leave slowly.
In the sanatorium, the songs and dances were still going on as usual. The people who were here to bid farewell were performing in full swing. Apart from the fact that their movements were smaller and their clothes were more extravagant, it was like a school New Year's Day performance.
Everyone entertained themselves and felt extremely happy.
Ling Ran held a box full of gifts and sat in the back. He took the opportunity to sort them out one by one.
Doctor Zhou and his resident doctor helped by the side and took notes for Ling Ran.
"One ginseng …"
"A bottle of cod liver oil …"
"One ginseng …"
"A bottle of grape seed oil …"
"One ginseng …"
Doctor Zhou could not help but say enviously, "It's really good to have a good face. You're treating patients, and so am I. Why are you the only one who got a gift? Wow, what a big ginseng."
This time, even the resident doctor could not help but glance at Doctor Zhou. He said in a low voice, "Ling Ran really treated patients this time."
Doctor Zhou's face turned dry, as if his face was stained with salt. He said in a salty tone, "I took his blood pressure dozens of times yesterday."
"I was the one who took your blood pressure," the patient retorted weakly.
"Oh … right, I forgot." Doctor Zhou chuckled and said to Ling Ran, "You're pretty good at massaging. If you go to a traditional Chinese medicine hospital, you'll get about 100 RMB for each massage. You'll get ten or twenty RMB, and you'll earn quite a lot after a day."
"Oh," Ling Ran replied nonchalantly.
Doctor Zhou's gaze turned cold. "Ling Ran, don't listen to that talent scout. It's not that easy to be a celebrity."
"Oh." Ling Ran's gaze swept across the patient's cervical vertebrae, and he forcibly suppressed the urge to massage them.
Only one day and one night had passed since the three-day mission, and there was still room for improvement. The return journey was nearly three hours, and it would be a waste to just sit there and do nothing.
"Ling Ran? What are you thinking about? "Doctor Zhou said, but he did not get a response. He could not help but feel a little helpless. If another resident doctor said that he wanted to be a celebrity, he would definitely bow and send him off. But Ling Ran was different. He really had the possibility to become a celebrity.
"You're too tired. Let me give you a massage." Ling Ran could not hold it in anymore. He randomly found an excuse, took out a white towel, and put his hand on Doctor Zhou's neck.
Doctor Zhou wanted to ask something, but when he opened his mouth, he hummed, and his whole body went limp.
Ling Ran massaged Doctor Zhou's neck one by one along the way.
Doctor Zhou was also relieved.
Just by looking at how much Ling Ran liked to massage people, he knew that he could not be a celebrity. Would celebrities grab their fans' necks and massage them every day?
He had to be careful of the old guys in the traditional Chinese medicine hospital. Massage was not favored in the traditional Chinese medicine hospital, but Yun Hua Hospital did not even have a Department of Massage. If the other party tried to poach Ling Ran with a high price, it would be dangerous …
Ling Ran returned to the hospital and did a roll call. He then went straight home after checking the wards.
The Emergency Department's wards were still tight. In the past three days, although eight beds had been vacated, they were all extra beds. Without them, the M-Tang technique project team still did not have enough beds.
Considering that there were concert tickets at night, Ling Ran was not in a hurry to fill up the extra beds.
…..
When he got home, Ling Ran handed two tickets for Meng Xue's concert to Madam Tao Ping, who was drinking tea. He turned around and went downstairs. As expected, he heard an explosive scream behind him. "Brother Shanyu!"
"What's wrong with Meng Xue again?" Ling Jiezhou took out his phone, opened Baidu, clicked on the trending searches, and read, "Meng Xue sneezed? What's so good about sneezing? It's really strange. Is it because a celebrity is digging out earwax … "
As Ling Jiezhou spoke, he consciously stopped talking.
He raised his head, and as expected, he saw his wife, Tao Ping, looking at him with a cold gaze.
"Ping …" Ling Jiezhou chuckled.
"If Brother Shanyu sneezes, she might have caught a cold. It might be because she's too tired from work and her immune system is low. It might also be because the conditions in the film set are too bad, so she's allergic. How can you treat it lightly?!" Tao Ping first corrected Ling Jiezhou. Then, she paused for a moment and emphasized, "Our Brother Shanyu doesn't have earwax."
Ling Jiezhou gave a thumbs up to Tao Ping, who was a fan of Ling Ran's mother.
Tao Ping glared at her husband, snorted, and said, "I was going to ask you to go to the concert. Forget it, I'll bring our son."
Ling Jiezhou could not help but smile, but he quickly put it away and slapped his thigh. "Ah, what a pity."
"Pretentious. Forget it, I'm not going to talk to you anymore. I'll go change my clothes. Young Ran, go and drive my car. "Tao Ping turned and went upstairs. She could not help but hum.
"Good boy." Ling Jiezhou breathed a sigh of relief and asked Ling Ran, "Did you buy the ticket from a scalper? How much did it cost? I went to take a look. The scalper dared to sell the seats for a few hundred RMB. "
"Someone gave them to me," Ling Ran said.
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