When Ling Ran went downstairs, he saw Doctor Xiong leaning against the transparent medicine cabinet and chatting with someone.
After working in Lower Groove Medical Center for a few years, Doctor Xiong looked older. If he was a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, based on his appearance alone, he would be a famous traditional Chinese medicine practitioner.
Of course, because of his age, Doctor Xiong did fewer diagnoses. Most of the time, after receiving patients, he would hand them over to Doctor Miao. He was more in charge of treating familiar patients, and the number of Naoxin Tablet and ginkgo leaves he prescribed reached new highs.
To a certain extent, Doctor Xiong was more like an artificial AI. He would take the initiative to greet the patients and answer the patients' clear questions that were not too difficult. If the questions were too difficult or the patients could not speak clearly, he would ask again, "What did you say? I don't think I heard you clearly."
However, the neighbors who came to the clinic still liked Doctor Xiong, not only because they were familiar with him, but also because he was long-winded.
People did not want to go to the hospital, not only because it was troublesome, but also because it was too difficult to communicate with the doctors in the hospital. Many people would rather come to the clinic and be long-winded just to talk a little more with the doctors. Old doctors and Doctor Xiong were both considered doctors.
Doctor Xiong was always surrounded by people. Even so, the old and dim-sighted Doctor Xiong still saw a ray of light from the corner of his eyes.
Doctor Xiong immediately turned to the source of the light and saw Ling Ran walking down from the elevator. He was surrounded by the light from the second floor.
"Ling Ran is back." Doctor Xiong acted as if he had seen his young master and was showing off his precious pet. He whispered to the people beside him, "Did you see him? He's so handsome in the video and photos. He's completely different from him in person."
A middle-aged woman beside him was indeed shocked. She could not help but lower her head a little. "I'm afraid that my daughter is not worthy of him."
"Not even after demolishing eight houses?" Some people who were rebutted earlier could not help but retort.
The middle-aged woman clenched her teeth. "But he can't use them all as dowry …"
Ling Ran automatically filtered the conversations around him. The existence of neighbors was made up of bits and pieces of gossip. Usually, if there was no clear indication, Ling Ran would not care.
Ling Ran only smiled at Doctor Xiong and asked, "Where's the dog?"
Doctor Xiong obviously did not know that Dong Sheng brought a dog over. He shook his head and entered the AI questioning mode. "What dog?"
"Where's my dad?" Ling Ran decided to ask his father.
Ling Jiezhou's management of the clinic was very orderly.
Doctor Xiong was stunned. He looked at Ling Ran with an indecipherable expression. "Old Ling is indeed a bit of a dog, but … he pays me my salary, and you … Oh right, he doesn't even pay you your salary. If that's the case …"
Ling Ran focused his gaze on Doctor Xiong and gave an explanation, which was rare for him. "Dong Sheng brought a lame dog over. Mom asked me to take a look at it."
Doctor Xiong could not help but imagine Ling Jiezhou's limping face. He could not help but smile and put on a more serious expression. He pointed at the treatment room and said slowly, "Office Ling should be talking to the patient's family."
Ling Ran nodded and gestured to the neighbors before he walked away.
Doctor Xiong could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. He immediately became vigilant. 'With Ling Ran's way of doing things, after thirty or forty years, when Ling Jiezhou, that old dog, retires, Ling Ran will probably not be easy to deal with.' When Doctor Xiong thought about how he might still be struggling to get 50 RMB for full attendance, he felt a wave of displeasure.
In the consulting room.
In Lower Groove Clinic, the consulting room was basically equivalent to an infusion room.
The hall, which was two stories high, had been rearranged. Even if the room was full, the patients would not feel too uncomfortable.
There were all kinds of folding chairs and small chairs in the middle of the well-arranged seats to make it easier for the patient's family to accompany them.
Aside from the patient, the room was filled with the patient's family.
Moreover, the patient's family always outnumbered the patient's family.
Ling Jiezhou randomly picked a few people to chat with, and that was considered postoperative management.
Similar to Ling Ran, he grew up in the clinic and was used to such a lifestyle. Originally, if it were not for the fact that he married a beautiful wife and gave birth to a handsome son, Ling Ran would have inherited such a family business.
Every time Ling Jiezhou thought of this, he would shake his head slowly.
The patient's family, who stood opposite Ling Jiezhou, looked at Ling Jiezhou and shook his head slowly. They could not help but feel nervous.
"Is the situation not good?" the patient's family asked in a low voice.
"Oh, it's alright, it's alright." Ling Jiezhou immediately became clear-headed and said, "The elderly's condition has always been more complicated. However, chronic bronchitis can't be cured, but it can't be treated either. After you go home, you still have to pay attention to protection, avoid catching a cold, and avoid cross-infection …"
The patient's family had actually received the same medical advice from the superior hospital, but they still felt that it was better to come and ask someone. After asking Ling Jiezhou, they did not completely feel relieved, so they went to the courtyard for a stroll, and wanted to find someone to talk to.
Ling Ran came to ask for the dog, and he deliberately made it clear to his father, "Mom, let me see the dog with the broken leg. The one Dong Sheng brought. It's a real dog. "
"There's only one dog in the clinic. You can just say that you want to see the dog." Ling Jiezhou looked at his son strangely.
Ling Ran looked at Ling Jiezhou deeply and said, "See the dog."
"I'll see you later." Ling Jiezhou gave a few more reminders to the two regular "customers", and then led Ling Ran to the garage in the backyard.
A yellow dog was tied pitifully in the corner. There was a basin of water on the ground, and there was a big bone.
The bone was a tubular bone made from porridge. Not to mention the meat on it, even the taste of the bone had been boiled into the soup. The yellow dog had probably licked it, so it threw it aside in disdain and looked at the two cars in the garage in boredom.
"Didn't you find a veterinarian?" Ling Ran asked.
Ling Jiezhou glanced at Ling Ran and said, "Our family runs a clinic, so why would we waste money like this? Dong Sheng wanted to find a veterinarian, but we persuaded him not to. The current pet hospital is much more corrupt than our clinic, so there's no need for that. "
Ling Ran looked at the dog, then at Ling Jiezhou, and asked, "Do you know how to treat it?"
"If I know how to treat it, do you think it's your turn to show off?" Ling Jiezhou very naturally ordered his son, and said, "Just treat it like you're performing surgery in the hospital. You can pull over the old bed, and ask Sister Juan Zi to help disinfect it."
Ling Ran was silent for a few seconds, and said, "The conditions here are different from the pet hospital."
"This dog is a stray dog adopted by the temple, so what conditions do you want? The money has to be paid by Dong Sheng. " Ling Jiezhou pursed his lips and said, "Dong Sheng and the others often help the villagers near the temple. You see, the money Dong Sheng earns from massages is basically all exchanged for common medicine and brought back to be distributed to the villagers. To put it bluntly, if the villagers there have the money to go to the pet hospital, they can definitely find diseases that need to be treated on their bodies. At the very least, wouldn't it be better to have a few teeth filled? "
"Understood, then I'll do it," Ling Ran promised.
Ling Jiezhou was a little worried, and said, "Can you do it? If you really don't know how to do it, then forget it. Don't kill the dog. It's not a hindrance to life even if the dog has three legs. "
"I can do it," Ling Ran said.
"You've done it before?"
Ling Ran hesitated for two seconds, and said, "I've used dogs for experimental surgeries."
Compared to the precious cadavers, the ones who contributed the most to the medical students were actually experimental dogs. This was especially so for the initial surgical practice, such as intestinal anastomosis, and so on. The experience of suturing living bodies was very precious. Normally, only those who performed well or even perfectly in the surgery of experimental dogs were qualified and confident to perform human surgery.
It was only through live surgeries that medical students could fully understand that surgery itself was not purely mechanical.
There were always people who could not make the intestine anastomosis even after suturing, and there were always people who would rupture after suturing, and there were always people who would lose their lives after repeated surgeries. There were always medical students who gave up medicine to enter business or politics. Before they made a decision, they would always be reminded by the lives of those who lost their lives.
In the process of medical development, there were also the shadows of experimental dogs, such as the famous Pavlov's dog, and Banting's experimental dog whose pancreas was removed for diabetes research. The invention of heart surgery and organ transplantation also depended on the sacrifice of countless experimental dogs.
As for the more obvious fields, such as the lives of dogs sacrificed to ensure the safety and effectiveness of skin care products and cosmetics, there was no end to the media.
Regardless of whether it was skills or other aspects, Ling Ran felt that he had the ability to cure this dog, or at least the dog in front of him.
"Call two pharmaceutical sales representatives over to help." Ling Ran looked around and said, "Find a pharmaceutical sales representative who knows veterinarians or knows about this kind of surgery. Ask him to find a few related surgery videos and send them to me."
"Okay." Ling Jiezhou agreed, but he was still worried and asked, "Do you want to watch the video while performing the surgery?"
"Watch the video first before performing the surgery," Ling Ran corrected him.
"Okay." Ling Jiezhou went over and patted the dog's head. He comforted it and said, "Don't be afraid when you perform the surgery later. I'll get you something to eat."
"You have to fast before the surgery. You can't eat or drink. " Ling Ran had no choice but to stop his father. He simply took out his phone and called the dog anesthetist, who he was already very familiar with. He was still confident in performing the surgery, but it was too unreliable for him to perform anesthesia.
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