Yang Hu was a little hesitant as he stood in front of Lower Groove Clinic.
The clinic's door was mottled and old. It looked very old and matched the style of the entire street. It was also similar to the style of Old Yang's knife-cut noodles restaurant. However, even though Yang Hu rarely came to his father's knife-cut noodles restaurant when he was young, he knew that news traveled fast in such a neighborhood.
Should he apologize properly, or should he hide like a turtle in its shell?
Yang Hu pushed the wheelchair, and it swayed back and forth.
Yang Zhongshu had to remind him, "Son, I'm a little dizzy."
Yang Hu immediately stopped and touched his head in embarrassment.
His hairline was a little receding. It was smooth to the touch. It felt good, but it did not look good.
Yang Hu could not help but let his thoughts wander. This was the disadvantage of being a white-collar worker. It was a great test of the quality of one's hair. He did not know what the doctors in the hospital were doing. They only needed to register for a consultation, and after a few words, they were beaten. They forced people to look for small clinics with small advertisements. In the end, small clinics only wanted to make money, and they were not good at it …
Or rather, other than this small clinic, other small clinics, especially those that claimed to treat hair loss, were not good at it.
Yang Hu raised his head and looked at the signboard of Lower Groove Clinic again. He knew that he had already made his decision by coming here.
Yang Hu lowered his head and laughed at himself. After working for so many years, he had been humiliated by his clients countless times. Was there still a need to be embarrassed?
Then, he thought about it from another perspective. Between doctors and patients, the patient was the client. 'Why is my patient here to apologize?'
However, no matter how much Yang Hu thought about it, he still extended his hand and knocked on the mottled door three times.
He still had to apologize. He had to return the wheelchair that he pushed away that day. He also had to pay the consultation fee that he had not paid. Otherwise, the smoother his father, Yang Zhongshu, sliced the noodles, the more he would be cursed by the neighborhood.
Most importantly, he would have to trouble the patient for rehabilitation and follow-up checkups.
"Ling Ran is in Lower Groove Clinic, right?" A crisp voice came from behind him. At the same time, there was the sound of a motorcycle exhaust.
Yang Hu and his father, Yang Zhongshu, turned around at the same time. They saw a black Honda motorcycle parked a few meters away. A long-haired girl with fair legs and long hair sat up straight with her chin slightly raised.
"Yes."
"Why are you looking for Ling Ran?"
Both father and son answered at the same time. Yang Zhongshu was more cautious and added a question, but his son, Yang Hu, answered eagerly.
The lady on the motorcycle smiled and got out of the car. She walked up and knocked on the clinic's door a few times.
Yang Hu couldn't help but feel a little vexed. The girl in front of him was young and beautiful, but he had made a fool of himself.
Bang, bang, bang.
The lady was beautiful, but her movements were somewhat vulgar. Her slender fingers spread open as if she was smashing a door, making a loud noise.
Bang, bang, bang.
From the frequency of her voice, he could guess that she was impatient.
"He's here, he's here."
Behind the door, Ling Jiezhou finally heard it. As he put on his clothes, he shouted, "There are no doctors in the clinic right now. You have to go to the hospital for emergency cases."
A moment later, the door opened.
Ling Jiezhou was stunned as he looked at the female motorcycle rider, who had exposed a large portion of her fair legs. He asked, "Are you a doctor?"
"You are the one who is sick." The female motorcyclist's voice was a little hoarse, but it had a unique charm. Her eyeliner, which was drawn with an eyebrow pencil, was as sharp as a knife. "Ling Ran, is it here?"
"About that …" Ling Jiezhou did not feel a little worried.
"I'm here to deliver fish to him." The female motorcyclist seemed to know that he was worried. She had the ghost of a smile on her face. She untied the plastic box that was tied to the back seat of the motorcycle and threw it in front of the clinic with a thud.
The box was very heavy, and it looked very textured. It was obvious that it was of good quality.
Ling Jiezhou was not the only one. Yang Zhongshu and Yang Hu also looked at the female motorcyclist strangely.
The female motorcyclist nodded and said, "Let's take a look."
Ling Jiezhou's mind was spinning. He tried to recall the meaning of 'delivering fish' in slang.
After a long time, Ling Jiezhou opened the lid of the heavy box under the curious gazes of the father and son from the Yang family.
A salmon lay quietly in the ice with its eyes bulging out. Its scales seemed to be shining.
"It's a large Norwegian fish that just arrived this morning. It's eight pounds of fresh fish. It's delicious no matter how you cook it." The female motorcyclist paused for a moment and said, "It's a gift from my brother to Ling Ran. Can you ask him to come out now? "
"Who's your brother?" Ling Jiezhou was confused.
He had been running the clinic for so many years, and this was the first time he saw someone give him a salmon.
It was obviously not the first time the female motorcyclist had done this job. She poked the salmon with her finger and said, "My family runs a fish shop. Ling Ran sutured my brother's wound, and his tattoo was preserved. My brother said that he would give him a fish to thank him. "
Ling Jiezhou finally understood. He proudly straightened his back and shouted towards the courtyard, "Son, the patient is here to give you a gift."
Ling Jiezhou had long known that patients would give gifts to doctors.
However, Ling Jiezhou had only received a handful of gifts after running the clinic for a few decades.
His son had only been a doctor for a few days … To be precise, he had only been an intern in the hospital for a few days, and he could already start receiving gifts. Ling Jiezhou felt very proud.
He wished that everyone in the neighborhood knew about it.
"Ling Ran, the patient is here to give him a gift. It's a big box. Come and move it." Ling Jiezhou straightened his back even more, and his protruding beer belly shrank with all his might.
When he was young, Ling Jiezhou also had a good body. However, his days in the clinic were too idle, and he put on weight every day. In the end, he became a plump middle-aged man.
However, his voice was still loud and clear, and he used to sing a love song that resounded through Lower Groove.
Now, he could also make his voice resound through Lower Groove.
* Bang. *
* Bang, bang. *
The sound of windows opening could be heard from both sides of the street.
Most of the houses in Lower Groove were built twenty or thirty years ago. The people who did not renovate or change the window lattices still used a wooden frame with two opposite windows that were divided into four compartments. Regardless of whether the windows were opened or closed, the sound of them opening would be heard.
Ling Jiezhou was a little proud. He looked straight ahead and continued to puff out his chest and protrude his belly.
"Ling Ran … the patient is here to give him a gift …" When Ling Jiezhou heard that there were no more sounds of windows opening, he roared again.
* Bang, bang. *
So, someone opened the window again and looked around.
Ling Ran put on a T-shirt and went downstairs.
He read for half the night before going to bed, and he was a little sleepy at this moment.
Being a doctor was a lifelong learning process, and many people suffered because of it.
Ling Ran did not mind it. He liked the beauty of certainty in surgery, and he was certain that he would not cut off an inch of the patient's body.
However, Ling Ran was not in a good mood because he was forced to wake up after sleeping for only a few hours.
The young woman on the motorcycle looked at Ling Ran, and she was so happy that she almost drooled.
She had seen her fair share of handsome men. Nowadays, there were even some guys who wore makeup and put on makeup.
However, she had never seen a man who was so handsome and had such perfect facial features.
"Hello, I'm Lu Jinling. I'm here to thank you on behalf of my brother." The young woman on the motorcycle straightened her face, and she instantly did not look as sharp as before.
Ling Ran rubbed his face and asked a little stiffly, "Who's your brother?"
"Oh, I forgot to tell you. My brother is Lu Haishan. Everyone in the market calls him the Deer King." When Lu Jinling saw that Ling Ran still did not understand, she used her hand to draw a line on her fair arm and said, "He has a tattoo of a deer here. You sewed it up for him a few days ago …"
"Unicorn?" Ling Ran called out his first impression of it.
Lu Jinling's expression changed. "My brother hates it when people call him a unicorn."
The alley seemed to have suddenly become quiet and cold.
The wind blew past the old asphalt ground, and a few leaves were stirred up.
When Lu Jinling saw that Ling Ran's expression did not change, her heart pounded like a deer, and her voice became even softer. "Forget it. My brother isn't here anyway. If you meet him in the future, don't call him that, or you'll suffer."
Ling Ran did not comment. When he was sewing, he looked at the unicorn's tattoo for a long time, and he did not feel any anger or dissatisfaction from the other party.
"By the way, this is a gift from my brother." Lu Jinling took the initiative to open the big box on the ground, and the beautiful figure of a fat fish was revealed again.
The cold ice made it seem as if there was smoke in the box.
Lu Jinling originally planned to leave after delivering the fish, but at that moment, she could not move. She could not help but say, "Do you usually eat salmon? Let me help you handle it. "
After she said that, without waiting for the Ling father and son to answer, she pointed at Yang Hu and said, "Help me move the box."
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