At eight o 'clock in the evening, Lu Wenbin woke up. He looked at his phone and glanced at his WeChat. He did not find any messages from Ling Ran or the hospital, so he went back to sleep with peace of mind.
For the past two weeks, he had only slept five to six hours a day, and he had a strong need to catch up on sleep.
However, this was how hospitals worked. Doctors who finished their housemanship would usually be on night shifts for two or three days a week. If it was a busy tertiary Grade A hospital, night shifts meant working through the night. They still had to work during the day, and they also had to do ward rounds the next morning. They had to work for 24 to 30 hours in one go, and they had to do it once or twice a month. It was more common for them to work for more than ten hours every day.
In hospitals with chief residents, doctors who wanted to be promoted to attending physicians had it even worse. Chief residents were known as the doctors' devil training. They usually lasted for about ten months, and they were basically in the hospital 24 hours a day. When they were tired, they would find a place to take a nap and wait for their phone calls to wake them up. They would then take some stomach medicine and continue working. The frequency and intensity of their work were not inferior to Ling Ran's.
As for whether it was human nature or not, the hospital would definitely pretend that it did not exist. The people would also temporarily see doctors as class enemies, and only doctors could save themselves. This created a greater gap between the rich and the poor in the medical world.
Under the current system, senior attending physicians who had accumulated a certain level of skill would have an easier life. Doctors who had performed hundreds or thousands of surgeries were rare in any hospital. They would not be worshipped, but they would still be able to get by. Once they became second-string doctors, their work intensity would not be higher than that of construction engineers.
Associate professors and chief physicians who were above attending physicians had a more comfortable life, and their income was relatively high. Most importantly, they had a certain status, especially in good departments in good hospitals. They could be said to be comfortable.
Only when Lu Wenbin woke up naturally did he feel a trace of satisfaction.
The comfort lasted for about ten seconds, and Lu Wenbin was shocked again.
'What time is it?'
He quickly looked for his phone, and when he opened it, he saw that it was already five in the morning. He had slept for more than twelve hours.
He looked at the missed calls and messages on his phone, but there was no Ling Ran.
Lu Wenbin breathed a sigh of relief and lay on the bed again. Then, he was puzzled.
'I had a whole day off yesterday. Doesn't Ling Ran need to arrange new surgeries?'
Lu Wenbin thought while looking at his phone. As he looked, he could not help but laugh.
…..
Ling Ran also had a good sleep at home and gave himself a day off.
As long as Ling Ran's treatment group was notified one day in advance, the patients with severed fingers would be transferred to the Hand Surgery Department, and Ling Ran's treatment group could take a break and rest.
Currently, the Emergency Department had accumulated more than seventy patients with severed fingers, and they still had a long way to go before they could be discharged. Before the renovation of the new ward was completed, Ling Ran was free to perform surgeries or not.
There was nothing that Ling Ran had to do in his family's clinic.
When Ling Ran woke up in the morning, he sat on his recliner and looked up at the sky. He listened to the nagging of the old patients around him, played with his phone for a while, and looked at the plants and flowers around him.
Tao Ping took a nap and went downstairs. When she saw Ling Ran's lackadaisical expression, she could not help but feel happy. She tugged at her husband Ling Jiezhou and said, "Look at Ling Ran, he's still the same as when he was in university. He likes to lie in the courtyard since he was young … Sigh, now that I think about it, if Ling Ran didn't go to university and came home to help, it would be pretty good too … "
Ling Jiezhou, who slept until late in the morning, was scared out of his wits. He quickly said, "Look at what you're saying. What's with boys staying at home? Don't be unhappy … You're the one who said that if you're sad, I'll beat you up."
"Then beat me up." Tao Ping raised her head.
Ling Jiezhou chuckled. "I'm just saying. Actually, look, Young Ran went to university in Yun Hua, and he works in Yun Hua. He even goes home on weekends, so it's close enough."
His persuasion worked. Tao Ping nodded, turned around, and sighed. "I remember when Ling Ran was in elementary school and high school."
Ling Jiezhou quickly played along. "Elementary school and high school, what happened?"
"It was so lively at home at that time, do you remember? Every week, there would be girls coming to our house to play, and some boys would also come to our hospital with indignant looks on their faces. If you think about it this way, Ling Ran was the most interesting when he was in elementary school. There were even boys who competed in courage and asked you to give them acupuncture. Do you remember? "
Ling Jiezhou could not help but show a nostalgic smile. "How can I not remember? You took out a needle to draw blood at that time. Good lord, those boys ran away really fast."
"There were also girls from other schools who came to our house to play with Ling Ran …" When Tao Ping said this, she sighed with emotion. "We organized it for our son at that time. Didn't it look like a weekend party?"
"Yeah, fortunately, the parents of the students knew to send gifts, or else Ling Ran's female classmates would go broke."
Tao Ping and Ling Jiezhou looked at each other and smiled as they spoke.
Ling Ran grabbed his phone and felt a gust of cold wind behind his neck, but he did not have the time to turn around to look.
His entire body stiffened for a few minutes before he suddenly relaxed and let out a long breath.
"Son, look after the shop today." Ling Jiezhou's voice suddenly came from behind him.
Ling Ran turned around abruptly. "What do you mean by look after the shop?"
"Your mother and I are going out for dinner, and we'll be back a little later." Ling Jiezhou was dressed in a formal suit and wore a Longines watch he bought when he got married. He looked very flashy.
Tao Ping even put on a mini gown and a pearl necklace in an exaggerated manner. She walked out beautifully while she was at it. She waved at Ling Ran and said, "Young Ran, look at the leftovers in the fridge. Eat what you can eat, and throw away what you can't eat."
Without waiting for Ling Ran's answer, Ling Jiezhou and Tao Ping went out the door. After a while, the round beetle was seen floating away.
Ling Ran raised his phone again, and for some reason, he felt a little bored.
"Doctor Miao, let me help you suture a patient?" Ling Ran went to Doctor Miao, who had a pair of fish-like eyes. He was ready to familiarize himself with the equipment and do some work to boost his confidence.
Miao Tansheng looked old, and his voice was hoarse as he said, "The patient hasn't been sent here yet."
"I know, just tell them that when they come later …"
"I can finish suturing." Miao Tansheng refused decisively.
Miao Tansheng's Cosmetic Acupuncture Technique was pretty good, and he could basically meet all kinds of needs for accidental injuries. Every day, he would take on more than three truckloads of orders from Golden Deer Health Services. After deducting the cost, he and the clinic earned quite a lot.
Therefore, he did not want to give the patient to Ling Ran.
Ling Ran had no choice but to leave the treatment room. He moved in front of Doctor Xiong and asked, "Is there anyone in the neighborhood who needs a massage today?"
"Didn't you just give them a massage two days ago? Your father said that you have to make this signboard a little more expensive. You just have to do a little bit of it from time to time. If you really open your door to do business, how many neighbors can spend 20 RMB or 40 RMB a day? " Doctor Xiong chuckled and pushed Ling Ran out. He said, "Do you want to help Sister Juan Zi?"
Juan Zi had nothing to do at the moment, so she squatted on the small stool in front of the door. She ate sunflower seeds and giggled as she looked at her phone. When she heard her name being called, she waved her hand and said, "Pour me a glass of water."
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
