Lu Wenbin bandaged the little girl's wound and watched her leave with her parents. Only then did he feel relieved.
"This is too dangerous. I'm afraid that her mother will scratch your face. If that happens, where am I going to find a doctor who can suture your wound?" Lu Wenbin disapproved of Ling Ran's work in the treatment room.
He was too first-string, and his level was too low. He was not valued by the hospital, and he was not valued by the patients.
Even though they were both receiving treatment, finger replantation patients were not as fussy as patients with lacerations. Besides, the chief surgeon did not have to worry too much about paying the fees either. Normally, Ling Ran would work in the operating theater and let Lu Wenbin explain the things to take note of outside the operating theater, make preoperative notifications, and sign the documents.
Lu Wenbin hoped that one day, when he was promoted, he could become a pure doctor like this instead of having to face the complicated and superficial psychology of the girl's mother.
Ling Ran tidied up the tray in front of him and said, "Heavy reinforcing sutures are interesting in their own ways, and finger replantation sutures are interesting in their own ways."
"I'd rather learn the life-saving technique first than the good-looking technique …" Lu Wenbin, who had just become a full-time doctor a year ago, shook his head. He did not agree with Ling Ran's words, but he did not want to refute him in public.
For a junior resident doctor like Lu Wenbin, he yearned for life-saving medical techniques. While the heavy reinforcing suture technique could reduce the number of scars, compared to the continuous suture technique and the lockstitch suture technique, it was much more popular among people who loved beauty.
Lu Wenbin did not think that this was the technique he was pursuing. When he thought about the time and energy needed to learn a new technique, Lu Wenbin would rather spend his time taking care of his soup.
Soup was more interesting.
The food cooked with good soup was fresher and more fragrant, and it was a fragrance that could not be replaced by other methods.
Lu Wenbin was very happy to see other people smile in satisfaction when they ate the braised food he made.
When he thought of those expectant gazes, Lu Wenbin felt his body become lighter.
Doctor Zhou knew young doctors like Lu Wenbin too well. He sneered, "Do you think you can learn whatever technique you want?"
Lu Wenbin was stunned for a moment before he laughed. "Anyway, I'm learning finger replantation, M-Tang technique, and Achilles tendon repair from Doctor Ling. I can't finish learning any of them."
When he said this, Doctor Zhou pursed his lips and was speechless.
Learning skills in the hospital was a personal matter. To put it simply, it depended on luck.
If you followed a good mentor, you might be able to learn good techniques. Otherwise, it would be miserable. It was very likely that you would learn nothing in the end. The worst was that they didn't even know how to slack off.
When Doctor Zhou thought of this, a smile appeared on his face.
Normal doctors really could not control things like skill trees. In the end, it might be decided by the hospital, the tutors, the patients, and even the era. However, it was not easy for a doctor to reach the peak of any skill.
"It's time to get off work. I'll head back first." Doctor Zhou stood up and shook his clothes. He looked like a carefree young master.
The two nurses turned their faces away in disgust.
"Let's go back too." Ling Ran also shook his clothes, unfolding his slightly wrinkled white coat. His entire body seemed to be shining with holy light, and he was so handsome that people could not open their eyes.
"Eh? Why are you back so early today? "Doctor Zhou suddenly felt that he had lost his psychological advantage.
"We made steamed pork in wine at home today," Ling Ran answered with a smile.
Lu Wenbin nodded in understanding. "Then I'll go back and make some pork trotters. I think I'll need to braise four pots of it tonight."
The three of them talked and left the treatment room.
Doctor Zhou walked side by side with Ling Ran. He felt as if everyone around him was looking at him. The pressure at that moment was even greater than when he was a chief surgeon for the first time.
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Lower Groove Clinic.
Ling Jiezhou busied himself for the whole afternoon before he finally cut the whole strip of pork belly that he cooked yesterday into large pieces. He smeared fermented bean curd on it, arranged it neatly on a plate, and placed it in a large steamer basket.
The aroma soon wafted out.
"I feel like I'm suffering a loss without the flower crab in the seafood porridge." Ling Jiezhou sat in front of the tea table and looked at the neighbors who came and went below with a smile.
Tao Ping elegantly poured a cup of tea and said faintly, "Don't you want to eat meat too?"
"If I want to eat it, I can buy a bowl. It's just that it's not as good as the one I made myself." Ling Jiezhou patted his stomach and said, "I remember when I was young, my family only dared to make steamed pork in wine during Chinese New Year. Otherwise, if the smell of the meat wafted out, more people would come. The money we earned in a day was not enough to share the meat with everyone."
"They even know how to share the meat?"
"Some people will bring things like meatballs and ribbonfish. There are also people who are not particular. They will bring two roasted potatoes and say that it's for you. They will ask you to send the bowl back after you finish eating. What should we do? We can't just send the bowl back empty, right? We can only put some steamed pork in wine on it. It won't look good if we put too little on it, and we have to put potatoes under it. At that time, people will say that the potatoes have not been oiled, and we're not particular. "
Tao Ping laughed when she heard that and said, "When I was young, I often sent eggs to other people's houses in exchange for chicken …"
"You were so cute when you were young. People will be happy when they go empty-handed."
"Stop it. Eggs were very expensive when I was young." Tao Ping pushed Ling Jiezhou away.
Ling Jiezhou thought that he had probably flattered Ling Ran again. He immediately said, "Today's revenue increased again."
"Increased again?"
"A lot of people came to chat, and they bought some things before they left," Ling Jiezhou said rather proudly, "The health products cabinet I set up is pretty good, right?"
"Come, have some tea." Tao Ping stood up and poured a cup of tea for him.
Ling Jiezhou drank it happily.
As the clinic's business improved, the clinic's social function also gradually recovered.
In a place like Yun Hua, the shops on the streets were never simple shops.
The neighbors always liked to gather in the most popular shops to chat and kill time.
Thirty years ago, Lower Groove Clinic was the most popular shop in Lower Groove. People came to buy cold medicine, and they could sit there for an entire afternoon. Before they left, they would prescribe some herbal medicine to stew chicken, and they could even use their medical insurance to pay for it.
Twenty years ago, the busiest place was the small shop at the junction. There were beer and soft drinks, and in the summer, the neighbors would sit there for an entire day.
Nowadays, other than restaurants and mahjong houses, it was difficult for the shops to accommodate dozens or even hundreds of neighbors to chat.
The big courtyard of Lower Groove Clinic became the reason why people liked it.
This was especially true for the elderly neighbors. They could lie down and chat while receiving fluid transfusions, and when they were tired, they would take a nap. It was comfortable and natural.
Of course, the most important thing was that Lower Groove Clinic could now not only attract the old patients of Lower Groove, but also the people from Upper Groove and the surrounding areas. With a larger social circle, it increased the stable source of customers.
"Chief Ling …" Doctor Miao stood downstairs and called out, interrupting the two people upstairs.
"Doctor Miao, what's wrong?" Although Ling Jiezhou was reluctant, he still hurried down the stairs.
"A high-end client from Golden Deer Health Services just came. I sutured him, and he happily paid and left," Doctor Miao said with a smile.
Lu Jinling's Golden Deer Health Services developed rapidly. The minibuses were long abandoned, and they were replaced by ambulances of different styles. Recently, Golden Deer Health Services gathered the newly purchased ambulances and used them to run "high-end routes" in the city. Other than the old patients in the hospital, the clients were mainly regular customers of various beauty salons, nightclubs, karaoke, and other places.
High-end clients could ride in spacious and comfortable brand-new ambulances, and they did not need to pay extra. They only needed to call Golden Deer Health Services directly or place an order on WeChat or Alipay. There was also a promotion recently, which attracted a large number of clients.
Recently, Doctor Miao's clients had been steadily increasing, especially those who requested cosmetic sutures. There were two or three cases every day.
According to the agreement between Ling Jiezhou and Miao Tansheng, after the cost was deducted, the clinic would give Doctor Miao forty percent of the consultation fees. The more clients who requested cosmetic sutures, the more income they earned.
When he heard that he earned money again, Ling Jiezhou could not help but smile. "It's good that you're happy. High-end clients don't just have to be cured, but they also have to come and go happily."
"Yes, but recently, the service requirements have increased, and I'm also having a headache." Miao Tansheng rubbed his temples and looked like he was in a difficult position. He said, "Look, there are so many patients in the clinic now, and Juan Zi can't handle all of them by herself. As for me, I don't even have anyone to help me. Chief Ling, should I get an assistant and a nurse?"
"If you add two people, the cost will increase. It'll be difficult for you to earn so much money."
"I was just about to talk about the cost." Miao Tansheng smiled and said, "I think it's too difficult to calculate the cost. I can't save on medical consumables even if I want to. Why don't you be more direct and calculate it according to my income?"
Ling Jiezhou clearly saw that Miao Tansheng's eyes were shining.
"I'll think about it, think about it." Ling Jiezhou could not directly reject it. It was too difficult to recruit another capable doctor, and skills like cosmetic sutures were not something that could be obtained just because one wanted to.
He could not let skills fall from the sky and land on his head, right?
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