Ling Ran parked his small Volkswagen Jetta and smelled the smell of steamed pork in wine. He immediately closed the door, got out of the car, and went straight to the kitchen.
The pot was as thick as the waist of a 205-pound fatty. Steam was rising from it, and the aroma of fermented bean curd and meat could be smelled.
The difference between steamed pork in wine and braised pork was the presence of fermented bean curd.
On one hand, fermented bean curd could neutralize the grease of the pork itself. On the other hand, fermented bean curd could bring a rich and long-lasting aroma.
Fragrant substances were the source of all fragrances, such as tea leaves, coffee, red wine, ham, white wine, and steamed pork in wine.
Ling Ran could not help but lick his lips when he smelled the familiar and alluring scent.
As for the food at home, the one that left the deepest impression on him was the braised pork in wine. Compared to Madam Tao Ping's crazy cooking skills, the quality of Ling Jiezhou's braised pork in wine was considered stable.
Every bowl of steamed pork in wine weighed half a kilogram and was cut into thick slices. There would always be a total of 24 slices, and the remaining weight would go to the fermented bean curd, perfectly solving the problem of weight imbalance.
Steamed pork in wine was made from streaky pork. There were fat and lean pork. It was either a four-layered pork or a five-layered pork. There was no mixing and matching.
The braised pork in wine was also very pure. The fermented bean curd was made by the Cao family on the street. The shop had been in business for sixty to seventy years, and it was a shop from the same era as Lower Groove Clinic. The products were excellent and stable.
The time of steaming meat and the amount of water in the pot were also fixed. It was a delicacy that could be anticipated without any doubt.
Although the food in Shanghai was rich, the taste was different. After staying outside for a month, Ling Ran's stomach really couldn't take it anymore. Speaking of which, in the past twenty years or so, he did not spend much time away from Yun Hua.
Even when he was in university, Ling Ran stayed in Yun Hua and often went home.
It was especially so during his first year of university. When the young people who had just enrolled in the university took independence as a source of pride, Ling Ran still went home frequently, and he did not feel ashamed at all. Of course, at that time, the female students praised him as a role model of filial piety, which also encouraged Ling Ran.
Ling Ran found a wet rag, grabbed the lid of the steamer, and glanced at it.
The red and chubby steamed pork in wine trembled under the steam, but it still stuck out its chest and raised its head, maintaining a certain degree of hardness.
"It's not cooked yet." Ling Ran sighed.
"It's almost done." Ling Jiezhou walked out of the door, looked at Ling Ran, and smiled. "I heard the car engine, so I guessed that you would go to the kitchen first. Why? Isn't your dad more important than braised pork in wine?"
"It's equally important," Ling Ran answered without turning his head. This was all a trick.
Ling Jiezhou snorted a few times before he smiled and said, "There's already a pot of it ready. I'm cooling it. How do you want to eat it?"
"Ah … it's ready." Ling Ran's mood instantly became better, and he immediately said, "Rice, soup."
The steamed wine-wine steamed pork was mixed with meat oil and fermented bean curd at the bottom. When used to soak in rice, it was an enhanced version of lard rice. In ancient times, it was probably an invincible delicacy, and in modern times, it was still the same.
Ling Jiezhou chuckled. "I guessed you. The rice is in the rice cooker. Scoop it yourself. Also, eat less. It's not healthy. "
Ling Ran hummed in acknowledgment. He felt an unprecedented hunger, as if he had not eaten his fill for the past month.
Ling Jiezhou watched Ling Ran busy himself in the kitchen with a smile on his face. When Ling Ran took his first bite, he asked, "Son, I heard that you can perform major surgeries now. You even operated on Liu Weichen?"
"Yes." Ling Ran narrowed his eyes and used a pair of chopsticks to pick up a piece of rice that was soaked in oil. The rice grains were distinct, and it was covered in oil and glistened. The rice grains that had been cooked for a while were a little stiff, as if the rice grains had grown muscles. When they were soaked in oil, they looked like brave warriors of Spartax. They stuck close to the stainless steel spoon as if they were wearing armor.
Ling Ran swallowed it in one gulp.
The rich oil and carbohydrates that were half hard and half soft were full of a sinful taste.
"Is it delicious?" Ling Jiezhou asked.
Ling Ran nodded.
"Do you still want to eat?" Ling Jiezhou asked again.
Ling Ran glanced at Ling Jiezhou warily. He thought for a while and said, "Lower Groove Clinic can't perform the surgeries that I perform, and no celebrities will come to Lower Groove Clinic for surgery."
"I know, I know. Even if a celebrity comes to our clinic, I don't dare to perform surgery for him." Ling Jiezhou laughed and said, "At least let me renovate it a little. Only then can we have that atmosphere. By the way, last time … Brother Shanyu, didn't she come here?"
Ling Jiezhou said the last sentence softly, in case the walls were eavesdropping.
Living in an old alley, the neighbors could be very friendly, but they could also be very annoying.
Ling Ran raised his head and looked at his father. "She's just here for a massage. I don't know her."
"It's okay. It's fine as long as she knows you. But let's not talk about her today." Ling Jiezhou paused for a while and said, "I'm thinking about this … Say, since you can perform finger replantation surgeries, the precision of that surgery must be very high, right?"
Ling Jiezhou's medical level was so low that he was afraid of killing people even though he was a barefoot doctor. However, he watched his father and grandfather open a clinic, and he grew up in a clinic, so he had some understanding of medicine.
Ling Ran nodded slightly. "The precision of blood vessel anastomosis is higher when it's performed under a microscope."
"You should use a microscope with a magnification scope and above."
"Nowadays, people use an 8x scope," Ling Ran said.
"Technology is developing really fast. In the past … Forget it, let's not talk about this. You should be able to perform cosmetic sutures, right?" Ling Jiezhou walked closer and picked up a red, fat, and tender piece of steamed pork in wine. He put it into Ling Ran's bowl and said with a smile, "Do you want to come to our clinic and get some cosmetic sutures? If you need a microscope, I can think of a way to borrow one for you … "
"Okay." Ling Ran picked up the whole piece of steamed pork in wine with his chopsticks, chewed it a few times, and took a mouthful of rice. He felt as if all the pores on his body were about to open up.
Ling Jiezhou was still thinking about eight ways to convince his son. Since young, Ling Ran was not the obedient type. Ling Jiezhou had long since given up on the idea of asking him to do things according to his own way of thinking.
However, when he heard Ling Ran agree so readily, Ling Jiezhou was still quite surprised. "You said yes?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because I do know how to perform cosmetic sutures." Ling Ran finished his bowl of rice in two or three bites. He thought about it and did not continue to eat. Instead, he wiped his mouth and asked, "How many patients do you have?"
Ling Jiezhou looked at his son in confusion and said, "There will be a patient sent over in a while. He's a client of Golden Deer Health Services, and they take fifteen percent of the profit. If you can perform the surgery, the rest will belong to our family. If you can perform more, I'll ask them to send more patients over. It's the peak season at night. "
"Okay," Ling Ran agreed and asked, "What about Doctor Miao?"
"There are ordinary patients for him to perform surgery. Besides, you won't be performing surgery every day. Just let him do the rest of the time." Ling Jiezhou was very clear about the situation. Many people came and went from his clinic. There was a possibility of him getting forty percent or forty percent, but he had to establish his clinic first. Otherwise, once he cut off Golden Deer Health Services, it would be troublesome to reconnect it again.
Ling Ran did not think much about it. He first took a shower and changed his clothes. When he came downstairs, he was already wearing a large white coat.
"Young Ran, you're back."
"Just in time. Doctor Ling, give me a massage."
"Young Ran, is there any suitable patient in the hospital?"
The neighbors greeted him in a very natural manner.
Ling Ran massaged the shoulder and neck of an old lady who asked for a massage. He then massaged the legs of an old man. The high-end client of Golden Deer Health Services arrived.
It was a girl with a bruise on the corner of her eye. She had heavy makeup on and wore a short skirt. She looked at the old building of Lower Groove Clinic in a picky manner and said, "I've done general eye surgery before. Can you guys do it? If not, I'll … "
"Sure." Ling Ran interrupted her and asked, "Do you have any allergies?"
"Ah … no," the girl answered hesitantly.
"Let me do a check-up for you first." As Ling Ran spoke, he performed a physical examination on her head. First, it was visual examination, then it was palpation.
The girl blushed under Ling Ran's gaze. Then, she screamed because she was pressed down by Ling Ran.
Doctor Miao Tansheng sat quietly in his chair. He could tell what Ling Jiezhou meant, but he did not want to intervene.
He knew that Ling Ran was a medical intern in Yun Hua Hospital, and he had also heard a lot of flattery about his son from Ling Jiezhou. However, as a doctor himself, Miao Tansheng knew the standard of an intern.
'I'll let Ling Jiezhou run into a wall and understand the difficulty of cosmetic suturing.' That was what Miao Tansheng thought, and he sat calmly in his chair.
Cosmetic suturing was not a high-end skill. Many cosmetic hospitals or medical aesthetic departments of hospitals had people who could do it. If it was an individual training, it would only take one or two years to train a doctor or even a non-doctor who knew how to suture. It was just a matter of two or three years. The only difference was whether the suture was good or not.
Cosmetic hospitals with the lowest requirements had plenty of people who could finish their apprenticeship in three months.
However, Miao Tansheng was confident that his technique was considered pretty good in Yun Hua City.
Ling Jiezhou might not be able to afford to hire someone who was better than him, let alone someone who was worse than him.
Miao Tansheng watched with a smile as Ling Ran removed the makeup on the girl with heavy makeup. Then, he watched Ling Ran pick the suture after he debrided the wound.
Miao Tansheng kept muttering in his heart, 'Too amateur, too amateur. You have to negotiate the price. Letting the other party pick the suture is too amateur … What the heck!'
Ling Ran, who had been performing heavy reinforcing sutures for the entire afternoon, only took a few seconds to complete a set of four stitches.
Then, he slowly began to look for the suture and perform the intradermal suture …
Miao Tansheng stood up subconsciously. He moved closer to Ling Ran and observed his operation carefully. He moved closer and observed his operation carefully …
"Doctor Miao, is my son doing well?" Ling Jiezhou stood beside Miao Tansheng at some point in time and looked at him with a smile.
"Yes, he's quite good …" Miao Tansheng licked his lips and smiled awkwardly. "Doctor Ling, you're really well-learned."
"Doctor Miao, you've been working hard lately. How about this? Whenever my son comes back, I'll let him perform some surgeries. Doctor Miao, you can also get off work earlier and have a good rest. I'll try to let Ling Ran come home more often. What do you think?"
Miao Tansheng hesitated for a few seconds. Then, he looked at Ling Ran's intradermal suture and fell into deep thought. 'This skill … This is not an ordinary skill … If I can learn this technique from him …'
"If Doctor Ling is willing to do it, then let him do it. I'm not in a hurry to go back. I might be able to use it later." Doctor Miao smiled and said, "Chief Ling, don't worry. When I said that I was tired, I was just yelling. I can handle the intensity of overtime in the clinic."
As Doctor Miao spoke, he took the opportunity to stand beside Ling Ran and openly learned from him.
Ling Ran did not care. Some skills were worthless when you understood them. However, it was difficult to learn them by just relying on one's comprehension. Besides, heavy reinforcing suture and intradermal suture were both mature skills that had been passed down for many years and had many schools of thought. If Miao Tansheng put in some effort, he would be able to see what he was seeing now in other places.
As for explaining, Ling Ran was not interested.
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