Dong Sheng craned his neck in front of Lower Groove Clinic, and his expression was full of suspicion.
"Dong Sheng, why aren't you going in?" The neighbors in the alley recognized Dong Sheng when they saw his yellow robes. Twelve Springs Temple was a little small, but it was more or less famous. In the early years, when the old monk still came down from the mountain, the neighbors in Lower Groove knew him.
After Dong Sheng bowed, he said in puzzlement, "The smell coming from here seems like it's a festival. I'm worried that I might disturb them."
The neighbor was stunned. He sniffed and could not help but laugh. "What festival? This is the smell of steamed pork in wine and fried potatoes, right?"
Dong Sheng thought for a long time in a daze before he said, "It's the smell of the mortal world. Thank you for enlightening me, patron."
The neighbor laughed. "You're so young, but you already know how to play Zen games."
"It's Zen games, patron."
"Dong Sheng." The neighbor suddenly extended his hand and touched the young novice monk's smooth head. "The more you read, the more reactionary you become. The older you get, the less adorable you become."
"Patron … are you trying to play Zen games with me?" The young novice monk was confused.
When he raised his head again, his skull felt a little cold. The neighbor just now had already left.
The young novice monk looked at Lower Groove Clinic again. He went forward, knocked on the door, and walked in.
The door of Lower Groove Clinic was half-open. When Dong Sheng entered, he saw that the courtyard was already full of people. They were chatting and laughing, just like any other day.
In the middle of the courtyard, there was a large steel pot filled with fried potatoes. Next to it was a large bowl filled with bright red seasoning. Next to it was a stack of small bowls and a few tubes of toothpicks.
Dong Sheng understood at first glance that it meant that they were open for people to eat. Some people in the village did this when they gave alms, but there might not be so many people coming.
"Dong Sheng, I thought you'd be here soon." Ling Jiezhou pushed a flatbed cart over, and there was another pot of fried potatoes on it.
"Patron Ling … May I know what day it is today?"
Ling Jiezhou walked closer and naturally extended his hand to touch Dong Sheng's head. He said, "Why don't you grow taller?"
"Almsgiver Ling …" Dong Sheng revealed an obedient expression of "my head is in your hands" and said, "I measured my height a few days ago, and I've already grown 0.8 centimeters taller."
Ling Jiezhou laughed out loud when he heard that. "It's the difference between wearing shoes and not wearing shoes, isn't it? When my Ling Ran was your age, he grew up really fast. "
Little Novice Monk Dong Sheng's expression changed slightly. He tried his best to recall if he had worn shoes when he measured his height twice.
"Give me a bowl of potatoes. Don't look red, but when you eat it, it's not spicy at all. There are more than a dozen spices in it. It's our family's secret recipe." Ling Jiezhou passionately scooped a bowl of potatoes for Dong Sheng. He then sprinkled the secret sauce on the potatoes with a spoon and said, "Hot potatoes with cold sauce are the best. Blow on them when you eat. Don't burn them."
"Thank you, Benefactor Ling."
"Be good. Do you want to give someone a massage later? Many neighbors like your technique. "
"Really?" Young novice monk Dong Sheng was pleasantly surprised.
Occasionally, there would be guests who came to the temple to burn incense, but they were all looking for his master. No one had ever asked him to come.
Ling Jiezhou said with certainty, "Of course it's true. Many neighbors have some old problems. You've been massaging them for a long time, and the fee is reasonable, so they like it very much." Ling Jiezhou smiled and asked, "Shall I hang the sign for you later?"
"Thank you, Benefactor Ling." The young novice monk bowed.
Ling Jiezhou put down the things and immediately went to the storeroom. He hung a sign with the words [Massage for five minutes, 10 RMB, massage at will] under the porch of the door. He then took down the sign that said [Massage for two minutes, 25 RMB, registration in advance].
After Dong Sheng ate the potatoes with oil, he wiped his mouth and went to look for help.
There was a lot of daily work in the clinic. Just changing the infusion bottle alone was so busy that Juan Zi's feet never touched the ground. She could lose seven or eight ounces of weight just by going to work every day. Dong Sheng helped to rearrange the bed, sweep the floor, and wipe the table. He even took out the pillows from the spare room and changed them.
Dong Sheng was busy until the afternoon. Only then did he have time to rest for a while. He lay down comfortably on the reclining chair in the corridor. Dong Sheng's whole body was filled with warmth and comfort.
Beside him, Ling Ran had just started a new game, and a voice came from his phone. [The enemy will arrive at the battlefield in five seconds.]
Dong Sheng glanced at Ling Ran blankly and asked, "Doctor Ling, is it because I've massaged so that you have nothing to do?"
"No," Ling Ran said bluntly, "There are too few people in our alley who want to be massaged. It's boring if we don't gather together."
"Oh." Dong Sheng could not help but feel relieved. He continued to lean on the reclining chair and watched Ling Ran play the game. After waiting for about a minute, he saw Ling Ran's hands leave the screen. Dong Sheng immediately asked, "Doctor Ling, there's a problem when I was doing the rotational pull-up just now. I feel like I'm not in the right position …"
"The rotational pull-up is a little difficult for you. You can use the pull-up method first. Let me try." Dong Sheng immediately got up and performed the pull-up method on Ling Ran's neck.
Ling Ran enjoyed it while he gave pointers. "Yes, that's it. You can use a little more strength when you pull. Find the right position, and then move your thumb up … Hmm … wait a moment …"
Ling Ran's character in the game was resurrected. He held his phone tightly with both hands, and his face was serious and focused.
Dong Sheng also sat down and rested for a while before he watched Ling Ran's movements.
In less than two minutes, Ling Ran's phone was thrown on the table.
Dong Sheng jumped up, put his hand on Ling Ran's neck, and said, "Doctor Ling, I felt it again just now. Is it like this?"
"Yes …"
"Not bad …"
"Continue …"
Ling Ran trained Dong Sheng for a day. In the afternoon, he went to the hospital and operated on a patient who had just been sent in with three severed fingers. Then, he went to the Hand Surgery Department to be an assistant for Chief Physician Wang Haiyang's Achilles tendon repair.
Chief Physician Wang Haiyang heard about his achievements under Zhu Tongyi, so he had some ideas and wanted to test him.
Ling Ran did not care so much. For him, it was enough as long as there were surgeries to perform.
Speaking of which, the number of beds in the Emergency Department was even lower than the number in the Orthopedic and Sports Medicine Center. The latter had one hundred and eighty beds, while the Emergency Department only had around seventy beds. A small half of them were extra beds in the hospital, and it was unjustifiable.
If they really wanted to compare the number of extra beds, the Emergency Department could only mobilize two hundred beds, and by then, everyone would have to walk sideways. The Orthopedic and Sports Medicine Center was different. They were a large department with more than thirty doctors, and they occupied such a large building. When there was a need, it was possible for them to easily open up two hundred or even three hundred beds. If there were not enough medical staff, with Zhu Tongyi's reputation, he could easily get more than a hundred doctors to come over to help, and it would only take a few phone calls.
Nurses could even be hired from third-party companies. It was just a matter of how troublesome it was.
The only advantage of the Emergency Department was that other doctors had a low demand for hospital beds.
In a specialized department, all the attending physicians who had reached the level of a first-grade attending physician and needed to perform surgeries would treat the hospital bed as if it was their life. In some hospitals, to balance the relationship between doctors, the hospital beds were allocated to each doctor. The number of hospital beds for each doctor was clearly arranged.
In comparison, the doctors in the Emergency Department did not care too much about this. The more serious the patient was, the more they had to send him away after they were resuscitated. For example, Level 1 critically ill patients, regardless of whether they had cerebral infarction, myocardial infarction, or shock due to excessive blood loss, were sent to the Neurology Department, Cardiology Department, and other professional departments after emergency treatment.
Only doctors like Huo Congjun, who worked part-time in the Burn Department, would have a higher demand for hospital beds. Based on this, he was actually doing the work of a professional department.
To save on hospital beds, Ling Ran even gave up his good habit of performing surgeries at dawn. He would perform surgeries whenever a patient with three severed fingers arrived. He would never let the patient wait for even a moment. He made himself feel at home, and the doctors would do whatever the patients wanted.
Of course, patients with two severed fingers did not have to queue for a long time in the Hand Surgery Department. The Hand Surgery Department of Yun Hua Hospital was large, and the competition was fierce. When they saw Ling Ran happily performing finger replantations every day, it was inevitable that some people would imitate him.
At six o 'clock in the evening, Ling Ran scanned through the electronic medical records. He checked the medical records and prescriptions for the past few days. Then, he praised Yu Yuan and said, "Yu Yuan writes the most meticulously."
Yu Yuan raised her head proudly and glanced at Lu Wenbin and Ma Yanlin with a smile. She said, "They use all their time to cook."
Lu Wenbin and Ma Yanlin were shocked.
"We're innocent," the two of them said at the same time. They were stunned for a moment before they spoke at the same time.
"I read research papers even when I was cooking pork trotters."
"Very few people eat salted fish in bags anymore."
The two of them looked at each other. It was as if their thoughts were colliding, their talents were embracing each other, and their pursuits were pressing against each other …
"Yu Yuan's typing speed is very fast." Lu Wenbin took a breath and decided to praise Yu Yuan first.
Ma Yanlin understood what he meant and said, "We're very slow when it comes to typing on the computer."
Yu Yuan glanced at them proudly. "My fastest typing speed is two hundred words per minute. It's not fast at all."
"Two hundred words per minute? We can't even copy and paste as fast as that." Lu Wenbin found a breakthrough point.
Ma Yanlin smiled evilly. "Why don't you let Yu Yuan write the medical records? We write research papers slowly, and the quality is poor. Why don't we assign the work …"
"No …" This time, it was Yu Yuan's turn to be shocked.
"Don't go home first. We'll pick them up later." Huo Congjun shouted in the office and asked someone to use the loudspeaker to notify them.
Ling Ran and the others could not help but stand still and look at Huo Congjun.
It was normal for doctors to work overtime, but it was rare for them to be notified like this.
"The helicopter sent them here. A few calls have been made to the hospital director. Be careful." Huo Congjun pointed at Ling Ran and said, "Come with me to pick them up. Can you do it without saying anything?"
"Yes."
"A few leaders in the hospital are also going to pick them up. It'll be easier for you to work later if you show your face." Huo Congjun picked up a wrinkled white coat and said to Ling Ran, "Pick a newer one to show off the Emergency Department's elegance … Hmm, you can …"
The creases on Ling Ran's white coat were obvious, but when he put it on, no one looked at the creases.
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