Ling Ran drove his newly repaired Volkswagen Jetta back to Lower Groove despite the traffic jam.
Lower Groove was also congested.
The alley, which could only accommodate two cars at most, was now full of young white-collar workers who came to eat.
The shops in Lower Groove changed again and again. In the end, the ones that survived the most were restaurants and restaurants.
This was especially so for fast-food restaurants that catered to office workers. Four of them opened in one go in the alleys of Lower Groove, which caused the old neighbors to complain.
It was a joyous thing to have a lot of people, but it would be troublesome if there were too many people, especially since the shops that were replaced by fast-food restaurants were usually old shops that the neighbors had seen for decades. Even if people did not buy old-fashioned pastries, they still felt better when they saw the brand of the pastries.
Ling Ran slowly drove past the diners and parked the car. When he returned to his courtyard, he saw that there was a queue in the clinic.
When he looked closely, the queue led to a small room in the west wing.
There was a small plastic sign hanging at the door of the room. [Massage for five minutes, 10 RMB. Massage at will.]
Then, he looked at the uncles and aunties who were sitting in line and chatting with each other. There were more than twenty of them, which meant that it would take two hours to finish all of them.
"Mom, I'm back," Ling Ran shouted. He went to the second floor and poured himself a cup of herbal tea.
"You're back early today." Ling Jiezhou popped his head out from downstairs and climbed up the stairs. He smiled and said, "Your mom went to the teahouse. I didn't expect you to come back. Let's order takeout."
"Oh," Ling Ran replied and asked, "Is Dong Sheng doing the massage?"
Ling Jiezhou nodded. "Yes. Dong Sheng is an honest child. He wrote that the massage was 10 RMB for five minutes, but he only finished after ten minutes. The people waiting behind him were so impatient that they argued and reduced the price. "
"10 RMB for one massage?"
"Yes, I'll take 4 RMB and give the remaining 6 RMB to him."
Ling Ran glanced at Ling Jiezhou. "Dong Sheng is only ten years old, right? You're giving him a 40/60 split?"
"You don't understand. This is the rule. Doctor Miao wants a 40/60 split. If he sets a precedent for Dong Sheng, it will be difficult for him to lead the team. " Ling Jiezhou looked like he was racking his brains over the management. He said, "Dong Sheng's food and lodging are provided, so I'm basically giving him benefits in secret. I can't even let other people know. Moreover, no matter how many patients there are, I have to pay for their food and accommodation. I have a backstop. "
"I'll go take a look." Ling Ran was a little curious.
Massage was also easy to learn. Many blind, deaf, and mute schools did not teach massage for a long period of time. Although the massage therapists in the hospital had been learning for a long time, most of their time was not spent on the massage technique itself. Perhaps they spent more time on basic knowledge such as human anatomy.
Compared to surgery, which had a more perfect level of logic, massage seemed to have a higher requirement for talent.
Fortunately, Dong Sheng had been raised by the old monk since he was young, and he had learned things like acupuncture points a long time ago. That was why Ling Ran was able to teach him right away.
However, Ling Ran did not know exactly how strong he was.
West Wing.
The young novice monk worked hard to massage and grab the neighbors' necks, shoulders, waists, and legs.
He was small and weak, so he had to be more precise in his massage to achieve the desired effect.
With the endurance of the old neighbors around Lower Groove Clinic, Dong Sheng's strength was more than enough.
The students who were taught by a Master Level Osteopathic Manipulation Technique also had some advantages in terms of techniques.
Dong Sheng's massage did not have an immediate effect on Ling Ran, and there was nothing to write home about when it came to treatment. However, he could still maintain a short-term relief effect.
Even Ling Ran's massage actually had more of a relief effect. It was just a matter of how long the relief lasted.
However, the neighbors did not have professional skills, and they did not have a complete judgment when it came to massage. What they could be sure of was that the young novice monk's massage time was longer, the price was lower, and there was a uniform …
Ling Ran entered the room in the west wing and watched Dong Sheng's operation for a while before he nodded and came out.
Dong Sheng's massage technique was not mature yet, but there were not many mistakes. Moreover, he seemed to have remembered Ling Ran's warning about the dangerous parts and movements. He basically did not violate any of the rules.
As a result, the neighbors were willing to accept Dong Sheng's massage, and Ling Ran was happy to be free.
He skillfully found his recliner, propped his legs up, opened a game on his phone, and started playing happily.
After a long time, Doctor Miao called out to Ling Ran when the sound of an ambulance was heard.
"Doctor Ling, there are two more patients. Do you want to do one?" Miao Tansheng invited him with a smile and said, "It's up to whoever does it. You can just treat it as pocket money."
"Wait a minute, the final battle is about to start." Ling Ran raised his phone with full attention, and after a few seconds, he put it down.
Miao Tansheng looked at Ling Ran and did not understand what he meant.
Under Doctor Miao's scrutinizing gaze, Ling Ran pondered for a few seconds and said, "The final battle seems to have ended. It's actually at the bottom … What kind of patients are they?"
Doctor Miao did not know how to play games anyway, so he just smiled and said, "Blunt force injuries. They were sent over from the construction site. Golden Deer Health Services has now opened up all the major construction sites in the city, and they are also doing continuous promotions in the new residential areas. We often have construction workers and renovation workers from the construction sites coming to see us."
Doctor Miao was quite happy when he talked about the business expansion of Golden Deer Health Services. For a surgeon who had been working in a small clinic for a long time, having a lot of customers was a memory from a long time ago. And most of these customers were sent over by Golden Deer Health Services.
Recently, it could be said that it was the most comfortable month Miao Tansheng had since he left the hospital.
He did not have to sell, and he did not have to rack his brain to collect more money. He just had to complete the suturing work as usual, and his income was still very good.
The skills Ling Ran displayed also gave Miao Tansheng hope for improvement.
Hope was also one of the necessities of life.
"Are we doing debridement and suturing?" Ling Ran asked Doctor Miao.
"Debridement, then cosmetic suture," Doctor Miao answered.
"Oh," Ling Ran replied. He got up from the comfortable recliner and said, "Let's go take a look."
He threw his phone aside to charge, and he was surrounded by an atmosphere of disdain.
Ling Ran was the kind of person who could treat surgery as entertainment, just like some professional drivers would treat driving as entertainment, and professional basketball players would treat basketball as entertainment.
Ling Ran grew up in the clinic, and he did not think that there was any problem in seeing patients after work.
When he arrived in front of the two patients who had just been sent over, Ling Ran first bent down to look at their wounds as if he was in the Emergency Department.
Both of them had blunt force injuries, and they were both damaged. One was on the forehead, and the other was on the cheek. It seemed that some drainage and disinfection work were needed. Ling Ran was already very familiar with this. He extended his hand and said, "Gauze, iodophor."
Miao Tansheng was stunned for a moment, but he immediately took the things and obediently became Ling Ran's assistant.
He originally wanted to secretly learn from Ling Ran, and now that he could see it openly, it was the best.
"Doctor, I'm here to do cosmetic sutures." The worker chosen by Ling Ran had a forehead injury, and his injury was also more serious. He looked about twenty years old, and there was dust and mud on his face. His clothes were also dirty, and it was easy to think of him as a coolie on a construction site.
Miao Tansheng said, "We're here to do cosmetic sutures for you."
"Then, I want you to do it." The worker with a forehead injury removed his hand from the table.
The worker with a cheek injury was about the same age as him, and he had a similar attitude. He said, "Don't look down on us just because we're brick-moving workers. Whose face is worthless? You should charge us as much as you should, and you should stitch us well."
The worker with a forehead injury also said, "Your fees are so high. You can't just fool people like that. I'll go back and have a blind date after I earn some money this year. At that time, I'll have a green dragon on my head. How much betrothal gifts do I have to give?"
"That means that those with facial injuries are equivalent to being disabled, and they won't be able to find a wife."
Miao Tansheng was stunned for a moment when he heard that, and then he laughed. "You guys are quite smart."
"There's nothing we can do about it. If it's injured elsewhere, do you think we'll come to see a doctor?"
"Then you guys are wrong about one thing. Doctor Ling's cosmetic sutures are better than mine." Miao Tansheng had too many ways to deal with this kind of situation. He smiled amiably and helped Ling Ran praise him. "Doctor Ling is a top student from Yun Hua University, and the school he graduated from is better than mine. He's now working in Yun Hua Hospital's Emergency Department. I don't know how many injuries like yours have been treated in a day."
The two workers looked at each other, and the one with the forehead injury said, "We don't go to a big hospital because we want to suture better."
"I know. Doctor Ling sutures really well. Let me put it this way. Our clinic belongs to Doctor Ling's father. Otherwise, you won't be able to find a professional doctor like Doctor Ling even if you pay ten times more. You know the plastic surgery department, right? The unit there is ten thousand RMB. "
The two workers were skeptical.
Miao Tansheng took the opportunity to let Ling Ran suture.
Ling Ran did not think too much about it. When he saw that he could put the needle in, he said, "Bear with it for now, I'll debride your wounds."
Then, Ling Ran quickly started to do it.
The wound was too familiar, and the injury was too light. Ling Ran did it quickly but tastelessly. It was as if he was eating rice with tea, and it was purely to fill his stomach.
Miao Tansheng stared at him carefully, trying to remember every stroke in his mind.
"Do you want to learn?" Ling Ran looked at Doctor Miao as he performed the surgery slowly. Of course, he was only doing it slowly because of his speed.
Miao Tansheng was a little embarrassed by his question. He was like a disciple who was caught stealing his skills. He muttered, "I'm just looking …"
"When you suture, you focus too much on treating the skin margin, and you don't deal with the subcutaneous tissue properly." Ling Ran paused for a moment and said, "If you only do the intradermal suture and don't deal with the tension problem under the skin well, the scar will still grow after one or two weeks after the suture, even though it looks beautiful. Also, although you're very attentive in treating the skin margin, you still need to pay attention to the angle of insertion of the needle. "
Ling Ran was a student who graduated from the formal medical education system, and he was a legitimate recipient of the system's skills. Since he was young, he had never suffered because of his studies, and no one stopped him from teaching.
In Ling Ran's memory, when he was in kindergarten, he followed his mother to learn how to draw, and the drawing teacher cried and begged to take him as her disciple. When he followed his mother to learn how to play the piano, the piano teacher cried and begged to take him as her disciple. When he followed his mother to learn how to fight, the MMA teacher cried and begged to take him as her disciple.
When he was in elementary school, Tao Ping did not need to personally bring Ling Ran out. She could just go out to an art exhibition, show him a photo, and there would be calligraphy teachers, piano teachers, violin teachers, swimming teachers, and so on who wanted to take him as their disciples …
Therefore, Ling Ran did not have the concept of keeping things to himself.
When it came to learning, he had to rely on himself and not others. No matter how excellent a teacher was, they would not know how to perform enlightenment, except for the system.
When Ling Ran thought about how not everyone had a system, and not everyone had a teacher who came to him for help, Ling Ran felt pity for Miao Tansheng, who was in his forties. He added, "At your age, you might learn things slowly, but with a longer period of time, you should be able to improve."
The worker who trembled under Ling Ran's hook widened his eyes and did not dare to speak. Miao Tansheng completely lost the desire to speak.
What did he mean by "at your age"?
What right did he have to say that I'm a slow learner? I'm stealing skills, and stealing skills is so difficult!
How long is "a longer period of time"? '
Miao Tansheng complained madly in his heart. Then, he looked at Ling Ran's operation and quietly lowered his fish-like eyes and rosacea nose. He said sincerely, "Thank you … Doctor Ling, I'll definitely practice hard."
He wanted to take the opportunity to call Ling Ran "Teacher Ling" to establish his status, but his remaining pride blocked his rationality.
Miao Tansheng's remaining rationality shifted to his work. He tilted his head and looked at the worker whose cheek was injured. With the urge to practice, he said, "Sit opposite me, I'll take a look."
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