At 6: 24: 28 in the morning, Yun Hua City's sunrise appeared on time.
The triangular plum tree, Boston creeper, and maple tree swayed vigorously in the wind, as if welcoming the arrival of the sun again.
Zuo Cidian carried a bag of stuffed buns, a bag of steamed buns, and a bag of pickled vegetables. He opened the small door of Lower Groove Clinic and started to busy himself in the kitchen.
Ever since he reported to the Ling family's Lower Groove Clinic for the first time, Zuo Cidian would bring something over every one or two days. He didn't need to spend too much money on these things, just a few dozen to a hundred yuan at most. He didn't want the Ling family to have to pay him.
Of course, it was also because Zuo Cidian had been relatively free lately. Ling Ran once again filled up the hospital beds in the Emergency Department of Yun Hua Hospital. Even though three or four patients were discharged every day, such a small number and the consideration of reducing the pressure on medical staff meant that the number of surgeries that could be performed every day had obviously decreased.
The hospital bed turnover rate was a comprehensive index. Many hospitals could not reach the index, so they could only force patients to leave the hospital and be hospitalized again, or transfer them to other hospitals.
However, Ling Ran was not willing to follow such instructions. He always required the patient and at least one of their family members to meet the discharge criteria and pass the test before they could be discharged. The test questions were all very simple yes or no questions. If the patient could not even answer such questions correctly, it meant that they did not understand what they should do and what they could do after they were discharged. Their prognosis would definitely be very bad, and it would be better for them to stay in the hospital.
In fact, ever since Peking Union Medical College Hospital adopted the examination system, the effect was very good. It was just that most hospitals did not dare to delay the patient's discharge.
Strictly speaking, what Ling Ran did was against the hospital's rules and regulations. However, since Department Director Huo Congjun tacitly agreed to it, no one dared to say anything about it.
Just like any other unit, employees were always selective in carrying out the policies of the higher-ups. Soldiers carried mobile phones, police officers earned income, teachers treated students differently, and doctors violated labor laws by working overtime and performing surgeries.
For Zuo Cidian, the requirements of the hospital or the Health and Family Health Commission were things that were too far away for him to consider.
He was quite satisfied with today's mutton buns.
The mutton was a lamb that he picked himself. He used two ribs. After the bones were shaved, there was not much meat left. He added some minced chicken thigh meat, some onions, and seasonings to make the stuffing for the buns.
Zuo Cidian only made small steamed buns, and they were just enough for one breakfast. It could be said that the labor hours were more valuable than the ingredients. In other words, the thought was more meaningful than the physical object.
Zuo Cidian lit a fire in the kitchen, boiled water, steamed buns, and cooked a pot of porridge.
The mutton buns could only be eaten while they were still hot. If he steamed them again, it would obviously not be as delicious as the first steamer, but it would not be too different. Due to the limited conditions, Zuo Cidian could only do his best.
The smell of mutton buns wafted, and the porridge started.
The smell of mutton buns wafed.
"Doctor Zuo …" Dong Sheng was the first to get up. He got dressed and greeted Zuo Cidian. Then, he picked up the watering can, filled it with water, and sprinkled water all over the courtyard. He praised Zuo Cidian and said, "It smells really good. What are we eating today?"
"Mutton buns …" Zuo Cidian felt awkward for a moment. He then touched Dong Sheng's head and said, "I brought you radishes from Nanshan."
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Dong Sheng looked at Zuo Cidian cautiously. Then, he smiled at Huang Maoshi and took the food.
Huang Maoshi sighed deeply. He wanted to serve Doctor Ling, but he somehow gained the favor of the young novice monk … What was going on?
Huang Maoshi subconsciously touched Dong Sheng's head. It felt better than the orange cat's butt downstairs.
"Doctor Zuo, you work very hard, right? Let us do the service work." Huang Maoshi was not a good talker. He just expressed his dissatisfaction.
As a pharmaceutical sales representative, it was normal for him to send breakfast to the doctor, invite the doctor to sing a song, and visit some strange places.
However, Ling Ran did not know how to sing, nor did he know how to go to strange places. Delivering breakfast was already the most efficient service that Huang Maoshi could find. Who would have thought that if he woke up a little later in the morning, he would have to compete with other doctors for the chance to flatter Ling Ran?
Zuo Cidian looked at Huang Maoshi. He did not care and said, "I'm just doing something small."
"You call it a small matter? I just bought fried dough sticks and soy milk. Did you make mutton buns yourself?" Huang Maoshi took a deep breath as he spoke. He felt his stomach churn faster.
"Doctor Ling likes to eat fatty meat, so I made mutton buns." Zuo Cidian was even more proud. He said, "I'm good at making buns at home. Everyone in the hospital likes to eat some of the buns I make in the morning to cure their hangovers."
Huang Maoshi chuckled. "You're going to Zhucheng for surgery at noon, right? You're still busy in the morning?"
"No, I made it last night." Zuo Cidian did not care about Huang Maoshi's thoughts at all. He said, "I just need to sleep on the plane. As for you, why do you follow Doctor Ling around every day? "
"He alone spent half a month performing surgeries that others spend a year doing …" Huang Maoshi paused and said, "I've prepared a car. I'll send you to the airport later."
"That's good." Zuo Cidian found Huang Maoshi more pleasing to the eye. He was about to praise him when he saw Ling Ran come out of the door.
"Doctor Ling!" Zuo Cidian immediately stood still and shouted, "I made some mutton buns. They're fatty, not greasy, and not smelly."
Huang Maoshi was annoyed. He thought about it and said, "I bought fried dough sticks from the corner of the street. They're yellow, not greasy, and clean."
"Doctor Ling, what do you want to eat?" Zuo Cidian asked Ling Ran.
Ling Ran looked at him strangely and said, "One fried dough stick, two or three buns."
Zuo Cidian and Huang Maoshi were stunned. They said in unison, "Okay."
In the afternoon.
Ling Ran checked the rooms and got a Sincere Gratitude Treasure Chest that he missed. He then took the car from Changxi Medical Company to the airport.
This was Zuo Cidian's first time performing freelance surgeries, and he was so excited that he could not control himself.
He walked side by side with Yu Yuan. Sometimes, he would walk quickly, and sometimes, he would look around and fall behind. It was as if he had the personality of a squirrel.
Yu Yuan could not stand it anymore. She turned around and handed the bag in her hand to Zuo Cidian. She said, "You're so energetic. Take it."
"What is this?" Zuo Cidian felt that his hand was heavy when he held it.
Yu Yuan said, "This is a tracheotomy kit given to Doctor Ling by the department director. Except for the lack of blades, everything else is complete."
Zuo Cidian immediately focused. "The tracheotomy kit given to Ling Ran by the department director? The department director is so good to Doctor Ling? "
Yu Yuan looked at Zuo Cidian and said helplessly, "You shouldn't be asking about this, right?"
"Huh?"
"It's your turn." Yu Yuan pushed Zuo Cidian.
Zuo Cidian quickly went forward and smiled at the female ground service attendant in front of him. "Hello, I'm a little airsick. Can you arrange a seat near the front for me?"
"Many of our seats have been booked online. There are no seats in the front row," the female ground service attendant answered in a businesslike manner, "Is the fourteenth row okay?"
"Then … by the window."
"Only the seats in the middle are left. The seats by the window are in the eighteenth row."
"The seats in front of the emergency exit are okay too."
The female ground service attendant took a deep look at Zuo Cidian and said, "We usually ask young people to sit near the emergency exit. Is it okay for you to be in the eighteenth row?"
At this time, the female ground service attendant in the next row picked up the phone and said a few words in a low voice. She then said with a slightly trembling voice, "Mister Ling, I just applied to the manager. There are still some first-class seats left in the front cabin, and they can be used for upgrading. Are you willing to accept it?"
"Oh, okay. Thank you." Ling Ran nodded to show his gratitude.
The female ground service attendant quickly handled the air ticket. When no one was paying attention, she stuffed her name card under Ling Ran's ID card and handed it back to him.
This was the first time Zuo Cidian saw a cabin upgrade in real life. He curiously followed Ling Ran's direction. At this time, he heard the voices of a few female ground service attendants behind him. "He's really handsome."
"Fortunately, there are a few second-class seats left. Otherwise, I don't know what to do. I can't bear to let such a handsome man squeeze in economy class with a group of stinky men."
"The first-class cabin that can't be sold is considered lucky to have met such a master."
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