Ling Ran sat in front of his desk and wrote his research paper seriously.
Up until now, Ling Ran had performed more than two hundred cases of knee arthroscopy, and after nearly three hundred cases of knee arthroscopy, he gradually had his own understanding of the surgical instruments used for knee arthroscopy.
Of course, this was based on the three hundred cases of knee arthroscopy with Perfect Level Meniscoplasty. Compared to the newbies on the operating table, Ling Ran had a lot to say and could say.
On the other hand, Ling Ran really needed some new tools.
This was one of the characteristics of arthroscopy. Compared to open surgery, arthroscopy had higher requirements on the instruments, and the tendency for specialization was also higher.
Many doctors would have different requirements for tools based on their different techniques. Most people would naturally choose different tools available. Doctors who were capable and picky could pursue private customization.
Ling Ran wrote half of his research paper and started to go for a private customization. For him, it was very necessary to make a new surgical instrument.
It would be even better if he could publish another research paper at the same time.
* Knock, knock, knock. *
The person gently knocked on the office door and then opened it.
Ling Ran raised his head and saw Meng Xue sneak in and quietly lock the office door from the inside.
"What do you want to do?" Ling Ran was surprised.
Meng Xue turned and saw Ling Ran's expression. She was angry and amused at the same time. "What can I do to you?"
Ling Ran was silent.
Meng Xue waited for five seconds and asked, "Are you really thinking about it?"
"Aren't you the one who asked? Do you want to know the answer now? "Ling Ran raised his head and looked as if he was ready to answer.
"Forget it." Meng Xue sighed and said helplessly, "Ordinary people don't think like you."
Ling Ran looked at Meng Xue calmly. He never asked himself by the standard of ordinary people.
Meng Xue looked at Ling Ran's expression and knew that she said nothing again. She simply said, "I made an appointment for a massage, and now I'm here to fulfill my promise."
"I don't do massage anymore in the hospital." Ling Ran's voice was heard. He then paused and said, "If you want to make an appointment next time, you can go to Lower Groove Clinic. If I'm not there, there will be someone else who will do the massage."
"The massage done by others is far from good." As Meng Xue spoke, she hung up her coat and rubbed her neck. She said, "When I was doing the show, I felt like my neck was about to break. In the end, he found a massage parlor. It was only comfortable when he was massaging. After that, I went overseas to shoot a film. When I went to the hospital, they gave me painkillers. It was the same for the private hospital. Their attitude couldn't be better. In the end, they just gave me more painkillers … Aiya! "
Crack.
Meng Xue clearly heard a crisp sound, and fear surged in her heart.
"Do you feel better?" Ling Ran put down his hand and threw the white towel he had just used into the dry-cleaning bucket.
Meng Xue swayed left and right for a while, and she could not help but say, "It seems to be better, but it's not as obvious as before …"
"Give me a few minutes, I'll give you another massage." As Ling Ran spoke, he turned back to the writing desk and continued to read the research papers and search for information.
Meng Xue could not tell whether it was her neck that needed two minutes or Ling Ran that needed two minutes.
Meng Xue was bored from waiting, so she took out her phone and logged into her alternate Weibo account. She quietly peeked at the praises from her fans.
After five minutes, Ling Ran stood up.
"Wash your neck." Ling Ran used a commanding tone.
Brother Shanyu, who was being praised by millions of fans, raised her head resentfully and glanced at Ling Ran. Then, she obediently went to the sink behind the door to wash her neck.
Ling Ran took a new white towel and wiped his hands with alcohol-based hand sanitizer.
It was cleaner to wash one's hands with soap, but it was very uncomfortable to wash one's hands with soap frequently. In comparison, alcohol with 75% alcohol content had a strong germicidal effect, and it did little damage to the skin. It was a very good alternative.
Meng Xue washed her long neck until it was snow-white. Then, she sat on the chair and got into a beautiful sitting posture. She raised her chin slightly and said, "I'm ready."
In her heart, Meng Xue was still a little nervous.
After all, she was in an enclosed office, and she was facing an adult man. Moreover, she was the one who locked the office door … Just as Meng Xue's inner dance was about to begin, Ling Ran's hand grabbed her neck.
"Meow …"
Meng Xue was like a cat whose neck was grabbed. Her eyelids drooped, and she looked like she was about to fall asleep.
Ling Ran took the opportunity to roll and relax the muscles on her shoulders.
Not only the muscles, but even Meng Xue's tense thoughts were released.
The stressful life on set …
The complicated stage rehearsals …
The frenzied welcoming scene …
All of them were replayed in Meng Xue's mind.
She recalled the magnificence of the Alps, the stiff movements of the young dancers, the excellent sound effects of the venue, the smiling faces of the enthusiastic fans, and the nervousness of the fans who fell behind.
"I should have spent more time taking photos with everyone!" Meng Xue raised her head abruptly and shouted. Then, she looked at Ling Ran and could not help but hold her neck. She said in surprise, "It doesn't hurt anymore."
"You can endure it for about a week. Slowly, it will hurt again, and then it will become more and more painful to the extent before." Ling Ran gave a full "post-surgery" explanation.
The application of massage in the field of surgery was becoming more and more widespread. Most of the work in the Rehabilitation Department could be seen as massage.
However, when the patients in the Rehabilitation Department received massage, they would no longer need massage as their diseases gradually recovered. There was no radical surgery for Meng Xue's condition, so she could only hope for a gradual recovery or for her body to compensate.
Meng Xue was already very satisfied with a week without pain.
She touched her neck and chuckled. Then, she said, "Do you really not want to resign and become a chiropractor? With your skills, you can go to a city every once in a while and hold a massage convention. "
"No," Ling Ran said without hesitation and threw the white towel into the dry cleaner.
Meng Xue moved her neck again and sighed softly. She intentionally turned left and right to look at Ling Ran's office, and she felt relaxed.
The expanded Emergency Medical Center covered the former Emergency Department, and a new office was added. The most obvious benefit was that the leaders of the treatment groups had their own offices, and the doctors' office space was also expanded.
In Ling Ran's office, aside from the desk and sofa, there were also many spider plants and devil's ivy, which looked rather dark.
Meng Xue took off her cumbersome clothes and accessories and returned to her usual clean and refreshing attire. Then, she took a photo with the spider plant and wondered if she should post it on Weibo.
* Knock knock. *
Someone knocked on the office door, and Meng Xue was shocked.
She looked around and could not help but pout. "This is such a big office, but there's not even a place to hide people."
"Why do you want to hide people?" Ling Ran looked at her in puzzlement and went to open the door.
Meng Xue was stunned for a few seconds. When she wanted to put on her scarf and glasses, it was already too late.
"Huh? Brother Shanyu? "When Wang Jia saw Meng Xue, she was surprised at first, but then, she became wary.
"Hello." Meng Xue wore a smile that satisfied the expectations of her fans.
Wang Jia was stunned for a few seconds and tried her best to think. Then, she asked tentatively, "Are you here to participate in the Emergency Medical Center's ceremony?"
"Hmm …"
Wang Jia did not wait for Meng Xue to speak. She covered her mouth excitedly and could not help but whisper, "Brother Shanyu is coming to participate in our Emergency Medical Center's ceremony …"
"I mean …" Meng Xue still wanted to adjust the content of her words, but when she raised her head, Wang Jia could no longer see her.
Only screams rose and fell in the distance.
There were also high-pitched shouts like "Brother Shanyu!".
Meng Xue was stunned for a few seconds, and she smiled in relief. "He runs really fast."
"Yes, he can run twenty thousand steps by managing the infusion of more than ten beds every day." Ling Ran agreed with Meng Xue's point of view.
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