When Boss Shao was not around, the Shao family's restaurant was always less lively and more programmed.
Ling Ran casually ordered some tripe and barbecued meat to fill his stomach. It was considered lunch.
The performance of the tripe with Boss Shao's secret sauce at noon was only eighty-eight points.
For the large Shao family's restaurant, this was considered a polite but not a fair evaluation.
The associate hospital director looked at Tian Qi, who was eating happily. He felt curious and uneasy.
When Tian Qi went to get the orange juice soda, the associate hospital director quietly tugged at Zuo Cidian's arm and whispered, "Is the Rolls-Royce really hers?"
"It should be." Zuo Cidian had been working for Ling Ran for a while, and he became more cautious with his words. "I've never seen her driving permit."
"What I mean is … should we treat her to barbecue? Is it enough to pay for the Rolls-Royce's gas? "
Zuo Cidian glanced at him and asked, "What should we treat her to that is worthy of a Rolls-Royce?"
The associate hospital director hesitated for a moment. "Um … we should at least make our attitude clear. Let's not order everything in the restaurant, that's too tacky. At least … Sigh, I don't know what to say."
"I used to think a little like you." Zuo Cidian suddenly seemed to agree with the associate hospital director.
The associate hospital director looked up in surprise.
"Later on, I also took DiDi every day. After a period of time, I no longer think like you." Zuo Cidian lowered his head to eat the tripe and took small sips of tea to relieve his boredom. He said leisurely, "You also take DiDi often, right? Have you taken a Rolls-Royce before?"
The associate hospital director looked at Zuo Cidian and said in puzzlement, "I've read in the news that I rarely take a taxi. Usually, the hospital will send a car to pick me up when I go to and from work. Today is a special situation, I'm sorry …"
Zuo Cidian did not even listen to the latter half of the sentence.
When he heard that there was a car from the hospital to and from work, Zuo Cidian suddenly realized that the middle-aged man with sparse hair in front of him might look respectful, but he was actually a leader!
If the associate hospital director of the Third People's Hospital of Yun Hua City was transferred to the town hospital, he could easily become the hospital director.
In other words, the middle-aged man with sparse hair in front of him was Zuo Cidian's lifelong goal, ideal, reward, and medal for his hard work.
It really made people …
Zuo Cidian lowered his eyelids. Just when he wanted to say a few polite words, Zuo Cidian looked over the associate hospital director's head and saw Ling Ran.
Ling Ran was still in a very leisurely state. He ate the beef tripe one bite at a time and wiped his mouth with a tissue after taking two bites. Although the tissue came from a Hermes tissue box, it was still …
Fortunately, nothing in life could come true!
In the afternoon.
Ling Ran performed a few more surgeries and used up all the operating theaters in the Third People's Hospital.
The Third People's Hospital of the Third People's Hospital did not expect Ling Ran to perform surgeries so quickly and at such a high frequency.
On the other hand, it also meant that the cost of infection surgeries was very high. In many local hospitals, if they received two infected patients in a day, the operating theater would be given a red light warning.
After they agreed on the time for tomorrow's surgery, the associate hospital director personally arranged for a car to send Ling Ran home.
Since Ling Ran had already started performing surgeries for patients with infectious diseases, he was prepared to finish all the surgeries in the Third People's Hospital. He could also make some space for the newly built ward so that it would be convenient for the workers to install the ward and the medical staff to tidy it up.
Lower Groove Clinic.
In the quiet but lively courtyard, the neighbors were happily getting intravenous drips, taking medicine, and chatting.
"Dong Sheng isn't here today?" Ling Ran immediately realized that the massage sign was locked, so he asked the novice monk when he entered the door.
Ling Jiezhou was busy writing out invoices and collecting money. He was so happy that his eyebrows were trembling. "Dong Sheng saved up enough money for a box of medicine and brought it back to the mountain. His master is now a medicine pot."
Ling Ran nodded in acknowledgment.
"The core problem now is that Doctor Xiong wants to raise the price again." Ling Jiezhou sent the patient away, stood up, and said angrily, "That old fart saw that our business is better, so he changed his ways to ask for more money. One moment, he said that the average price in the industry is higher, and that he's dragging us down. The next moment, he said that the workload has increased, the working hours have been extended, and that overtime is inhumane. I'm like a humane boss … Bah, do I look like an inhumane boss?"
Ling Ran looked at his father quietly and asked, "How much does he want?"
"This is not a matter of how much, this is a matter of principle!" Ling Jiezhou said indignantly, "He wants to raise the salary when business is good, but when business is bad, can he reduce the salary? The salary of employees is like the price of oil, it can only go up, not down. "
"Oh," Ling Ran calmly replied.
"It's not that he can't get a raise, but there has to be a process, right? For example, he can get a raise once a year … or three years. I can understand that he can benefit from it." Ling Jiezhou slapped his thigh as he spoke. "This is a good idea. I'll have a good chat with Doctor Xiong later."
"Why do you have to wait?"
"You have to wait until you get off work. Look at how busy the treatment room is now." Ling Jiezhou clicked his tongue and shook his head.
Ling Ran had no intention of participating. When his father finished speaking, he went to the reclining chair under the eaves, stretched himself comfortably, turned on his phone, and clicked on the game.
About ten minutes later.
The game ended.
Ling Ran raised his eyebrows and started another game without feeling discouraged.
One game after another.
About forty to fifty minutes later, Ling Ran felt bored and put down his phone. He heard Doctor Xiong's fierce argument. "The Yang family's knife-shaved noodles in the alley have already increased by fifty cents. Isn't it reasonable for me to increase by twenty cents a month?"
"The Yang family's knife-shaved noodles increased in price because the video of Old Yang cutting noodles with his injured hands went viral. That's why the price increased."
"I was the one who bandaged Old Yang's hand."
"My son sewed it."
"You can't make it so that I can't even afford shaved noodles!"
"You have a retirement salary of five to six thousand a month, so you must be reluctant to eat shaved noodles. I can't do anything about it."
"My retirement salary is in my wife's hands. If she was willing to let me eat shaved noodles, why would I still work? Say no more. Is 20 yuan still money? "
Ling Jiezhou was exasperated. "If it's not money, then give me my change. You want an extra 20 RMB. Five RMB is the most I can give you."
Doctor Xiong felt helpless. "Boss Ling, the lowest bargaining unit now is 10 RMB."
"Alright, ten it is!"
Ling Ran listened to their arguments and slowly went upstairs. At some point in time, he fell asleep.
The next day.
Two o 'clock in the morning.
The alley in Lower Groove was completely silent.
The stray cats and stray dogs had long disappeared without a trace.
Even the shop that sold breakfast was not lit.
Ling Ran woke up and got out of bed. He washed up a little and went to the backyard to drive his Volkswagen Jetta. When he arrived at the entrance of the alley, he saw the vegetable vendor yawning and preparing to start his small truck.
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