Unless one was a regular customer, the farmers in Tiger Leaping Gorge would line up to eat fruits. The drivers of the farmers would drive their battery-powered cars and line up in the parking lot to pick up customers, and the fruits would go to whoever's turn came.
Doctor Zhou's turn came to a large courtyard that was not small, but he could not see the mountain stream.
A tree was planted in the middle of the courtyard, and there were four automatic mahjong machines under it. Behind the circle of houses were private rooms where people could eat and play mahjong.
"We want a private room and a mahjong machine." Doctor Zhou skillfully made the requirements. Then, he touched the edge of the mahjong machine, chose a direction with good Fengshui, sat down, and simulated a mahjong game.
Ling Ran was left at the entrance of the courtyard. He had to use his hands to turn the wheelchair around in the courtyard.
Actually, it was easier to move in a wheelchair. Sitting was more comfortable than standing, and when the wheels moved, it was much faster than walking.
It was a good experience to sit in a wheelchair for a short period of time.
Ling Ran could not help but imagine that if everyone in the treatment group was in a wheelchair, their daily work efficiency might increase.
"Ling Ran, do you want to play mahjong?" Doctor Zhou asked this question politely, and then he was stunned by the question.
Ling Ran hesitated for a few seconds and looked at the barren surroundings. He nodded and said, "Count me in."
"Huh, you know how to play mahjong?" Doctor Zhou was surprised.
"I played it in school."
Doctor Zhou immediately became interested. "Are you good at it?"
Ling Ran recalled and said, "Compared to other games, it's a little better."
"How much better is a little better?"
"Five to ten percent higher win rate," Ling Ran answered based on the data.
Doctor Zhou could not help but think of Ling Ran's usual consultation in the department. That familiar yet unfamiliar tone almost pulled him into an environment where he worked overtime.
Doctor Zhou could not help but shiver, and he had goosebumps all over his body.
He looked at Ling Ran with a solemn expression again and asked, "We're going to play mahjong until night, is that okay?"
"No problem." Ling Ran would consider all kinds of things before he made a decision, so he would not easily change his mind.
"Eating, drinking, and going to the toilet are all irrelevant when you're in mahjong. You have to race against time, and you can't take up mahjong time. Is that okay? "
"No problem."
"You've played mahjong before, right?"
"Yes."
"Alright." Doctor Zhou took out his phone and made another call.
Not long after, Zhao Leyi and Zheng Pei gathered on the battery-powered scooter.
"Why did I hear you say that Ling Ran wants to play mahjong?" Zhao Leyi waved his hand and entered the room. He looked like he was watching a show.
Doctor Zhou pursed his lips and said, "Since we have nothing to do anyway, let's gather four people and start."
Zhao Leyi looked in the direction that Doctor Zhou pointed. He saw Ling Ran exerting strength in his arms. He was in front of the wheelchair, behind the wheelchair, braking the wheelchair, and drifting the wheelchair. He was experiencing a different kind of lifestyle.
Zhao Leyi stared at him for a few seconds before he said, "I hope he didn't hit his head when he fell. Forget it, let's just split some freelance surgery fees with him. Recently, my wife has taken a fancy to a new bag and is clamoring to buy it. She's really annoying. "
Zheng Pei, who came in later, was even more agreeable. With his thick eyebrows and big eyes, he beamed. "I'm waiting to pay the rent."
"Paying rent by playing mahjong? Are you going to stay in the hospital? " Doctor Zhou laughed as he spoke. He called out to the boss and said, "Give me a pot of tea. Let's play mahjong first."
The boss agreed and asked, "What do you want for dinner? Our specialty is roasted free-range chicken. You can also have hotpot or barbecue … "
"Roasted free-range chicken then," Doctor Zhou said. "We have a lot of people. Get us a chicken first, and prepare some barbecue as well. We'll order when people come."
"Okay, no problem." The boss happily went to prepare the food.
Ling Ran came over in his wheelchair and said, "Make another serving of pig trotter."
"Sure." The boss glanced at Ling Ran's injured leg, which was raised high in the air, and lowered his voice a little. He said, "Do you want wild boar trotter? It's best to complement the shape of the pig. "
"No." Ling Ran refused without thinking and said, "Choose the fattest pig trotter. Roast or braise it will do."
At this moment, Ling Ran slightly missed Lu Wenbin.
When he was in Wuxin City, Lu Wenbin always tried different ways to make pig trotters, and they all tasted pretty good. Ling Ran wondered how much the standard of the farmhouses in Tiger Leaping Gorge could compare to Lu Wenbin …
"Let's start playing mahjong." Doctor Zhou did not want to waste time now. He called out to the others and went to the table.
Ling Ran went to the chair beside the mahjong table and sat in his wheelchair. He propped one leg up. He only sprained his ankle, and it did not need to be so complicated. However, since he had a splint, he had no choice.
However, since he was already here, he might as well take things as they came. Ling Ran's expectations for team-building were already very low. Now that he sprained his ankle, he felt even more at ease.
He carefully checked the teacups, and after repeatedly soaking them in boiling water, he soaked the tea leaves, wiped the table with the remaining water, and washed the two sets of mahjong tiles.
Doctor Zhou, Zhao Leyi, and Zheng Pei were dumbfounded.
Finally, Ling Ran used the alcohol-based hand sanitizer that he always carried with him to wipe the mahjong tiles and the table. When he put on his gloves, the other two tables in the courtyard of the farmhouse had already started playing mahjong.
"Let's start." Ling Ran turned on the mahjong machine seriously.
The sound of mahjong tiles being shuffled, which had not been heard for a long time, rang out from the automatic mahjong machine.
A few people from Yun Hua Hospital who came later subconsciously came over.
"Doctor Ling, do you know how to play mahjong?"
"Wow, you guys are playing too much. If it's just five RMB, you'll need more than a hundred RMB in one round."
"You guys are cheating Doctor Ling of his money, right?"
The young nurse who entered the room saw the money on the table and immediately became anxious.
Zhao Leyi laughed out loud. "Just because Doctor Ling delayed us, we should also collect some interest …"
"I know, right? The rich ones will lead the others to become rich," Zheng Pei said with a chuckle. The mahjong tiles in front of him were arranged neatly, and his expression started to become serious. "There are no fathers and sons on the mahjong table. Ling Ran, don't blame me for earning your money."
"Okay." Ling Ran also perked up.
'Since I sprained my ankle, I can enjoy team-building.'
That was what Ling Ran thought.
Thirty minutes later, Ling Ran's expression did not change, but the expressions of the other people at the mahjong table kept changing.
"How could this be?"
"Ling Ran, you're really good at hiding your strength."
"You're counting your tiles, right?"
The other three people looked at the decreasing amount of money in the small drawer of the mahjong table, and their eyes were filled with confusion.
Ling Ran's eyes were fixed on the mahjong table, and he tried his best not to think about things outside the table.
The mahjong table was square, and there were fixed rules. It was considered an environment that Ling Ran could accept. Of course, it could not be compared to the operating theater, but if he ignored the current environment, playing mahjong alone was considered an acceptable entertainment activity for Ling Ran.
"Forget it, I'm not playing. Someone else." Zhao Leyi stood up with trembling hands and asked around, "Who wants to play?"
The people around him shook their heads in unison.
The men did not want to lose money, but the women did not want Ling Ran to see them playing mahjong …
Zhao Leyi had no choice but to sit back down.
"Sigh, if only there was an emergency department." Zhao Leyi's mind was filled with fantasies.
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