Seven o 'clock in the morning.
The sound of someone sweeping the floor came from the courtyard.
Ling Ran could no longer sleep. He rolled out of bed, took a shower, changed into a half-new pair of underwear, put on his pajamas, and walked out. 'Is Dong Sheng here?'
In the courtyard, a figure with a straight back was sweeping the floor. It was Miao Tansheng, a part-time doctor in the clinic.
When he heard the sound from upstairs, Miao Tansheng, who had his back to the second floor, swept the floor even more seriously. His eyes, which were like pickled peppers, stared at the courtyard carefully, as if he wanted to sweep away the ghosts of last year's melon seeds.
Ling Ran raised his eyebrows in surprise. He turned and went back to his room. Since it was not Dong Sheng, he did not want to talk to him.
If he wanted to talk to people, Ling Ran would go to the hospital today. Professor Feng and his disciple had not left yet.
There were too many people who wanted to talk to him, so Ling Ran decided to go home and rest.
He also gave the other doctors in the treatment group a break.
Miao Tansheng swept the floor seriously for a long time, but he did not hear any sound from the second floor. He turned and saw that the guardrail on the second floor was empty.
"I'm a surgeon sweeping the floor for you, and you don't even greet me?" The more Miao Tansheng thought about it, the more indignant he became. He threw the broom on the ground with a thud.
"Creak."
Ling Ran pushed the door open and held the phone in his hand. "Yes, it's in Lower Groove. Lower Groove Clinic, there's a light in front of the door. There's tofu pudding, thank you. "
Miao Tansheng quickly picked up the broom again and looked at the door on the second floor. He smiled and said, "Doctor Ling, don't order takeout. I'll make breakfast, or I can buy it."
"Did you change your profession to be a pharmaceutical sales representative?" Ling Ran was slightly surprised.
Most doctors in the clinic did not care much about their bosses, let alone their bosses' family members.
Although Doctor Xiong, who was employed by Lower Groove Clinic, discussed salary issues with Ling Jiezhou all year round, he would never buy food for his boss for a salary of five RMB.
Doctor Miao smiled so much that his eyes were swaying. He said, "I know a few pharmaceutical sales representatives. If you want to know more, I can introduce you …"
Ling Ran looked at Doctor Miao and did not say anything.
Doctor Miao was stunned and laughed. "Look at me, I'm so stupid. You don't need me to introduce you. Sigh, big hospitals are still good. I can get to know as many pharmaceutical sales representatives as I want. Back then, I was in the hospital … "
"Why do you know so many pharmaceutical sales representatives?" Ling Ran did not agree with Doctor Miao's train of thought at all, and before Doctor Miao entered the stage of reminiscing about the past, Ling Ran cut him off.
Doctor Miao could not say what he wanted to say. He felt like dying, but he still insisted on smiling obsequiously. "I originally wanted to say that the more people I know, the more chances I'll have, but you're right, you don't really need that many chances …"
"Doctor Miao, I don't like to chat." Ling Ran began to equate Miao Tansheng with the middle-aged woman in the neighborhood.
"It's like this … it's like this …" Miao Tansheng said a few words before he raised his head to look at Ling Ran. He said carefully, "Doctor Ling, I've almost mastered the intradermal suture and heavy reinforcing suture that you taught me previously. Recently, I feel that I've improved a little, so I'd like to ask you to help me take another look. I know, I know. I'm not a full-time doctor in Lower Groove Clinic. This is what I've been thinking about. Once I'm skilled enough, I'll serve Lower Groove Clinic for at least another three years … "
"Well said!" On the second floor, Ling Jiezhou had already started clapping his hands. He looked like he wanted to fly down the stairs as he shouted, "Three years is too short, at least five years."
Miao Tansheng smiled bitterly. "Boss Ling, I'm not saying that I'll only serve for three years. I'm saying that I'll serve for another three years after I've mastered the technique. Moreover, when the time comes and we're happy, I'll continue to stay."
"You won't get a raise for three years?" Ling Jiezhou changed his direction.
Miao Tansheng looked at Ling Jiezhou and chuckled. He said, "I've always gotten a commission."
Ling Jiezhou wiped the corners of his eyes that he did not have time to wipe clean. He nodded slightly. "You can get a commission, but the time you spend as an apprentice is not counted. Ling Ran, how long will it take you to teach Doctor Miao?"
"It depends on how much I'll learn. It might take a few months or a few years." Ling Ran himself had leveled up through the system. Miao Tansheng did not have such a condition, so he had to spend more time to learn.
However, Miao Tansheng had good taste. Both of them were learning how to suture, and the results he learned from Ling Ran were definitely better than most doctors.
Ling Jiezhou smiled and said, "Then it'll be three years after I finish my apprenticeship. By the way, Old Miao, since you're learning medicine from Ling Ran, doesn't that mean you're Ling Ran's apprentice?
Miao Tansheng turned and shouted at Ling Ran, "Master!"
He had been in society for a long time, and he did not care about being at a disadvantage because of a few words.
Ling Jiezhou, on the other hand, felt a little disgusted. 'Ling Ran is at a disadvantage with such an old apprentice.'
"Have you contacted any patients?" Ling Ran changed the topic again.
"I did. A patient's wound opened up, and I asked him to come over in the morning. The appointment is at eight o 'clock." Miao Tansheng had been working outside for many years, and he had made a small reputation for himself. There would always be clients coming to him from time to time.
Of course, surgeons were not like internists, who always had a lot of patients. They could not cut the skin anymore, and it was the same for double eyelids. Besides, to be honest, even a doctor from society like Miao Tansheng did not want to see the same patients all the time.
There were thousands of ways to earn money, and one of the reasons why doctors could persist was because of a sense of achievement.
Miao Tansheng also needed a sense of achievement.
Or rather, ever since he left the public hospital, he especially needed a sense of achievement.
Therefore, even if it was just a small suture or a small cosmetic suture, Miao Tansheng still hoped that the suture would be better and better …
At 7: 40 am, the patient arrived at Lower Groove Clinic.
A strong, round-faced woman was taking selfies as she walked. After she sat in the treatment room, she said without raising her head, "Wait a minute, I'll post this on my Moments."
As she spoke, she held her phone with her injured left hand and tapped on the screen with her injured right hand. Blood stained the phone, but she just wiped it off with the bandage wrapped around her palm.
Miao Tansheng had an understanding smile on his face. He asked, "Sister Dong, the wound is bleeding. Let's suture it first."
"Okay, you suture the left hand, and I'll take a photo." Sister Dong gracefully gave up her left hand, and she held her phone with her right hand. She took a selfie, looked at it, and seemed to be satisfied. Then, she pulled all the beauty options to the top and tried again.
At this time, Miao Tansheng untied the bandage on her left hand.
"The injury is quite serious, how did it happen?" Miao Tansheng asked.
"My husband did it." Sister Dong pursed her lips.
"Domestic violence?" When Ling Jiezhou, who was about to leave, heard this, he immediately stopped and did not leave.
Sister Dong could not help but put down her phone, frowned, and looked at Ling Jiezhou. "Don't talk nonsense. I just lightly punched him a few times. At most, it's just a superficial wound. How is this domestic violence?"
Ling Jiezhou was stunned when he heard this.
Miao Tansheng coughed a few times and said, "Um, Chief Ling, Sister Dong and her husband often fight with each other …"
"Usually, I win." Sister Dong raised her head proudly. Then, she put down her phone and began to check her Moments.
In the circle of friends, a petite girl with a sharp chin and a face that looked like an internet celebrity was posing with her head down and showing off her bloody wound. Because the phone was held close to her, the people around the table could see the words in her Moments: Don't be arrogant when you win, don't be discouraged when you lose, don't cry when your hand is injured, and don't shout when you bleed!
"Do you need a cosmetic suture?" Miao Tansheng looked at the wound and said, "I don't think the effect of the cosmetic suture is very good. This time, the wound opened up. Sigh, the last suture was almost healed."
"I had no choice. He stole my melon seeds. How could I not fight back?" As Sister Dong spoke, she extended her hand and said, "Suture as you see fit. If you can, don't leave a scar."
Miao Tansheng could not help but look at Ling Ran.
"Sure." Ling Ran looked at the wound and did not hesitate at all. He had Master Level Appositional Suture Book, Master Level Intradermal Suture, and Master Level Subcutaneous Hidden Heavy Reinforcing Suture. With these skills, it was easy for him to treat such a wound.
Sister Dong raised her head abruptly and said, "Your doctor's voice is really nice … Wow, so handsome?"
Miao Tansheng pretended not to hear her. He took out the anesthetic and sucked it with a needle. Then, he looked at Sister Dong's palm and said, "I'll give you local anesthesia now. It might be a little painful."
"It won't hurt." Sister Dong looked at Ling Ran. She did not even look at her phone and said, "Your clinic should save money on anesthetics. It won't hurt at all!"
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