Yun Hua in the morning was gradually getting warmer.
In the treatment room, Sister Dong's heart was getting hotter and hotter.
She looked at Ling Ran, who was instructing Miao Tansheng on the intradermal suture, and muttered to herself, "Guan Yu didn't feel any pain when he scraped his bones. Was it because of Hua Tuo's good looks?"
"I'm the one who's suturing you now." Miao Tansheng chuckled.
When she heard what he said, Sister Dong naturally looked at Miao Tansheng and furrowed her eyebrows. "Can you not say something so inappropriate?"
Miao Tansheng's blistered eyes twitched, and he almost stabbed the needle through his palm.
Sister Dong turned her gaze to Ling Ran again. "If I knew that you're treating Hua Tuo, even if I beat my husband every day until his bones are fractured, I'd still come."
"Have you ever thought about how to get injured without hitting your husband?" Ling Jiezhou could not stand it anymore.
Sister Dong came to a realization. "You're right, but I can't hit my son. My son is about to take his high school entrance examination. Our dog … Our dog is a German Shepherd, and I'm afraid I can't beat it … "
When Miao Tansheng heard that, he did not want to suture anymore. It was too unfulfilling.
'You worked so hard to perform a cosmetic suture, and you're so tired that you have to hit something when you go home to get injured?'
Miao Tansheng looked at Ling Jiezhou like a doctor in a clinic looking at a director. He said, "Director Ling, can't I come to the clinic if I'm not injured? This isn't some dangerous place. "
"Why would I come to the clinic if I'm not injured?" Ling Jiezhou's eyes shone with a shrewd light. He pursed his lips and said to the patient and Miao Tansheng, "Suture well. The cosmetic suture should have the same effect as the cosmetic suture."
"Got it." What else could Miao Tansheng say? He turned his head again, and after being ordered by Ling Ran, he forgot about Ling Jiezhou.
As a doctor, as long as he wanted to advance in this profession, it was inevitable that he would spend his life learning.
Moreover, with the lessons of their seniors, doctors knew that skills were not inferior to the body.
Miao Tansheng left the hospital, and the most regretful thing was that he lost the opportunity to improve his skills. He had left the hospital for a few years, and the skills he relied on for a living were still learned in the hospital. Although there were few doctors in the clinic who were skilled in the application of cosmetic suture …
Miao Tansheng instinctively wanted to learn something.
Ling Ran's teaching was more meticulous and serious than Miao Tansheng had expected.
Ling Ran had always been meticulous and serious. Just like when he was in school, there were always male teachers and male classmates who would give him extra exercise books and test papers, such as the Third Year College Entrance Examination Questions for the Fifth Year, or the Huanggang Secret Scroll. As for Ling Ran, as long as he had time, he would earnestly and meticulously finish those exercise books and test papers.
Even if he had done some of the questions before, Ling Ran would often use new ideas to complete them.
When it came to the time of the college entrance examination, Ling Ran did not encounter a single question that he could not solve. This was because he was serious and meticulous when it came to gifts.
Ling Ran's attitude towards the patients did not change.
Even if he had practiced the same tactic ten or a hundred times, Ling Ran could still do it with relish. Even if he had sutured all kinds of wounds, even if he sutured the same wound every time, he could still be as serious and meticulous as if he was suturing for the first time.
It was even more so when he was teaching Miao Tansheng.
"It's done," Miao Tansheng said.
Ling Ran checked and said, "There's no problem. Sure. "
"Thank you, master." After spending a longer time suturing the wound than usual, Miao Tansheng's heart was filled with excitement.
In terms of his current suturing skills, he was much better than before. It was precisely because he was better that he could see Ling Ran's strength — he was much, much stronger than what he thought in the past.
"Master, you have to come to the clinic often in the future." Miao Tansheng was so excited that he could not control himself. The more he shouted, the smoother his words became.
Ling Ran was so strong that he felt that his bleak future seemed to have brightened up again.
Ling Ran nodded and looked at Miao Tansheng. He said, "The clinic is my home."
"Yes, yes, yes. You have to go home often." Miao Tansheng smiled like a wolf. His eyes were so big that they looked like they had drowned the God of Longevity in them.
Sister Dong, who had just finished bandaging the wound, looked at Ling Ran and turned to look at Miao Tansheng. She felt terrible. "Doctor Miao, you're losing your sense of beauty when you talk like this."
After Sister Dong finished speaking, she ignored Miao Tansheng. She had no intention of going home. She just looked at Ling Ran with a smile and said, "Look at Doctor Ling. It doesn't hurt even after the anesthesia wears off."
Miao Tansheng chuckled. "The anesthesia hasn't worn off yet."
"If it hurts, it means that you didn't suture it well." Sister Dong looked up and said, "If you didn't suture it well, I won't pay."
Even though she was teasing him, Miao Tansheng still sighed helplessly. "Sister Dong, you're not being very reasonable."
Sister Dong looked at him with a smile. "Doctor Miao, if I was being reasonable, would I have sent my husband to the hospital?"
Miao Tansheng looked at his old client in a daze. After a long time, he said, "What you said makes sense."
"I know."
"Yes." Miao Tansheng looked at Sister Dong's palm, and for some reason, he was very obedient. After all, she could send her husband to the hospital with her injured hand just for a handful of melon seeds. If she beat up a middle-aged doctor in his forties, it would be a piece of cake for her.
Ling Jiezhou, on the other hand, had an idea. He walked over with a smile and said, "If your husband is injured, you can also send him to our clinic. We can easily suture the normal superficial wounds."
"He has a fracture," Sister Dong said, and said, "He has medical insurance, and he has to go to the hospital to report it. Besides, he's a rough man, so it doesn't matter if he gets a few stitches on his face. Do you think it's as expensive as cosmetic needles? "
"You're right." Ling Jiezhou answered against his will. In his heart, he thought, 'harmony makes money'. Then, he went to collect the bill, and his mood became happy.
Miao Tansheng was also happy.
Regardless of a man's ambition and vanity, cosmetic suturing alone was still quite profitable. The price of the sutures that Miao Tansheng often used ranged from a few hundred to a thousand RMB, and he could get about 20% of it. If he included other miscellaneous income, he could earn more than in the hospital.
Now that he could learn from Ling Ran, Miao Tansheng was even happier. He surrounded Ling Ran and called him 'master' non-stop.
After sending off Sister Dong, who was reluctant to leave, Miao Tansheng said emotionally, "I have to say, if the surgery department can have a few more old clients, it'll be quite good."
"What's good about it?" Ling Jiezhou had never been a doctor, so he could not help but be curious.
Miao Tansheng pondered and said, "Old clients have a sense of familiarity. For example, the skin on Sister Dong's hand. Before I pierced it, I knew how soft and hard it was. I also knew how thick it was. I just tried it a little, and the suture went smoothly. It's really convenient … "
Ling Jiezhou was speechless.
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Note 1: This sentence was taken from the Qidian Reading App. This chapter was published by reader "Shuangtian Xiaowen Jiao" at 00: 02 on January 30, 2019.
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