The waiting room of Yun Hua Hospital's Emergency Department was about thirty to forty square feet.
In the middle of it were a few old desks that were haphazardly put together into an irregular shape. Usually, when people ate their lunchboxes or takeaways, they would lie on the table in the middle.
There were a few green plants in the middle of the desks, and there were also some around the office.
More than ten chairs were scattered around, and there was another stool in the corner, like a barbecue stall on the sidewalk.
The waiting room was facing the south, and there was enough sunlight to shine in, but it was not too dazzling.
Two resident doctors pushed the door open as they chatted and laughed. The first thing they saw was the sunlight on the table, and Ling Ran, who was playing his game seriously in the corner.
The two chatting stopped in tacit understanding.
They quietly sat in the corner far away from Ling Ran, and they felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
"Hey, why don't we go out to eat?" The well-built resident doctor, Lu Wenbin, looked at Ling Ran as if he was looking at a senior doctor.
The resident doctor who came along was a little too lazy to move, but when he looked up at Ling Ran, he suddenly felt pressured. He could not help but nod and said, "Then let's go out to eat."
The two stood up together and were about to go out when Lu Wenbin said subconsciously, "Doctor Ling, we're leaving first."
"Okay," Ling Ran replied, and his attention was still focused on his phone screen.
The two resident doctors walked out of the waiting room, and when they were far away, Lu Wenbin suddenly stopped and asked, "Why did I tell him that I'm leaving first?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Why?"
There was more than one young doctor who asked this question. The waiting room was a haven for young doctors.
Some attending physicians, associate chief physicians, and chief physicians liked to stay in the office, and some liked to stay in the operating theater. In fact, if they had a choice, most surgeons would find the environment in the operating theater to be more comfortable. Cutting and doing things to save humans made them feel at ease.
Young resident doctors and medical interns liked the operating theater, but they did not have many opportunities to go in. As for the office, ever since the electronic medical record system was used in the hospital, young doctors did not feel happy sitting in front of the computer. On average, an electronic medical record required nearly ten thousand words. Even if they used the great copy-and-paste method, when they faced an average of twenty to thirty patients every week, the task of writing medical records was still so heavy that it made people nauseous. Besides, there were also important tasks like prescribing medicine, giving medical advice, daily ward rounds, being a surgical assistant, continuing to study and prepare for exams, smiling with chief physicians, associate chief physicians, and attending physicians.
Therefore, sitting in the waiting room that middle-aged doctors rarely visited was almost the most comfortable time for young doctors in the hospital.
That was until … when everyone started to feel pressure from Ling Ran.
The M-Tang technique was definitely a Level Four surgery. Of course, the grading of surgeries was not purely based on their difficulty. However, those who could perform Level Four surgeries were still the best among doctors.
In other words, this kind of surgery was actually the dream surgery of young doctors.
Theoretically, a senior attending physician could be the first assistant for a M-Tang technique surgery, and two resident doctors could be assigned to assist him …
When any resident doctor or medical intern thought of this, they would rather go to the rooftop to take a breather than sit in the waiting room. This was especially true when Ling Ran was facing the screen with an incredibly stern look. He would always remind people of stern senior doctors.
Ling Ran did not notice anything. He was still having a good time.
Dong Zhizhuan's coach recovered very well. Although he was transferred to another department, he was still very grateful to Ling Ran. He deliberately let Ling Ran add a few alternate accounts in the club. When there were interns practicing, they would bring Ling Ran along.
Although they often said things like "lost the bet" and "increased the difficulty" in the voice chat, Ling Ran never took it to heart.
"Ling Ran." The door to the waiting room was pushed open.
The person who came in was Wang Zhuangyong, who was an intern in the Medical Laboratory Department.
Wang Zhuangyong's large white coat was washed clean and ironed to the point that it looked very neat. He himself was also very clean. He did not look like a doctor, but more like a car or real estate salesman.
"Can you get off work on time today?" Wang Zhuangyong asked.
"Yes. You just asked on WeChat, right? "Ling Ran's expression was serious. The Cheng Yaojin he was controlling was trying hard to escape from the enemy's pursuit. The index finger of his right hand was sliding on the left side of the screen. It was helping the thumb of his left hand. An excellent surgeon naturally needed to make full use of every finger.
"The last few times I asked you, you always worked overtime," Wang Zhuangyong said and urged him, "Go out first, Chen Wanhao is waiting outside."
"I'll leave if I die …" Ling Ran's voice paused for a moment. He quietly stood up and put his phone in his pocket.
…..
After eating out with his roommates, Ling Ran took the bus home.
His mother, Tao Ping, rarely cooked. Even if she was in a good mood, she would not cook more than once a week.
Ling Jiezhou was very hardworking. However, there was no definite connection between hardworking and delicious food. Therefore, even though Ling Ran was studying in the city's university, he did not often go home to eat.
He got off the bus at the entrance of the alley. The further he walked in, the less light he felt.
The street lights installed a few years ago started to break down frequently. The municipal staff would come to repair them every once in a while, change the light bulbs, and so on. During this period, the street lights would only be on for a short period of time.
Fortunately, the shop signs on both sides of the street were lit up. Red, yellow, and green lights intertwined. It was a little magical, a little modern, and a little modern.
When people gathered, Lower Groove was actually a very lively place. The young white-collar workers who worked in the nearby office buildings would also come here to eat. Occasionally, they would buy some gadgets or get some small injections.
However, when the crowd dispersed, the only lights left were the street lights and the door signs, and it was already a little scary. When the small shops in the alley were closed, it would be even more unsettling.
Ling Ran quietly walked through the alley with his hands in his pockets. After a while, he saw the red and yellow lights of his clinic.
The main door of the clinic was already closed, and there was a small door at the side for people to enter and exit.
There were no more infusions in the evening, and the business of selling medicine had also decreased. They basically did not do it anymore. There was a twenty-four-hour pharmacy a hundred meters away from the alley. It had a full range of products and offered points. It was something that the clinic could not compete with.
A faint aroma wafted in the courtyard.
Ling Ran wrinkled his nose a little. He was very sure that this was cooked by his mother.
'Mother cooked?'
Ling Ran could not help but feel a little surprised. He took two quick steps forward and pushed open the door to the north. As expected, he saw a table full of dishes.
"Why are you back?" Tao Ping was a little surprised when she saw her son.
Ling Ran was silent for two seconds. "I don't have anything to do today."
"Have you eaten?"
"Yes."
"That's good." Tao Ping breathed a sigh of relief. She started to set the chopsticks again and said, "I made vegetarian food. You can sit down and have some soup. Dong Sheng has not eaten anything since he came down from the mountain. "
As she spoke, a young novice monk who was about ten years old entered the room. When he saw Ling Ran, he saluted him and said seriously, "Young patron Ling, hello."
Then, he saluted Tao Ping and said, "Thank you, Lay Buddhist. The bathwater is very comfortable."
The young novice monk had a dignified appearance. His hair was shaved clean, and he looked like a small football.
His gray monk's robe was clean, and he looked very ceremonial.
When Tao Ping saw the young and naive novice monk, she was very happy. She pulled him over, rubbed his head, and said with a smile, "Dong Sheng is so polite."
The young novice monk, Dong Sheng's expression stiffened. He said in a low voice, "Lay Buddhist … please don't rub my face. I've put on face cream."
"Oh, oh, you have to take good care of yourself so that you can be cute for a few more years, just like our Ling Ran." Tao Ping sighed as she spoke. She stood on tiptoe and touched her son's head. She said, "If you grow up too big, you won't be fun anymore."
Ling Ran sat down quietly and saved the young novice monk. He also touched his bald and tender head and asked, "Are you here to get medicine for your master?"
"Yes." The young novice monk would go down the mountain to buy medicine every once in a while. In the beginning, someone would bring him along, but now, he ran around on his own. He weighed the pros and cons between rubbing his head and face. He then sat beside Ling Ran obediently and said, "Master was making pills for the lay Buddhist monks this morning. He suddenly felt stomach pain and stomach acid. He asked me to buy a few boxes of aluminum-magnesium carbonate tablets as a backup."
"The abbot has a stomachache." Tao Ping said in surprise, "When I had stomachache in the past, I ate the pills made by the abbot. Doesn't he use them himself?"
"Master said that pills treat the root of the problem, not the emergency." The young novice monk bowed slightly.
"That makes sense. Oh right, I ate a type of Tibetan medicine two years ago. It's very good. It treats the root of the problem and is an emergency. I'll go look for it. Bring it to Master later." As Tao Ping spoke, she went back to her room to look through the inventory.
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