Saturday.
Xiang Xueming found some time to go back to Yun Hua.
It was not like when he was in Yun Hua Hospital, where twenty minutes was the unit of time every day. During the one month in Bazhaixiang, Xiang Xueming's working hours returned to normal. His sleep returned to normal, and his bowel movements also returned to normal.
Before getting off the long-distance bus, Xiang Xueming even felt that this was pretty good.
Then, he looked up and saw the 488-meter-tall Anyun Building.
The all-glass Peaceful Cloud Building was built 10 years ago. At that time, the concept of light pollution was not very popular in the country. As a result, this landmark building was like a huge glass rod, shining brightly and reflecting dazzling light from all angles.
When Xiang Xueming was in school, he had heard his classmates from Yun Hua talk about the ugliness of Peaceful Cloud Building more than once.
However, after five years, Xiang Xueming still felt that the Peaceful Cloud Building was a collection of modern beauty. The price of renting a cubicle on the top floor of the Peaceful Cloud Building was equivalent to Xiang Xueming's monthly income. Obviously, only people who thought that it was extremely beautiful would be willing to pay so much money.
As Xiang Xueming thought about this, he carried his backpack and squeezed his way to the bus stop. He queued up for a bus and arrived in Lower Groove.
He did not return to Yun Hua Hospital directly. Even though he sounded very confident when he talked to Zeng Xingteng, as an intern, Xiang Xueming knew that he did not have the ability to invite the attending physician he wanted.
He was paid 2,000 RMB for three surgeries a day. This freelance surgery fee was way below the standard for freelance surgeries, and it could no longer be considered a freelance surgery. In fact, it wasn't really the case. They didn't even take a plane or a high-speed train. Zeng Xingteng and Xiang Xueming definitely couldn't afford the transportation fees.
Therefore, attending physicians who took over the work either had to take a bus back and forth or drive their own cars. No matter how one thought about it, it was not a very comfortable thing to do.
However, Xiang Xueming could not invite an attending physician who was too weak. Those who were above the rank of assistant lecturer would definitely not come. They would rather use this time to eat a meal from a pharmaceutical sales representative and drink two bottles of Maotai to recoup their losses. Bazhaixiang was a small place, and they would perform surgeries based on the diseases they encountered. Therefore, he had to find someone with relatively comprehensive surgical skills.
Besides, Bazhaixiang did not have a chief physician to save the day. If anything happened on the operating table, the attending physician who performed freelance surgeries had to solve it himself. Because of this, most doctors did not dare to go there.
In tertiary Grade A hospitals, most attending physicians did not like people giving orders behind their backs. However, when something went wrong during the surgery, everyone still needed to find an expert to save the day.
The authority of a senior doctor over a junior doctor, and the suppression of a skilled doctor over a weak one, were all concentrated here.
Xiang Xueming did not have the confidence to hire such an attending physician. He felt that he could do well in Yun Hua Hospital because he had Ling Ran as his backer. Xiang Xueming knew this very well.
There were only a few people in the Ling Treatment Group, but they were able to occupy the operating theater of another department to perform surgery. This was no ordinary expert.
The medical interns who came together with Xiang Xueming might even start to doubt their own lives when they sent a specimen to the Pathology Department. However, the medical interns in Ling Ran's treatment group rarely encountered such treatment.
This time, Xiang Xueming wanted to get back the treatment he received.
He got off the bus, shook his backpack, and felt a little more confident.
He had brought a boar elbow hunted in the mountains, and two pheasants with intact feathers.
This was also a gift that he had carefully selected. As far as Xiang Xueming knew, normal, valuable items were not stimulating to Ling Ran at all.
"Young man, who are you looking for?" An old lady who was sunbathing in the courtyard of Lower Groove Clinic glanced at Xiang Xueming and knew that he was not a local.
Xiang Xueming immediately stopped and said, "I'm looking for Doctor Ling Ran."
"For treatment? What illness? "
"I … have something to ask him."
"You have something to ask? Just wait." The old lady chuckled, and her mood was distant.
Xiang Xueming looked around and saw that there were rather classical wooden corridors on both sides of the entrance of the small courtyard. In the corridors, there were wooden signs with names on them.
"Treatment Room", "Emergency Room", "Ultrasound and Electrocardiogram", "Treatment Room" …
"It's quite big," Xiang Xueming praised.
"It's just been renovated." The old lady clicked her tongue and said, "The Ling family has made money."
Xiang Xueming nodded in confusion. "Just renovated?"
"I heard that they specialize in cosmetic sutures. Who wants cosmetic sutures?"
"Cosmetic sutures means that the scars will be smaller and fewer." Xiang Xueming understood the moment he heard it.
"Anyway, it's not against the law to lie to a fool."
Xiang Xueming smiled. "There's no need to lie to Doctor Ling's family's clinic."
"You know?" The old lady narrowed her eyes.
Xiang Xueming recalled the old lady in front of the small stall in the village and immediately shook his head. "I just said it casually."
As he spoke, Xiang Xueming hurried inside.
The courtyard of Lower Groove Clinic was still preserved, and the bricks in the middle were just flattened.
The old building in front of it was the same. It retained the pattern of people living on the top floor and a central room below.
However, the consultation room that was previously used in the central room was moved to the side.
It used to be a side room and a bathroom, but now it became a new small building.
The old house on the opposite side was also demolished and rebuilt, and it was made into a modern Chinese-style small building.
Xiang Xueming craned his neck and looked around. He saw an ultrasound machine and an operating table, as well as a disinfection room and a sink next to it.
Xiang Xueming compared it with the Bazhaixiang hospital branch and felt that both of them were quite similar.
Of course, the Bazhaixiang hospital branch did not have an ultrasound machine, which was a legacy of history.
Xiang Xueming walked around before he saw Ling Ran in the small treatment room.
He was suturing a middle-aged woman, and while he sutured, he talked to the middle-aged doctor beside him, and he was talking about sutures.
Xiang Xueming was so envious that his eyes were about to bleed.
After he came to Bazhaixiang, his biggest worry was that he could not improve.
"Doctor Ling." Xiang Xueming greeted him in a low voice and said, "I came back to the city to take a look, and I happened to have time …"
Ling Ran looked at the patient's wound and hummed. He said, "If you have time, you can perform some surgeries."
"I can't perform surgeries whenever I want in the Bazhaixiang hospital branch." Xiang Xueming sighed helplessly.
"Oh," Ling Ran replied and said, "I thought you like to perform surgeries?"
These words almost made Xiang Xueming's tears fall down from his eyes.
Of course he liked to perform surgeries, and he liked it very much.
"I still like to perform surgeries, but I can't do anything about it if I can't stay in Yun Hua Hospital."
Ling Ran hummed and nodded.
"Actually, I want to perform surgeries." Xiang Xueming quickly said before the topic turned cold, "That's why I came to ask for help."
When Xiang Xueming said this, he could not help but look at the middle-aged woman who was suturing.
"Do you want me to go out?" The middle-aged woman whose arm was bleeding asked honestly.
"I'll say it later, I'll say it later." Xiang Xueming laughed awkwardly.
"Then go out and wait. It's quite stuffy inside." The middle-aged woman easily sent him away.
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