* Whoosh. *
* Whoosh. *
The sky had just turned bright when the sound of sweeping came from the courtyard.
Ling Ran turned over and got up. He thought, 'Did dad sleep on the sofa last night? He woke up so early. '
He washed up on the second floor, changed his clothes, and went downstairs. He saw that the road had been cleaned up, and even the ditches on the side of the road had been washed with water. Not far away, a slender figure was working hard at the intersection to clean up …
'Slender?'
Ling Ran tried hard to recall Ling Jiezhou's body, which was becoming like a washing machine. He was full of doubts. 'Could it be that one of the neighbors has a mental problem?'
"Hello, Doctor Ling."
Huang Maoshi, who was cleaning, heard the sound of the door being unlocked. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If Ling Ran did not come out, his waist would be crippled.
In the face of Ling Ran's doubts, Huang Maoshi smiled and said, "I bought some deep-fried dough sticks, soy milk, and tofu pudding. I don't know if you guys like them. There are also some side dishes in the basket by the door. I'll take them."
Huang Maoshi carried the broom and trotted over. He picked up a bamboo flower basket from the bluestone slab beside the door of Lower Groove Clinic. Breakfast was neatly stacked inside. Judging from the packaging, it should have been bought at the end of the alley. It was enough to feed five or six people.
Ling Ran froze for a moment and looked at Huang Maoshi in surprise. Although he often received gifts, it was rare for him to receive such a large amount of gifts. Usually, if a girl gave food, it would either be branded, imported, special, or homemade. She would use the deep-fried dough sticks from her own alley to make up the number … Boys … Boys really did not know how to give gifts.
"I'm here on behalf of the company to thank you for your support." Huang Maoshi recalled the content of the sales course and said carefully, "I'm here today to help you with something."
"Hello." Ling Ran looked at him suspiciously.
He remembered that Huang Maoshi, the pharmaceutical sales representative from Changxi Medical Company, seemed to have a strange brain. He only knew how to smile foolishly.
Huang Maoshi maintained his smile and said, "Doctor Ling has recently ordered a lot of medical consumables from our company. Although they are all under Department Director Huo's name, we will still separate them for you if they should be counted as yours. I have nothing to do today, so I came to thank you … "
Huang Maoshi had gradually adapted to his job as a pharmaceutical sales representative. He especially learned how to smile deeply in front of female clients and superficially smile in front of male clients.
Even though he did not have the glory of walking on the runway, Huang Maoshi, who did not want to be a youth anymore and wanted to have a little more dignity, felt that the job of a pharmaceutical sales representative was very suitable for him.
Huang Maoshi looked at Ling Ran, who had a confused look on his face. He clicked his tongue and said, "Your courtyard is really well-kept."
"Oh, please come in. You can sit in the middle." Ling Ran finally understood. He politely led her to the stone table in the middle of the courtyard.
Huang Maoshi placed the broom by the door and entered with the flower basket. He exchanged a few pleasantries before he placed the food on the dining table. By the time Ling Jiezhou and Tao Ping went downstairs, Huang Maoshi had already familiarized himself with the Ling Family's kitchen. Not only did he boil milk, but he also fried eggs.
As she stared at Huang Maoshi who was busy in the kitchen, Tao Ping could not help but hesitate. She stared at the food on the table and said awkwardly, "Young Ran, in the past, the people who came to our house to help cook were usually pretty girls, right? Actually, the girl who came to make fish last time was not bad, although she was a little egotistical … "
Ling Jiezhou immediately heard Tao Ping's hesitation. He could not help but laugh. "Wife, what are you thinking about? This is a pharmaceutical sales representative. He came to our house to give gifts because Ling Ran is a doctor. You're thinking wrong."
"I'm thinking wrong?"
"Yes, just like the pharmaceutical sales representatives who often come to our clinic. They send infusion bags over, but don't they also help us with this and that …"
"Your attitude is wrong."
"Huh?" Ling Jiezhou was stunned for a few seconds. He suddenly felt a little terrified.
Ling Ran finished eating the youtiao in his hand, clapped his hands, and said, "I'm going to the hospital."
"Doctor Ling, Doctor Ling." Huang Maoshi, who had just brought soup out of the kitchen, quickly called out to Ling Ran and said, "You want to go to the hospital to continue performing surgeries, right?"
"Of course." Ling Ran nodded.
"I forgot to tell you just now. Department Director Huo asked me to tell you that because the wards are full, it's best to postpone today's surgery for a day. When the patients are discharged tomorrow and the hospital beds are free, we can continue to perform the M-Tang technique." Huang Maoshi wiped his hands on his apron, and he looked like he was doing housework.
"There are no hospital beds …" Ling Ran suddenly remembered that he had performed thirteen M-Tang technique patients in one go, and none of them were discharged. In other words, half of the patients in the observation room of the Emergency Department were his patients.
When he thought about it, there were five treatment groups in the Emergency Department, and the wards had probably started to add more beds.
"Associate Hospital Director Zhou has agreed to build another operating theater. It's a ready-made room. We just need to put the hospital beds in and connect them with oxygen." Huang Maoshi chuckled and said, "We started this morning. It will be done in a few days at most."
Needless to say, this business was also handed over to Changxi Medical Company.
Ling Ran did not care about this, but he instantly felt bored because he could not go to the hospital to perform surgery.
Ling Jiezhou might have noticed it, or he might have wanted to avoid his wife's correction, or he might have been stingy, but he quickly said to Ling Ran, "You don't have to go to the hospital. Just help at home. There are many patients coming to our house now, and there are also patients from Golden Deer Hospital who need suturing. I'll make a call later and ask Doctor Miao not to come."
"Who's Doctor Miao?" Ling Ran asked.
"He's a part-time doctor we hired. He specializes in suturing, and he also knows how to perform cosmetic sutures." Ling Jiezhou proudly raised two fingers and said, "I only want this amount."
"Two thousand a month?" Ling Ran thought, 'It's even cheaper than Doctor Xiong?'
Ling Jiezhou snorted a little gloomily and said, "Two hundred a day? It's not as cheap as two thousand. "
At this time, Huang Maoshi came out with a bowl of seaweed egg drop soup. He smiled and said, "Our company now hires a driver, and we still have to bargain for three hundred a day."
"That's not comparable." Ling Jiezhou thanked him and invited Huang Maoshi to sit down. He then said, "There are many jobs for drivers, but how many places can doctors work part-time? Am I right? So, this is called a market economy, and the market determines the price. "
Huang Maoshi naturally did not refute him. He smiled and nodded.
"In short, we can save today's salary. Ling Ran, you'll be in charge of the suturing." Ling Jiezhou rubbed his hands and was very happy.
"I get more than five hundred a surgery now." Ling Ran calmly scooped a bowl of soup for himself.
Ling Jiezhou immediately looked at Huang Maoshi, and the latter nodded slightly.
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