The morning clouds are gradually getting hotter.

In the consultation room, Sister Dong's heart was getting hotter and hotter.

She looked at Ling Ran who was instructing Miao Tansheng to perform intradermal suturing, and murmured to herself: "Guan Yu didn't feel any pain when he scraped his bones to heal his wounds. Could it be because of Hua Tuo's good looks?" (Note 1)

"I am the one doing the sutures for you now." Miao Tansheng laughed.

Hearing his words, Sister Dong naturally looked at Miao Tansheng, and then frowned fiercely: "Can you stop saying such outrageous things?"

Miao Tansheng's blistered eye was pinched, and she almost inserted a needle along the palm of her hand.

Sister Dong turned her gaze to Ling Ran again: "If I had known that there was Hua Tuo in your clinic, I would have had to come here even if I beat my husband every day and broke his bones."

"Have you ever considered ways to injure your husband without beating him?" Ling Jiezu couldn't stand listening anymore.

Sister Dong suddenly realized: "What you said makes sense, but you can't beat your son. He is about to take the high school entrance examination. The dog at home... ours is a black-backed dog. I'm afraid I can't beat him..."

Miao Tansheng didn't want to sew after hearing this. This was too unfulfilling.

You have to work so hard to get a cosmetic injection, and you are so exhausted that you have to hit something to get hurt when you get home?

Miao Tansheng looked at Ling Jie Zhou, like a doctor in a clinic looking at the director, and said: "Director Ling, if you are not injured, can't you come to the clinic? Our place is not a dragon's den or a tiger's den."

"Why do you come to the clinic if you are not injured?" Ling Jiezhu's eyes flashed shrewdly, and he babbled, half to the patient, half to Miao Tansheng, and said: "If you sew well, the beauty needles will come out."

The effect of cosmetic injections.”

"I got it." What could Miao Tansheng say? He turned his head again and was given a few instructions by Ling Ran. He even forgot about Ling Jie Zhou.

As a doctor, as long as you want to move forward in this industry, lifelong learning is inevitable.

Moreover, with the lessons learned from their predecessors, doctors all know that skills should not overwhelm the body.

Miao Tansheng left the hospital, and his biggest regret was that he lost the opportunity to improve his technical skills. After a few years since he came out, the skills he relied on for a living were still learned in the hospital, and in the clinic, although he can apply them skillfully

Doctors who perform cosmetic injections are rare, but still...

Miao Tansheng instinctively wanted to learn something.

Ling Ran's professor was more meticulous and serious than Miao Tansheng expected.

Ling Ran has always been so meticulous and serious. Just like when he was in school, there were always some male teachers and male classmates who would give him extra exercise books and test papers, such as the three-year college entrance examination papers and five-year papers, or Huanggang secret papers, etc.

The gifts were numerous. As for Ling Ran, as long as he had time, he would finish those exercise books and test papers carefully and meticulously.

Even if some of the questions had been done before, Ling Ran would often use new ideas to complete them.

When it came time to take the college entrance examination, Ling Ran didn't encounter a question that he couldn't solve, precisely because he treated gifts seriously and meticulously.

Facing the patient, Ling Ran's attitude did not change.

Even if he has done the same technique ten times and hundreds of times, Ling Ran can still do it with gusto. Even if he has sutured all kinds of wounds, even if he sutures the same wound every time, Ling Ran can still perform it like the first

The stitching is so careful and meticulous.

This was even more true when teaching Miao Tansheng.

"Okay." Miao Tansheng said.

Ling Ran checked it and said, "No problem. Okay."

"Thank you, Master." After taking longer than usual to sew, Miao Tansheng's heart was filled with excitement.

In terms of stitching level, he is now stronger than before. It is precisely because he is stronger that he can see that Ling Ran is stronger than he thought before.

"Master, you have to come to the clinic more often from now on." Miao Tansheng was so excited that he couldn't control himself, and the more he shouted, the more smoothly he became fluent.

Ling Ran was so strong, he felt that his bleak future seemed to be bright again.

Ling Ran nodded, looked at Miao Tansheng, and said, "The clinic is my home."

"Yes, yes, you have to go home often." Miao Tansheng smiled like a pug, and his two blistered eyes seemed to have drowned a longevity fish in them.

Sister Dong, who had just been bandaged, looked at Ling Ran and then looked back at Miao Tansheng, feeling extremely uncomfortable: "Doctor Miao, when you talk like this, the beauty is gone."

After finishing speaking, Sister Dong ignored Miao Tansheng and had no intention of going home. She looked at Ling Ran with a smile and said, "Look at Dr. Ling, it doesn't hurt even after the anesthesia is over."

Miao Tansheng chuckled: "You haven't passed the anesthetic yet."

"If it hurts, it means you didn't sew it properly." Sister Dong raised her eyelids and said, "If you didn't sew it properly, I won't pay."

Although it was a joke, Miao Tansheng still sighed helplessly: "Sister Dong, you are not very reasonable in this way."

Sister Dong looked at him with a smile: "Dr. Miao, if I am reasonable, can I send my husband to the hospital?"

Miao Tansheng stared blankly at his old client and said for a long time: "What you said makes sense."

"right."

"Yes." Miao Tansheng looked at Sister Dong's palm, inexplicably well-behaved. After all, for a handful of melon seeds (doubtful), he could send his husband to the hospital with his injured hand, and then beat up a middle-aged and elderly doctor in his 40s.

It's not the same as playing.

However, Ling Jiechou's mind was spinning, and he came over with a smile and said: "My husband is injured, can he be sent to our clinic? Ordinary skin injuries can be sewn away for you."

"Broken bone." Sister Dong said, and then added: "He has medical insurance and said that he must go to the hospital to report. Besides, he is a rough guy. What does it matter if he has a few stitches on his face? Does he also use cosmetic needles?

So expensive?"

"That's right." Ling Jiezhou replied against his will, silently reciting "harmony brings wealth", then went to pay the bill, and his mood became happier.

Miao Tansheng was also in a happy mood.

Regardless of a man's career ambitions and vanity, the sutures of beauty needles alone are quite profitable. The prices of sutures commonly used by Miao Tansheng range from a few hundred yuan to a thousand yuan, and he can get about 20% of the proceeds.

, including other miscellaneous income, it is more profitable than working in the hospital.

Now that he could study with Ling Ran, Miao Tansheng was even more happy. He gathered around Ling Ran, shouting "Master" and "Master" non-stop.

After sending the reluctant Sister Dong away, Miao Tansheng even said with emotion: "Don't mention it, it would be great if the Department of Surgery could have a few more regular customers."

"What's so good about it?" Ling Jiezhu, who had never been a doctor, couldn't help but be curious.

Miao Tansheng pondered and said: "Old customers have a sense of familiarity. For example, the skin on Sister Dong's hands, before I pierced it, I knew it was soft and hard, and the thickness also had a base. After a little trial, the sewing was smooth. That's

It’s really convenient…”

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