Wow.

Wow.

As soon as it got dark, the sound of sweeping the floor came from the yard.

Ling Ran rolled over and got up, thinking: Dad slept on the sofa last night? He got up so early.

He washed up on the second floor and changed his clothes before going downstairs. He saw that the road had been swept clean, and even the ditches on the roadside had been washed with water. Not far away, a slender figure was standing at the intersection.

Clean hard...

Slender?

Ling Ran painstakingly recalled Comrade Ling Jiezhu's figure that was becoming more like a washing machine, and was filled with doubts. Could it be that one of the nearby neighbors had a mental problem?

"Hello, Dr. Ling."

Huang Maoshi, who was cleaning, heard the sound of the door lock opening and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If Ling Ran didn't come out, his waist would be broken.

Faced with Ling Ran's suspicion, Huang Maoshi smiled and said, "I bought some fried dough sticks, soy milk, and tofu curd. I don't know if you like it. I also have some side dishes. It's in the basket by the door. I'll get it."

Huang Maoshi picked up the broom, trotted over, and picked up a bamboo flower basket from the bluestone next to the Xiagou Clinic door. Breakfast was neatly stacked inside. Judging from the outer packaging, he should have bought it at the end of the alley.

Enough to feed five or six people.

Ling Ran was stunned for a moment, and looked at Huang Maoshi with some surprise. Although he often received gifts, such affordable and large gifts were relatively rare. Generally speaking, if girls gave food, it would be from big brands or imported ones.

Either they are special or homemade, and they are filled with fried dough sticks from their own alley... Boys... Boys are really not good at giving gifts.

"I am representing the company and thank you for your support to us." Huang Maoshi recalled the content of the sales course and said cautiously: "Today I am here to help you and do something."

"Hello." Ling Ran looked at the other party suspiciously.

He remembered that Huang Maoshi, the medical representative of Chauncey Pharmaceutical Company, seemed to have a strange mind and could only giggle.

Huang Maoshi kept smiling and said: "Dr. Ling has prescribed a lot of consumables from our company recently. Although they are all prescribed under Director Huo's name, we should separate them for you. I have nothing to do today.

I’d like to express my special thanks to you…”

Huang Maoshi has gradually adapted to the work of a medical representative, and has especially learned the skills of smiling deeply in front of female customers and smiling superficially in front of male customers.

Although he no longer has the glory of walking on the catwalk, Comrade Huang Maoshi, who no longer wants to live in youth and wants to have more personal dignity, feels that the job of a medical representative is very suitable for him.

Huang Maoshi looked at Ling Ran who had a confused look on his face, and said with a smile: "Your yard is really well kept."

"Oh, please come in, you can sit in the middle." Ling Ran finally understood and politely led him to the stone table in the middle of the courtyard.

Master Huang Mao put the broom up by the door, carried the flower basket inside, exchanged a few words, and then put the food on the table. By the time Ling Jie and Tao Ping came downstairs, Master Huang Mao was completely familiar with the Ling family's kitchen.

I got milk and fried eggs.

Looking at Master Huang Mao who was busy in the kitchen, Tao Ping couldn't help but hesitate. She looked at the food on the table and said unnaturally: "Xiao Ran, those who came to our house to help cook before were usually pretty girls.

.Actually, girls like the girl who came to trim the fish last time are still okay, although they are a little too conceited..."

Ling Jiezhu immediately heard Tao Ping's confusion and couldn't help but laugh: "Honey, what are you thinking about? This is the medical representative. He came to the house to give gifts or something because Ling Ran is a doctor.

You thought wrong."

"Am I wrong?"

"Yeah, just like the medical representatives who often come to our clinic, they just bring infusion bags and other things, but they also help us with this and that..."

"You have the wrong attitude."

"Ah?" Ling Jiezhu was stunned for a few seconds and suddenly felt a little panicked.

Ling Ran finished the fried dough sticks in his hand, clapped his hands and said, "I'm going to the hospital."

"Doctor Ling, Doctor Ling." Huang Maoshi, who had just brought the soup out of the kitchen, quickly stopped Ling Ran and said, "You want to go to the hospital to continue the operation, right?"

"Of course." Ling Ran nodded.

"I just forgot to mention it. Director Huo asked me to tell you before that because the ward is full, it is best to postpone today's operation for one day. When tomorrow's patients are discharged and the hospital beds are vacated, we can continue to perform the Tang method." Master Huang Mao said on the apron.

Wiping your hands, it looks like housework.

"There are no hospital beds..." Ling Ran thought at this moment that none of the patients he had performed 13 cases of Tango in one breath seemed to have been discharged. In other words, half of the patients in the observation room of the emergency department were his patients.

.

Considering that there are five other treatment groups in the emergency department, the ward may have started to fill up with extra beds.

"Dean Zhou has agreed to build another operating room. It is a ready-made room. All we need to do is put a hospital bed and other things in it and connect it to oxygen and the like." Huang Maoshi laughed and said: "We started building it this morning. It will take a few days at most.

God will do it."

Needless to say, this business was also handed over to Changxi Provincial Pharmaceutical Company.

Ling Ran didn't care about this, but he couldn't go to the hospital for surgery anymore, so he felt bored instantly.

Perhaps Ling Jiezhou noticed it, perhaps to avoid being corrected by his wife, or perhaps just out of stinginess, he repeatedly said to Ling Ran: "There is no need to go to the hospital, just help at home. Our family is here to see the doctor now."

There are many people, and there are patients sent by Jinlu who need sutures. I will make a phone call later and ask Dr. Miao not to come."

"Who is Doctor Miao?" Ling Ran asked.

"It's a part-time doctor we hired. He specializes in sutures and can also perform cosmetic injections." Ling Jiezu proudly raised two fingers and said, "As long as this number is required."

"Two thousand a month?" Ling Ran thought to himself. It's actually cheaper than Doctor Xiong?

Ling Jie Zhou grunted a little depressed and said: "Two hundred a day. How can it be so cheap as two thousand."

At this time, Huang Maoshi came out with the cooked seaweed and egg drop soup, and said with a smile: "Our company now hires a driver, and we have to bargain for 300 yuan a day."

"That can't be compared." Ling Jie poured his thanks and asked Huang Maoshi to sit down, and then said: "There are many jobs that drivers can find, and how many places can doctors work part-time? Isn't it? So, this is called market economy.

, the market determines the price.”

Naturally, Huang Maoshi would not refute, and nodded with a smile.

"Anyway, today's wages are saved. Ling Ran, you can do the stitches." Ling Jiezu rubbed his hands, very happy.

"A surgery now costs more than 500 yuan." Ling Ran calmly scooped a bowl of soup for himself.

Ling Jiezhu immediately looked at Huang Maoshi, who nodded slightly.

Ling Jie Zhou was only surprised for two seconds, then burst into laughter, and then said with some regret: "Oh, when can our clinic do this surgery? Dad will give you eight...six hundred
Chapter completed!