Chapter 266: A Good Sew

Ling Ran drove the newly repaired small Jetta, stuck in traffic all the way, and returned to Xiagou.

Down the ditch, the same congestion.

The alley, which can only accommodate two cars at most, is full of young urban white-collar workers who come to eat at this time.

The stores in Xiagouli changed again and again, and in the end, restaurants and restaurants survived the most.

In particular, fast food restaurants for office workers opened four in one go in the alleys of Xiagou, causing complaints from the old neighbors.

A lot of people is a very festive thing, but too many people is a bad thing, especially the stores replaced by fast food restaurants are often old stores that street visitors have seen for decades, even if everyone does not buy the old-fashioned I have eaten pastries, but I still feel relieved to see the pastry shop's brand.

Ling Ran drove past the diners slowly, then straightened the car, and when he returned to his yard, he saw a queue in the clinic.

Looking closely, the team actually led to the small room in the west wing.

At the door of the room, there is a small plastic sign: massage is 10 yuan for 5 minutes, and you can press it whenever you arrive.

Look at the grandpas and aunts who are sitting in line chatting with small horses. There are more than 20 people in total, which means that it takes 2 hours to consume them.

"Mom, I'm back." Ling Ran yelled, went up to the second floor first, and poured himself a cup of herbal tea to drink.

"I came back early today." Ling Jie congee came out from downstairs, and then climbed up the stairs with a smile, "Your mother went to the tea shop. I didn't expect you to come back. Let's order takeaway." gone."

Ling Ran let out an "oh" and asked, "Is Dongsheng doing massage?"

Ling Jie porridge nodded: "Yes. Dongsheng is honest. The written massage is 10 yuan for 5 minutes. He will give it to others until 10 minutes before it ends. It's because the people waiting behind are in a hurry and making noise reduced."

"10 yuan a time?"

"Well, I will draw 4 yuan and give him the remaining 6 yuan."

Ling Ran glanced at Ling Jiezhou: "Dongsheng is only 10 years old, you still want to share with him?"

"You don't understand, this is the rule. Dr. Miao has to score four or six points. If Dongsheng sets a precedent, it will be difficult to lead the team." Ling Jie porridge said again with a look of worrying about the management. : "Dongsheng is provided with food and housing. I am giving him benefits secretly. It is not easy for others to know. Moreover, no matter how many patients there are, I have to provide food and housing. I have a lot of benefits." The bottom line cost."

"I'll go and have a look." Ling Ran was a little curious.

Tuina is also easy to learn. When many schools for the blind and deaf teach massage for the blind, the total learning time is not long. Although the massage therapists in the hospital have studied for a long time, most of the time is not spent on the massage technique itself. There may be more basics such as human anatomy.

Compared with surgery, which has a more complete logical level, massage seems to have higher requirements for talent.

Fortunately, Dongsheng was raised by an old monk since he was a child, and he has learned acupoints and other things for a long time, so he will be able to do it after being taught by Ling Ran.

But Ling Ran didn't know much about his actual strength.

West Wing.

The little monk worked diligently on the necks, shoulders, waists and legs of the neighbors with massage and grasping techniques.

Others are small and weak, so they need to massage more accurately to achieve the effect.

As far as the endurance of the old neighbors around the Xiagou Clinic is concerned, Dongsheng's strength is more than enough.

Students taught by master-level massage techniques also have some advantages in terms of techniques.

Dongsheng's massage did not have the immediate effect of Ling Ran, and his treatment was also lackluster. However, he could still maintain a short-term relief effect.

Even Ling Ran's massage, in fact, has a lot of relieving elements, and it's nothing more than the length of the relieving time.

However, the neighbors do not have a professional technical level, and they do not have complete judgment in massage. What they can be sure of is that the massage time of the little monk is longer, the price is lower, and there are uniforms...

Ling Ran entered the west wing, watched Dongsheng's operation for a while, then nodded and came out.

Although Dongsheng's massage technique is immature, there are not many mistakes.

Moreover, he himself seemed to have memorized Ling Ran's warnings on dangerous positions and dangerous movements, and basically did not violate them.

In this way, the neighbors were willing to accept Dongsheng's massage, and Ling Ran was happy to relax.

He skillfully found his reclining chair, crossed his legs, opened the mobile game, and started playing happily.

After a long time, when the sound of an ambulance sounded, Ling Ran was called by Dr. Miao.

"Doctor Ling, two more patients are here, do you want to be one?" Miao Tansheng invited with a smile, and then said: "Whoever does it counts, and you can treat it as pocket money."

"Wait a minute, the decisive battle is about to begin." Ling Ran raised his phone with all his attention, and put it down after a few seconds.

Miao Tansheng looked at Ling Ran, not understanding what he meant.

Ling Ran pondered for a few seconds under Dr. Miao's thoughtful gaze, and said, "The decisive battle seems to be over, but it turned out to be in the bottom lane... What kind of patient is it?"

Dr. Miao doesn't know how to play games anyway, so he just smiled and said: "Blunt trauma, it was sent from the construction site, Jinlu Company has now opened up all major construction sites in the city, and is still doing publicity in the new community." , We often have construction workers on the construction site, decoration workers and the like come to see the doctor."

Dr. Miao said that he was very happy with the expansion of Jinlu Company's business. For surgeons who have been working in small clinics for a long time, it is a long time ago that they have a lot of customers. And more than half of these guests were sent by the manager company.

In the recent period, it can be said that Miao Tansheng has lived the most comfortable month since he left the hospital.

He has no sales tasks, and he doesn't have to rack his brains to charge more money. He just needs to complete the sewing work as usual, and the income is still very high.

The technology Ling Ran showed gave Miao Tansheng the hope of making progress.

Hope is also one of the necessities of life.

"Are you going to do debridement and suture?" Ling Ran asked Dr. Miao.

"Debride the wound, and then sew beauty needles." Dr. Miao replied.

With an "oh", Ling Ran climbed up from the comfortable recliner and said, "Go and have a look."

He threw the mobile phone aside to charge, and there was an atmosphere of disgust all around.

Ling Ran is the kind of person who can treat surgery as entertainment, just like some professional drivers can use driving as entertainment, and professional golfers can use basketball as entertainment.

Ling Ran grew up in the clinic, so he didn't think it was a problem to see patients after get off work.

When he came to the two patients who had just been delivered, Ling Ran first bent down to look at the wounds of the two as if he was in the emergency department.

They were all blunt force injuries, and they were all damaged. One was on the forehead and the other was on the cheek. It seemed that some drainage and disinfection was needed. Ling Ran was already familiar with this, so he stretched out his hand and said, " Gauze, povidone iodine."

Miao Tansheng was stunned for a moment, then took the things over in an instant, and became an assistant obediently.

He originally wanted to steal the teacher, and now he can watch it openly, it would be great.

"Doctor, I'm here for cosmetic injections." The worker selected by Ling Ran had a serious injury on his forehead. He looked about in his twenties, with dust and mud on his face, and dirty clothes, which made people think of coolies on construction sites.

Miao Tansheng said, "We are just doing beauty injections for you."

"Then I want you to sew." The worker with the forehead injury took his hand off the table.

The worker with the bruised cheek was about the same age as him, and had the same attitude, and said, "Don't look down on us just because we are moving bricks. Whoever's face is worthless, you can charge as much as you want, sew It’s okay to sew it.”

The worker with a forehead injury also said: "Your fees are so high, you can't fool people casually. I have made money this year, so I will go back to go on a blind date. When the time comes, I will have a green dragon on my head. How much do I have to pay?"

"That is to say, a wound on the face is equal to a disability, and those who cannot find a wife."

Miao Tansheng was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "You guys are pretty smart."

"There's nothing we can do. If it hurts somewhere else, see if we come to see a doctor."

"Then you miscalculated on one point. Dr. Ling's cosmetic needles are better than mine." Miao Tansheng had too many countermeasures for this kind of situation, and while smiling kindly, he helped Ling Ran brag. : "Dr. Ling is a top student of Yunhua University. He graduated from a better school than me. He is now working in Yunhua Hospital. In the emergency department, I don't know how many injuries you have treated in a day."

The two workers looked at each other, and said from the wounded forehead: "We don't want to go to the big hospital, we just want to sew better."

"I know that Dr. Ling is really good at sewing. Let me put it this way, our clinic is owned by Dr. Ling's father. Otherwise, you won't be able to find a professional doctor like Dr. Ling for ten times more money. The plastic surgery department knows that the unit that collects money is 10,000 yuan."

The two workers were dubious.

Miao Tansheng took the opportunity to let Ling Ran sew up.

Ling Ran didn't have that much thought. Seeing that the needle could be given, he said: "Hold it first, I will debride the wound for you."

Immediately afterwards, Ling Ran quickly started doing it.

It's too familiar, and the injury is too light, Ling Ran's cooking is quick and tasteless, like eating tea and rice, it's just filling the stomach.

Miao Tansheng stared at it carefully, wanting to memorize every stroke in his mind.

"Do you want to learn?" Ling Ran looked at Dr. Miao, who was performing the operation slowly - of course, only at his speed.

Miao Tansheng was a little embarrassed when he asked him, as if his apprentice had been caught stealing, he muttered: "I'm just looking..."

"When you were suturing, you were too focused on dealing with the edge of the skin, and the treatment of the subcutaneous tissue was not rigorous." Ling Ran paused for a while, and then said: "If you only suture the skin well without dealing with the tension under the skin, A week or two after the suture, it looks very beautiful, but the scars will also proliferate in the future. In addition, although you have treated the skin edge with care, you still need to pay attention to the angle of the needle."

Ling Ran is a student who graduated from the formal medical education system. He has acquired serious system skills. Since he was a child, he has never suffered because of his studies, and no one will stop him from teaching him.

In Ling Ran's memory, in kindergarten, he followed his mother to learn painting, and the painting teacher cried and asked to accept him as an apprentice; he followed his mother to learn piano, and the piano teacher cried and asked Accept him as an apprentice; he went to learn Sanda with his mother, and the Sanda teacher cried and shouted to accept him as an apprentice.

When it was elementary school time, Tao Ping didn't have to take Ling Ran out in person, just go out to see a calligraphy and painting exhibition, take a picture, and there will be calligraphy teachers, piano teachers, violin teachers, swimming teachers, etc. who want to take apprentices at home...

Therefore, Ling Ran has no concept of self-preservation.

To learn this kind of thing, after all, you have to rely on yourself rather than others. No matter how good a teacher is, he will not be able to give Dafa, except for the system.

Thinking that not everyone has a system, or even everyone has a teacher to come to their door, Ling Ran felt pity for Miao Tansheng, who is in his 40s, and added: "At your age, it may be more difficult to learn things. Slow, but with a longer period of time, it should still be able to improve."

The trembling workers under Ling Ran's crochet needles opened their eyes wide and dared not speak, and Miao Tansheng had no desire to speak at all.

What is "at your age"?

Why do you say I am a slow learner? I was stealing art, how difficult it is to steal art!

How long is "longer time"?

Miao Tansheng complained frantically in his heart, then watched Ling Ran's operation, silently lowered his pimple-eyed and rosacea-nosed face, and said sincerely, "Thank you Doctor Ling, I will definitely practice hard."

He purposely took the opportunity to call "Teacher Ling", thus confirming his status, and his remaining self-esteem desperately blocked his reason.

Miao Tansheng's remaining rationality was transferred to his work. He tilted his head to look at the worker whose cheek was injured, full of the urge to practice his hands, and said, "Sit across from me, and I'll take a look for you."

The worker whose cheek was injured also received nine years of compulsory education. He could hear the meaning of Miao Tansheng and Ling Ran's words. He shrunk his neck silently and said with a hint of shrewdness: "I want Dr. Ling to sew it up. In other words, I just want to sew it better and find a partner when I go back.”