Chapter 1288 Are You Sick?

Felix kept a distance of two meters from Ling Ran, and then followed him to the parking lot, feeling a little agitated and excited.

He took small steps, about 18 spider plant leaves in each step, swung his arms with great force, and twisted his body, similar to taking a walk while stretching the muscles and bones stiff from the long-term surgery.

At this time, Felix is ​​the image of a pure American old man, which is almost the same as that of a Chinese old man.

In the empty parking lot, the air is icy cold.

Felix took a few breaths, feeling extremely comfortable.

He hadn't felt this feeling for a while.

Looking back, when he first became the attending doctor, his mind was purely chasing technology.

At that time, he earned a lot of money, but not to the extent of exaggeration, so he could calmly look at all kinds of material comforts in life. At that time, he had a stable family relationship and his child was still in the cute stage, so he was able to devote himself to work wholeheartedly. At that time, his energy and physical strength were at the peak of his life, and he had a nearly perfect imagination for the pursuit of technology, so he was able to suppress his emotions and immerse himself in clinical medicine...

It was also a beautiful and simple day.

Felix misses it with pride and hopes to reproduce it.

After walking for a while, Felix became even more excited, and raised his voice: "Doctor Ling, you may not know that when I was in medical school, I used to walk to the parking lot every day. The school's parking lot It’s very similar to your hospital, and it’s also an open ground parking lot. At that time, my most free time every day was on the way to the parking lot. What about you, Dr. Ling? Where do you think is the most free and comfortable?”

Ling Ran gave Felix a strange look, and said, "Of course it's the operating room."

Felix was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "However, when you just started doing surgery and you were still a resident, it's impossible for you to feel that the operating room is free."

Ling Ran thought about it for a while, nodded firmly, and said, "The operating room is the most free."

"Would you be happy without being the chief surgeon?" Felix didn't quite believe it. He now also understands the working model in some Chinese hospitals, and knows that the status of assistants in Chinese operating rooms is inferior to that of American operating rooms. Not to mention the resident doctor as an assistant.

In fact, while watching the video footage, Felix even saw an associate professor acting as an assistant,

He was actually kicked in the calf by the professor. This is basically invisible in the medical system of the United States.

Ling Ran still only thought about it for a few seconds, and then said: "I will be happy not to be the chief surgeon."

"Happy to be scolded?"

Ling Ran frowned: "Why did you get scolded?"

Felix froze for a few seconds, stared at Ling Ran's face for a few seconds, and said, "Did you get scolded when you were a resident?"

"Won't."

"Why?" Felix asked back: "Even if you...even if the chief surgeon has a good temper, there will always be times when he breaks down and wants to scold others, won't he scold you?"

Swearing at people when the chief surgeon is angry, both Chinese and foreign are unified. In fact, Chinese surgeons also learned their skills from the West, and the inheritance of Xiehe Hospital came from the United States.

It's nothing more than how much English you use, how much polite words and swear words you use when swearing.

However, Ling Ran's experience was indeed different. He recalled a little and said, "I started as a resident doctor, and I was the chief surgeon most of the time."

Felix was even more surprised: "Why?"

Ling Ran felt that this American's question was really strange, and he was polite for the last time, and replied, "Because the surgery I performed performed well, that's probably the reason."

Ling Ran didn't intend to make a deep analysis, so he walked two quick steps, and then pressed the key in his pocket, and the shiny Jetta King in front barked.

Felix was still doing complicated thinking questions in the back, and Ling Ran had already stepped forward to open the car door, got into the driver's cab, and checked the surroundings carefully before putting on his seat belt in satisfaction.

Speaking of which, his Jetta was not so bright originally, but after being cleaned and prepared in the car wash arranged by Yunli Pharmaceutical Company, the paint color has become more beautiful, and Ling Ran has been quite fond of driving it recently.

The engine started softly, humming.

Ling Ran was not in a hurry. To him, the operating room was certainly a very comfortable place, but the environment inside the car was actually quite clean. There are no complicated affairs, no assistants who come and go, and no girls who come and go with various ideas. No matter from which angle you look at it, Ling Ran feels at ease.

Snapped.

Felix got into the car and closed the door, then looked at the plastic parts everywhere in the car, then looked at Ling Ran, and asked, "Is this your car?"

"Yes." Ling Ran nodded.

Felix couldn't help but looked at Ling Ran with pity, and said in English, "Aren't Chinese doctors really making money?"

Ling Ran didn't answer him.

When Felix asked, he didn't expect Ling Ran to answer, but couldn't help but smiled, and then pretended to be comforting, and said, "It's okay, when I first started working as a doctor, I also drove a broken Japanese car , When I was young, driving an old car was also a very good experience.”

Ling Ran was very happy to see Felix entertaining himself, so he ignored it and continued driving.

A smile appeared on the corners of Felix's lips. Ling Ran, who was driving a broken Jetta, made him feel even more flesh and blood.

Only then did Felix find time to send a message to Karen.

After a while, Ling Ran drove into the back door of Xiagou Clinic.

The renovated Xiagou Clinic looks quite modern, and it looks quite unique in the old Xiagou alley.

Felix nodded tastefully, got out of the car and said, "It's a nice building. Is this your private clinic here?"

He saw the sign of the hospital.

Ling Ran nodded and said, "This is my family's clinic."

Felix was taken aback: "Your clinic?"

Ling Ran nodded, and then saw a huge figure rushing out from the courtyard.

"Little Lingzi, you are back!" The little nurse Juanzi watched Ling Ran grow up, and now her face was full of relief: "Many neighbors who came to look for you, if you don't come back, the clinic will be demolished gone."

Ling Ran nodded and said, "I'll go and have a look."

After speaking, he consciously sat behind the consultation desk.

Several neighbors saw it and ran over immediately.

"Ling Ran, you haven't been home for a few days, so don't be too tired." Aunt Liu, the neighbor, told Ling Ran distressedly, and then said: "Auntie, I have something to ask you. I have a relative. I've been uncomfortable..."

Ling Ran listened slowly, letting Aunt Liu chatter. The Ling family's clinic has been doing similar neighborhood businesses for three generations. It's just that he has received more trust after his level has risen.

For this kind of neighborhood clinic, the focus is not on how many problems to solve or how many people to help, but to listen quietly to Aunt Liu's nagging, and Aunt Li and Aunt Wang next to her are also relieved.

Ling Jiecong and Tao Ping also came down from upstairs when they inquired. Tao Ping lovingly plucked two handfuls of her son's hair, then brought the dry soaking table with a smile and sat next to the inquiry table, soaking it up for the people around her. Drink tea, and listen to Ling Ran while drinking.

Ling Jie porridge turned and went into the kitchen, and started cooking porridge and vegetables in a blink of an eye.

Juanzi ran over again, stood in front of the unclaimed Felix, and asked, "Did you come to see a doctor?"

Felix looked at two Juanzi who were as big as himself, gestured seriously with sign language, and said in English: "I don't speak Chinese."

"Get an interpreter." With a wave of Juanzi's hand, a good boy in the neighborhood was elected.

The 16-year-old boy is just at the age when he is in his prime and has a strong desire to court. No matter what, he must not lose face in the neighborhood. He looked at Felix, who was eager to communicate, and said solemnly: "What do you want to ask?"

"Just ask..." Juanzi thought about it: "Ask this foreigner, is he sick?"

The young man nodded, coughed twice, raised his chin again, and asked Felix, "what's-your-problem?"

The corners of Felix's eyes twitched twice, then he looked at Juanzi's huge stature and ferocious expression, and thought: This is the impoverished black area in China.

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