Chapter 243 The Beauty Needle that Fell From the World

Lu Wenbin bandaged the little girl, watched her leave with her parents, and the stone in her heart fell to the ground.

"It's too dangerous. I'm afraid that her mother will scratch your face. Where can I find a doctor who has sutured you up?" Lu Wenbin was a little disapproving of Ling Ran's work in the treatment room.

It is too first-line, and the level is too low. It is neither valued by the hospital nor by the patients.

For the same treatment, patients with replanted severed fingers will not be so fussy like patients with broken skin. Moreover, the surgeon does not need to worry too much about payment. During normal hours, Ling Ran will work in the operating room. Let Lu Wenbin Explain the precautions outside, do the pre-operative notice and sign.

Lu Wenbin hoped that when he was promoted one day, he could also be such a pure doctor, instead of facing the complex and superficial psychology of the girl's mother directly as he did just now.

Ling Ran tidied up the tray in front of him, and said, "It's more interesting to do reduced-stretch stitches, and it's more interesting to do severed-finger stitches."

"I'd rather learn life-saving technology and good-looking technology first..." Lu Wenbin, who had just become a regular for a year, shook his head. He didn't agree with Ling Ran's words, but he didn't want to refute them openly.

For junior resident doctor Lu Wenbin, what he yearns for is life-saving medical technology. Of course, tension-reducing suture can reduce scars. Compared with continuous suture, overlock suture is more popular with beauty lovers. Then what? ?

Lu Wenbin didn't feel that this was the technology he was after. Considering the time and energy required to learn a new technology, Lu Wenbin would rather spend time taking care of his own old Tang.

Laotang is a little more interesting.

For a good old soup, what is cooked is fresher and more fragrant, and it is a delicious fragrance that cannot be replaced by other methods.

Lu Wenbin was very happy to see other people smiling contentedly because they ate the lo mei he made.

Thinking of those expectant gazes, Lu Wenbin's body almost became lighter.

Doctor Zhou knew young doctors like Lu Wenbin too well, so he sneered, "Do you think you can learn whatever technique you want?"

Lu Wenbin was stunned, and laughed: "Anyway, I'm learning finger replantation, tang method, and Achilles tendon repair from Dr. Ling. I can't finish learning any of them."

When he said this, Dr. Zhou pursed his lips and was speechless.

Learn technology in the hospital,

It's a very personal thing, simply put, it depends on luck.

With a good mentor, it is possible to learn good skills, otherwise it will be miserable. It is very likely to learn and learn, and nothing is left behind in the end. The worst thing is that you can't even be lazy.

Thinking of this, Doctor Zhou smiled.

The skill tree is really beyond the control of ordinary doctors. In the end, it is likely to be jointly decided by the hospital, mentors, patients, and even the times. However, it is not easy for any skill to reach a high point. .

"It's time to get off work, I'll go back first." Doctor Zhou got up and shook his clothes, like a young man in troubled times.

The two nurses turned away in disgust.

"Let's go back too." Ling Ran also shook his clothes, and unfolded the crumpled white coat. His whole body seemed to be shining with holy light, so handsome that it was hard to open his eyes.

"Huh? You came back so early today?" Doctor Zhou suddenly felt as if his psychological advantage had been lost.

"The family made bad meat today." Ling Ran replied with a smile.

Lu Wenbin nodded understandingly: "Then I'll go back and make some pig's trotters, I guess it will take four pots of braised pork tonight."

The three of them talked and left the disposal room.

Dr. Zhou walked side by side with Ling Ran, feeling as if everyone around him was looking at him. The pressure at that moment was even greater than the first time he performed the surgery.

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Lower Ditch Clinic.

Ling Jie Congee worked all afternoon before he cut the whole pork belly that was cooked yesterday into large slices, spread fermented bean curd on it, arranged it neatly, and placed it in a large steamer.

The aroma soon wafted out.

"Seafood porridge doesn't have flower crabs, so I feel a bit unlucky." Ling Jie porridge sat in front of the tea table, looking at the neighbors passing by below, with a smile on his face.

Tao Ping poured a cup of tea elegantly, and said lightly, "Don't you want to eat meat too?"

"I can buy a bowl if I want to eat, but it's not as delicious as homemade." Ling Jie porridge patted his stomach, and said: "I remember when I was young, my family only dared to make bad meat during the Chinese New Year. Otherwise, meat If the smell is gone, there will be more people coming, and the money I earn in a day is not enough to share the meat with everyone."

"Would you still divide the meat?"

"Some people will bring things, such as meatballs, hairtail fish, and some don't pay attention to it. They bring two baked potatoes, saying that they are for you, and ask you to send the bowl back after eating, so what should I do? You can’t send an empty bowl when you send a bowl back, you can only spread a little bit of bad meat, it’s not good to spread too little, and you have to put potatoes under it, and people will say that the potatoes have not been oiled, so don’t pay attention.”

Tao Ping laughed when she heard this, and said, "When I was young, I often sent eggs to other people's houses, and I exchanged them for chicken or something..."

"You were so cute when you were young, and everyone was happy when you went there empty-handed."

"Don't make trouble, eggs were very expensive when I was young." Tao Ping pushed Ling Jie porridge away.

Thinking that he might have slapped the horse's leg again, Ling Jiezhou immediately said: "Today's business income has increased again."

"Another increase?"

"A lot of people came to chat, and they bought something before they left." Ling Jieyu said quite proudly: "The health care product cabinet I built is still okay."

"Come, have a sip of tea." Tao Ping got up and poured another cup of tea.

Ling Jie drank the porridge cheerfully.

As the business of the clinic improved, the social functions of the clinic gradually recovered.

In a place like Yunhua, the shops in the alleys are never just shops.

Neighbors always like to gather in the most popular shops, chatting and killing time.

Thirty years ago, the Xiagou Clinic was the most popular shop in Xiagou. Everyone came to buy a cold medicine, and they could sit for an afternoon. Before leaving, they could buy some herbal medicine and go back to stew chicken. They could also use their medical insurance to pay for it. .

Twenty years ago, the busiest shop was the interface shop, which sold beer and soft drinks. In summer, the neighbors sat there all day long.

Nowadays, restaurants and shops other than mahjong parlors can hardly accommodate dozens or even hundreds of neighbors chatting.

The large courtyard of Xiagou Clinic has become the reason why everyone likes it.

Especially for the elderly neighbors, they lie down and chat while infusion, and sleep when they are sleepy, which is comfortable and natural.

Of course, the most important thing is that the Xiagou Clinic can now not only attract the old neighbors and patients in Xiagou, but also attract people from the surrounding areas such as Shanggou.

"Director Ling..." Dr. Miao shouted from downstairs, interrupting the world of the two upstairs.

"Doctor Miao, what's the matter?" Although Ling Jieju was reluctant, he hurried downstairs.

"The high-end customer just sent by Jinlu Company, I sewed it up, and happily paid the money and left." Dr. Miao said with a smile.

Lu Jinling's Golden Deer Company is developing rapidly. The old vans have long been abandoned and replaced by old and new ambulances. Recently, the Golden Deer Company has even gathered newly purchased ambulances for Running the "high-end line" in the city, the customers received are not only the old patients developed in the hospital, but also the regular customers of various beauty salons, nightclubs, KTV and other places.

High-end customers can take a spacious and comfortable new ambulance without paying extra. They just need to directly dial the number of Jinlu Company, or place an order on WeChat or Alipay. Recently, there are promotions, which have attracted a large number of customers.

The number of Dr. Miao's clients has increased steadily recently, especially those who request cosmetic needles, and there are two or three cases every day.

According to the agreement between Ling Jieju and Miao Tansheng, after the cost of the clinic is removed, Dr. Miao will be given 40% of the consultation fee. There will be more clients for cosmetic injections, and the income will be very reasonable.

Hearing that he made money again, Ling Jieyu couldn't help but smile: "It's good to be happy, high-end customers, not only to cure their diseases, but also to make them come and go happily."

"Yes, but recently the service requirements have increased, and I also have a headache." Miao Tansheng rubbed his temples, looking very embarrassed, and said, "Look, there are more patients in the clinic now, and Juanzi is alone. I can't be too busy at all, and I don't even have a helper under my command, Director Ling, will you also add an assistant and a nurse to me?"

"Adding two people will cost more, and it will be difficult for you to earn so much."

"I was just about to talk about the cost." Miao Tansheng smiled and said, "I think it's too difficult to calculate the cost. The consumables are not something I can save if I want to. Why don't you just point it out and calculate it based on your income?" alright."

Ling Jiecong clearly saw the light in Miao Tansheng's eyes.

"Let me think about it, think about it." Ling Jieju couldn't directly veto it. It was too difficult to recruit a capable doctor. The skill of beauty acupuncture was not something that could be acquired.

You can't just drop technology from the sky and let it fall on your own heads.

Ling Jie porridge pondered, feeling a little headache.