Chapter 389 Fireworks

Shao's restaurant, where Boss Shao is not around, always lacks a bit of smoke and fire, and has a bit more routine.

Ling Ran casually ordered some tripe and barbecue meat to fill his belly, and it was lunch.

Boss Shao's tripe with secret sauce, at noon today, can only score 88 points.

For the huge Shao's restaurant, it can be regarded as a polite rather than a fair evaluation.

The vice president looked at Tian Qi who was eating happily, and felt curious and uneasy.

While Tian Qi was frantically going to get the orange juice soda, the vice president quietly pulled Zuo Cidian's arm, and whispered: "Is the Rolls-Royce really hers?"

"Probably." Zuo Cidian followed Ling Ran for a while, and his words became more and more serious: "I haven't seen her driving license either."

"I mean... let's treat someone to a barbecue? Is it enough for Rolls-Royce?"

Zuo Cidian glanced at it and asked back, "What would you like to eat so that you can be picked up by a Rolls-Royce?"

The deputy dean hesitated for a moment: "Well... we should at least clarify our attitude, not to mention ordering everything in the store, this is too vulgar, at least... hey, I don't know how to say it."

"My previous thinking was a bit similar to yours." Zuo Cidian suddenly seemed to agree with the vice president.

The vice president looked up in surprise.

"Later, I also took Didi every day. After a period of time, I didn't have such thoughts as you." Zuo Cidian lowered his head to eat the tripe, and sipped the tired tea, and said leisurely: "You also often Call Didi, have you ever called a Rolls-Royce?"

The vice president looked at Zuo Cidian, and said puzzledly: "I read in the news that I rarely take a taxi. I usually send a car from the courtyard to pick me up when I go to and from get off work. Today is indeed a special situation. Excuse me……"

In the second half, Zuo Cidian didn't listen at all.

Hearing that there was a hospital car picking him up and going to and from get off work, Zuo Cidian suddenly realized that although the thin-haired middle-aged man in front of him looked respectful on the surface, he was actually a leader!

If you do the math, if the vice president of Yunhua Third Hospital is transferred to the township health center, it will be easy for him to be the president.

In other words, the middle-aged man with thinning hair in front of him was Zuo Cidian's previous lifelong goal.

Ideals in life, rewards for hard work, and medals for hard work.

It's really...

Zuo Cidian's eyelids drooped, and just when he was about to say a few words, Zuo Cidian looked over the vice president's head and saw Ling Ran.

Ling Ran was still in that very leisurely state, taking a bite of tripe, eating two bites and then wiping his mouth with a paper towel. Although the tissue comes from the tissue box of Hermès, it is still...

Fortunately, nothing in life comes true!

afternoon.

Ling Ran performed a few more operations, and used up all the operating rooms of the Third Hospital.

The Hospital for Infectious Diseases will prepare multiple operating rooms because the utilization rate of their operating rooms is very low. Of course, the Third Hospital did not expect Ling Ran to perform operations so fast and with such a high frequency.

On the other hand, it also means that the cost of infection surgery is high-in many local hospitals, if two infected patients are received a day, the operating room will have a red light warning.

After making an appointment for tomorrow's surgery, the vice president personally arranged a vehicle to take Ling Ran home.

Now that the infection operation has already started, Ling Ran is going to finish the operation in the third hospital, just to make room for the newly built ward, so that the workers can install it and the medical staff can do the tidying up.

Lower Ditch Clinic.

In the lively courtyard hidden in the quiet, the neighbors in the neighborhood were happily receiving injections, taking medicine, and chatting.

"Dongsheng isn't here today?" Ling Ran resolutely found out that the massage sign was locked up, and asked the little novice first when he entered the door.

Ling Jiecong was busy drawing bills and collecting money, and Le's eyebrows were shaking: "Dongsheng has saved up a box of medicine money, so he will take it back to the mountain. His master is now a medicine jar."

Ling Ran nodded "Oh".

"The core problem now is that Dr. Xiong is going to raise the price again." Ling Jie porridge sent the patient away, stood up, and said angrily: "I see that our business is getting better, so I will change the way to ask for it." Money, at one point he said how much the average price in the industry was, he held back, and at another point he said that the current workload has increased, the working hours have been extended, and overtime is inhumane, I am like a boss who talks about human nature... Bah, do I look like an inhumane boss?"

Ling Ran looked at his father quietly, and asked, "How much does he want to add?"

"It's not a question of how much money to add, it's a question of principle!" Ling Jiezhou said indignantly, "Seeing that the business is good, the salary will be raised. When the business is not good, can the salary be reduced? The employee's salary is equal to The price of oil is the same, it can only go up but not down.”

Ling Ran let out a calm "Oh".

"It's not that you can't raise your salary. There must be a procedure. For example, a salary increase once a year... every three years. I can understand that he can get benefits." Ling Jie porridge said, slapping his thigh: " That's a good idea, I'll have a good chat with Dr. Xiong later."

"Why wait?"

"We have to wait until we get off work. Look at how busy the consulting room is now." Ling Jie congee shook his head.

Ling Ran had no intention of participating. After his father finished speaking, he went to the reclining chair under the eaves, stretched himself out comfortably, turned on his phone, and clicked on the game.

Ten minutes or so.

Game over.

Ling Ran raised his eyebrows, and started another round without getting discouraged.

Game after game.

About forty or fifty minutes later, Ling Ran put down his phone dully, and Doctor Xiong's voice of fierce protest came from his ears: "The Yang family's sliced ​​noodles in the alley have raised 50 cents, and I get 20 cents a month, shouldn't I? "

"The price of Yang's sliced ​​noodles was raised because the video of Lao Yang chopping noodles with his wounded hands became popular, and the increase came only when there were more customers."

"Lao Yang's hand was bandaged by me."

"My son sewed it."

"You can't make me unable to eat shaved noodles!"

"Your retirement salary of five or six thousand a month must be reluctant to eat shaved noodles, and I can't help it."

"The retirement salary is in the hands of my wife. If she wants me to eat sliced ​​noodles, why should I come out? Never mind, is 20 yuan still considered money?"

Ling Jie congee was anxious: "Not counting the money, give me the money, you still need 20 yuan more, 5 yuan is the most."

Dr. Xiong was helpless: "Boss Ling, the minimum bargaining unit is now 10 yuan."

"Okay, just ten yuan!"

Listening to their arguing voices, Ling Ran slowly went upstairs, and at some point, he fell into a drowsy sleep.

the next day.

It's two o'clock in the morning.

In Xiagou alley, everything is silent.

The stray cats and stray dogs have long since disappeared without a trace.

Even the early shop did not turn on the lights.

Ling Ran woke up, got up, washed up, and drove his Jetta to the backyard. When he arrived at the entrance of the alley, he saw the owner of the vegetable stall yawning and was about to start his small truck.

Seeing Ling Ran, the peddler greeted Ling Ran energetically, and watched Ling Ran's little Jetta drive away with a smile on his face. The stall owner took a photo with a happy face and sent it to Moments, accompanied by Text: "Although I earn more than doctors, I wake up later than doctors."