Chapter 245 Afraid of Pain

"Going to eat something?" After Dr. Zhou had his iu, he felt refreshed, and the tiredness of the past few days seemed to have been swept away.

Ling Ran was really refreshed, he drank the energy potion.

Ling Ran rubbed his belly and asked, "Can Shao's restaurant deliver some takeaway?"

"No, every time I eat something from Shao's restaurant, I feel like I have to prepare for work." Dr. Zhou shook his head and said, "Let's make some porridge by ourselves, and then let Lu Wenbin make a pig's trotter, add some ribs, and cut it into pieces." Order elbows and stewed pork, some noodles, and some vegetables, it’s probably quite delicious.”

Ling Ran agreed, took out his mobile phone, and asked, "Would you like plain porridge or what?"

Dr. Zhou watched him open Meituan, stopped him quickly, and said, "Don't tell me, just some porridge, and some takeaways, let's cook some by ourselves."

"You cook porridge?" Ling Ran looked at Doctor Zhou suspiciously. In Ling Ran's impression, Dr. Zhou was not such a person who asked to do things on his own initiative.

Dr. Zhou showed a smart Yixiu smile, and said: "Well, your group has a WeChat group. You can ask them if anyone wants to eat the meal we just mentioned, and sign up if you want to eat."

In terms of laziness, Ling Ran decided to give Dr. Zhou a certain amount of trust.

So Ling Ran was in Ling's treatment group, roughly repeating what Dr. Zhou said.

In less than half a minute, Zuo Cidian's voice appeared in the WeChat group: "Dr. Ling, Dr. Lu and Dr. Yu are doing debridement for a patient, and all three of us have signed up. Let me cook the porridge, Dr. Lu." They have a big rice cooker, what kind of porridge do you want?"

"Ask him if he knows how to cook raw porridge." Dr. Zhou licked his lips, and said: "A married man in his 40s, he should have cooked for his wife for a few years, I don't know how the technology is... ..."

Ling Ran typed in the words "Sheng Porridge" in the WeChat group, and then said to Dr. Zhou: "As far as I know, Dr. Zuo doesn't like others talking about his marital status."

Dr. Zhou looked at Ling Ran's expression as serious as "I'm doing debridement", so he nodded and said, "Okay, if Dr. Zuo can make raw porridge, I'll keep my mouth shut about his marital status, see Look at the group, ask him what kind of raw porridge he is going to make, I think fish slices... some people may not be used to pork liver, beef is also fine..."

So Ling Ran opened the WeChat group in front of Dr. Zhou, and saw Zuo Cidian's answer just posted in the group, the large text was very eye-catching: "Then how about raw boiled porridge, raw beef porridge? I'm married For so many years, raw beef porridge is the most cooked. I think if I cook it better, my wife will be reluctant to run away."

Doctor Zhou looked at Ling Ran and laughed: "It seems that not only you misjudged Lao Zuo's views on marriage, but Lao Zuo himself also misjudged."

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The small canteen in the emergency center has always been used casually by medical staff.

Sometimes, doctors from other departments who are tired of the cafeteria will also come to the emergency department to eat. Of course, most of them are small inpatients and attendings who often come to the emergency room for consultation. The older ones usually have food at home, and the higher-ranking ones usually have food outside.

Zuo Cidian hummed a song while cooking raw beef porridge.

The beef is tenderloin delivered from a takeaway. The quality is surprisingly good. The seasoning and oil are from the kitchen and can be used immediately.

Because of this, Zuo Cidian even recalled the happiness of his youth. At that time, he was a happy single young man, cooking raw porridge alone in the kitchen of the town clinic. At that time, the meat used for raw porridge was The patient's family gave it, the rice was given by the patient's family, and the seasoning was also given by the patient's family...

"Don't tell me, it's still comfortable when we were young." Zuo Cidian sniffed the porridge, smiled at the little doctor who couldn't remember the name clearly, and said: "We were poor back then, but the welfare was good. , In the first five years of my career as a doctor, I never spent my own money on food."

The ordinary-looking doctor looked at Zuo Cidian with scrutiny: "I've heard that at that time everyone ate from the big pot, right?"

Zuo Cidian stared at the other party for several seconds, and asked: "How old do you think I am?"

The ordinary-looking little resident doctor looked at Zuo Cidian timidly,

Probing: "58?"

"You..." Zuo Cidian was out of breath: "Where did you see that I was 58?"

"Crow's feet... bags under the eyes... nasolabial folds... forehead lines, neck lines, lip lines, eyebrow lines, tear grooves, mouth lines, puppet lines, lower eyebrow lines..." The ordinary-looking little resident doctor spoke more and more quickly, His tone gradually became more cheerful.

Zuo Cidian's expression slowly became serious: "Today's raw porridge only counts one of us in the treatment group, not you. Let me say something in advance so that you don't think too much."

As he spoke, Zuo Cidian put shredded ginger into the pot, turned it on to medium heat, and put the marinated beef into the porridge.

The white porridge was constantly churning under the thrust of the boiling fire.

The beef tenderloin quickly turned dark red, and began to churn along with the porridge.

That appearance is like Coca-Cola gushing out of the fountain, hairy belly floating out of the hot pot, and Zidane jumping out of the national football team - dazzling and irresistible!

"I..." The ordinary-looking little resident regretted it instantly, and wanted to say a few ordinary words to ease the awkward atmosphere.

At this time, a medical representative walked in with his head poking around and asked, "Is this Dr. Zuo from Ling's treatment group?"

"It's me." Zuo Cidian also poked his head out.

"I'm here to deliver something." The medical representative smiled: "I'm from Yunli Pharmaceutical Company."

Zuo Cidian showed a dazed expression, and winked at the little resident doctor: "This is how we felt back then."

Turning his head, Zuo Cidian asked the medical representative: "What do you have?"

"There are some organic vegetables, our director asked someone to grow them in the suburbs." The medical representative paused, and then said: "There are also various drinks, some cold meals..."

The resident doctor curled his lips: "It's not serious to eat raw porridge with cold meals... I'll go! King crab?"

"Crab legs are served cold." The medical representative said, "Yunli treats you."

It is a tradition for pharmaceutical companies to invite young doctors to have a good meal.

Most of the time, the director and the head nurse concentrate most of the power of the department, what medicines, consumables, and equipment are used. If there is anyone who has a slight power of haul besides the department director, it is the head nurse.

The leaders of the treatment group have relatively limited benefits to share.

As for the little doctors, besides the fixed share—if there is any, the biggest advantage is that they can get all kinds of hospitality from the pharmaceutical company.

However, this level of hospitality for king crabs is rare for doctors in the emergency department.

The little resident doctor sat down without hesitation, and said, "It's just right, I don't want to eat raw porridge today either."

Two hours later, the medical staff of the emergency department, whose mouths were full of crab aroma, once again blended into the roaring emergency room.

Even Ling Ran had a good impression of Yunli Company, and commented: "The crab is very fresh."

"Fresh is fresh... It's just that he ate too much." Doctor Zhou patted his stomach: "Eat a little more, and I can go to the general foreign to report, um... Do you want to sleep for a while?"

"Need not."

"I'm a little sleepy. Well, let's do a little emergency treatment first?" Dr. Zhou said with a smile. Of course, even if he is not sleepy or tired and has not eaten crab legs, what he wants to do is a small emergency treatment.

Ling Ran patted his stomach, but followed Dr. Zhou into the treatment room without much objection.

The construction site accidents sent a large number of serious illnesses to the emergency department, but the emergency patients who were sent daily did not know it, and they still arrived at Yunyi in a steady stream.

Especially for patients who arrive on their own, the waiting time at this time has greatly increased.

"Let's form a team." Without waiting for Ling Ran's consent, Doctor Zhou signaled the nurse to bring someone over.

Ling Ranxu had no choice but to wait, he needed an assistant anyway, and if Dr. Zhou was willing to be an assistant, it would be very useful.

After a while, the patient's family pushed a wheelchair and came to Ling Ran and Dr. Zhou.

"Doctor, look at my wife's hand." The family member said nervously, looking at his wife in the wheelchair carelessly.

"Broken." Dr. Zhou took a glance from the air and asked, "Broken hand? How did it break?"

The wife in the wheelchair turned her head to look at her husband, and said, "You tell me."

The husband lowered his head in embarrassment: "When I was sleeping at night, I pressed my wife's arm."

Doctor Zhou didn't hear clearly: "Huh?"

"A crisp sound." The husband described it, then pushed the wheelchair forward, and whispered: "Doctor, please fix it, do you want to use a cast?"

Dr. Zhou was in a daze when he heard that, then looked at the patient's arm, and said, "I guess it's necessary, are you allergic to plaster?"

The wife endured the pain and shook her head.

The husband said softly: "She is not allergic to plaster, but I am afraid that the plaster will hurt too much."