Chapter 475: Mahjong

Unless they are old customers, the farmhouse in Hutouxia is a model of queuing up to eat fruits and vegetables - the drivers of the farmhouse drive their own battery cars and line up in the parking lot to pick up people.

It was Dr. Zhou's turn to have a large yard that was not small, but could not see the mountain stream.

A tree is planted in the middle of the yard, surrounded by four automatic mahjong machines, and in the back of the house, there are boxes where you can eat and play mahjong.

"We want a private room and a mahjong machine." Dr. Zhou made the request skillfully. Then, he touched the edge of the mahjong machine, picked a good feng shui direction, sat down, and simulated a mahjong game by himself. Bundle.

Ling Ran was thrown by him at the entrance of the courtyard, so he had no choice but to turn the wheelchair with his hands and walk around in the courtyard.

Not to mention, when sitting in a wheelchair, the movement is actually more labor-saving, sitting is more comfortable than standing, and when the wheels are running, it is much faster than walking.

If it is a short-term wheelchair ride, it is really a good experience.

Ling Ran couldn't help but imagine that if all the people in the treatment group were in wheelchairs, their daily work efficiency might be improved.

"Ling Ran, do you want to play mahjong?" Doctor Zhou politely asked this question, and then he was stunned by the question.

Ling Ran hesitated for a few seconds, then looked at the desolation around him, nodded, and said, "Count me in."

"Hey, you can play mahjong?" Dr. Zhou was surprised.

"I played it in school."

Doctor Zhou suddenly became interested: "Did you play well?"

Ling Ran recalled, "Compared to other games, it's better."

"How much better is better?"

"5% to 10% more winning rate." Ling Ran replied with statistics.

Dr. Zhou couldn't help but think of Ling Ran's daily consultation in the department. The familiar yet unfamiliar tone almost dragged him into the overtime environment.

Dr. Zhou couldn't help but tremble all over, goosebumps all over his body.

He looked at Ling Ran again with a solemn expression, and asked, "We are going to play mahjong until night, is it okay?"

"No problem." Before Ling Ran made a decision, he would have made various considerations, so he would not overthrow it easily.

"Eating, drinking, going to the toilet, these things are all nosy things when it comes to the mahjong field. You have to race against time to do it, and you can't squeeze the time of playing mahjong. Is it okay?"

"no problem."

"You did play mahjong, right?"

"Beat."

"Okay." Doctor Zhou took out his mobile phone and called again.

Not long after, Zhao Yue and Zheng Pei came together in a battery car.

"Why did I hear you say that Ling Ran wants to play mahjong?" Zhao Le walked in with his hands shaken, looking like he was having fun.

Dr. Zhou smirked and said, "Idle is idle, let's gather four people and start."

Zhao Lele looked in the direction indicated by Doctor Zhou, and saw Ling Ran exerting his arms, moving in front of the wheelchair, behind the wheelchair, braking the wheelchair, and drifting the wheelchair, experiencing an alternative life.

Zhao Lele stared at it for a few seconds, and said, "Don't hit your head when you fell down, forget it, we'll give him a little money for the flying knife. My wife recently fell in love with a bag and clamored to buy it. ,

Really to die. "

Zheng Pei, who came in behind, agreed even more, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a smile on his face: "I'm waiting to pay the rent."

"Pay the rent by playing mahjong? Are you planning to go to the hospital?" Doctor Zhou said with a laugh, and greeted the boss: "Give me a pot of tea, let's play mahjong first."

The boss agreed and asked, "What's for dinner? Our specialty is roast chicken, and you can also have hot pot and barbecue..."

"Then roast chicken." Dr. Zhou said: "We have a lot of people, you can get a chicken first, and then prepare some barbecue. When people come, we will order."

"Okay, no problem." The boss happily went down to prepare.

Ling Ran came over rubbing the wheelchair by himself, and said, "Make another pig's trotter."

"That's it." The boss glanced at Ling Ran's high injured leg, but lowered his voice a bit, and said, "Do you want wild boar's feet? It's best to complement the shape."

"No." Ling Ran refused without even thinking about it, and said, "Choose the fattest pig's feet, either roasted or marinated."

At this moment, Ling Ran missed Lu Wenbin a little bit.

When he was in Wuxin City, Lu Wenbin made pig's feet in different ways, and they all tasted good, but he didn't know that the level of farmhouse music in Hutou Gorge could reach Lu Wenbin's level...

"Let's go mahjong." Dr. Zhou didn't want to waste time now, so he greeted a few people and went to the table.

Ling Ran went to the chair next to the mahjong table, and sat in the wheelchair with one leg crossed - he just twisted his foot, it didn't need to be so complicated, but with the splint on it, he couldn't help it.

However, as long as it comes, it will be safe. Ling Ran's expectations for team building were originally very low, and he twisted his feet, and he felt that he was safe.

He carefully checked the teacup, soaked it repeatedly with boiling water, then soaked the tea leaves, then wiped the table with the remaining water, and cleaned the two sets of mahjong.

Doctor Zhou, Zhao Lexi and Zheng Pei were dumbfounded.

Finally, Ling Ran smeared the mahjong and tabletops with the alcohol gel he carried with him, and when he put on his gloves, there were already two other mahjong tables starting in the yard of the farmhouse.

"Let's start." Ling Ran turned on the mahjong machine seriously.

The long-lost shuffling sound came from the belly of the automatic mahjong machine.

A few later Yunyi practitioners moved over consciously or unconsciously.

"Does Doctor Ling know how to play mahjong?"

"Wow, you play too much. If you pay 5 yuan, it will cost hundreds of yuan in one game."

"You are defrauding Dr. Ling of his money."

The little nurse who came in again, looked at the money on the table of several people, and immediately became anxious.

Zhao Le laughed loudly: "Just because of your Dr. Ling's delay, we have to charge some interest..."

"That is to say, the rich first lead the rich later," Zheng Pei said with a smile, and the mahjong tiles were laid out neatly in front of him, and his expression became serious: "There are no fathers and sons on the mahjong table, Ling Ran, don't Blame me for taking your money."

"Okay." Ling Ran also cheered up.

I sprained my ankle, just in time to enjoy the team building life.

Ling Ran thought so.

After 30 minutes, Ling Ran's expression remained the same, but the expressions of the others at the poker table changed again and again.

"how so?"

"Ling Ran, you are hiding something deep."

"You are counting cards."

The other three looked at the dwindling money in the small drawer of the card table, their eyes full of confusion.

Ling Ran looked at the poker table, trying not to think about things other than the table.

The poker table is square and square, with certain rules, which can be regarded as an environment Ling Ran can accept. Of course, it can't be compared with the operating room, but if you ignore the current environment and just play mahjong, it can be regarded as an acceptable entertainment for Ling Ran.

"Forget it, I won't fight, let's change." Zhao Le stood up shaking his hands, and asked around: "Who will fight?"

A group of people around shook their heads in unison.

Looking at Ling Ran, the men didn't want to lose money, and the women didn't want Ling Ran to see themselves playing mahjong...

Zhao Le had to sit back again.

"Hey, it would be great if there was an emergency room." Zhao Le was full of fantasies.