Four Hundred and Seventieth Chapters Fragrant Garden

"Doctor Zhao, eating, drinking, going to the toilet, these things are considered to be 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." Ling Ran seriously repeated the rules that Dr. Zhou said before.

The rules that everyone agrees on must be carefully maintained.

Zhao Le was tongue-tied and speechless, and sat back in his seat resentfully, playing cards dully, looking up from time to time, looking for a fool to replace...

Waiting, Zhao Le’s wallet, bleeding slowly, doesn’t pay much, but, considering that what goes out is a little bit of private house that was saved after all the hard work in addition to the fund for buying a package for his wife For money, Zhao Le could not help but start to struggle in his heart:

Are you pretending to have a heart attack and leaving? Or pretend to have stomach problems and leave? Pretending to have a stomach problem doesn't mean you can leave, Lao Zhou will see him for a stomach problem. However, it is easy to get an electric shock if you pretend to have a heart attack. If you get a 150J shot for no reason, your legs will go limp. If you encounter a hand wave, it will start at 200j, then you can't bear it...

With no distractions, Ling Ran won two more games in a row.

When he was living at home, the neighbors of the Xiagou Clinic often came to play mahjong. When Ling Ran was young, he would occasionally take the place of his father or some uncle, aunt, grandma and grandma who left temporarily, until the neighbors were unwilling. .

A poker table that abides by established rules can barely be regarded as an entertainment environment that Ling Ran can accept.

Just like playing a game, the rules of each game are at least the same.

Behind Ling Ran, more and more people gradually gathered.

Zhao Le became bored, and called out his names: "Aren't you all going to hike?"

"By the way."

"What about riding? Did you also ride here by the way?"

"yes."

Everyone came out of the operating room. The level of surgery is not necessarily high, and the ability to communicate cannot be weak.

Zhao Le had no choice but to stand up again, and when he was about to play a round, there was a sudden "pop" sound from the kitchen in front, like the sound of a crock pot breaking.

If this is an ordinary person, when they hear that the crock is broken, they must guess that something has fallen on the ground, or something has spilled out.

However, for doctors, such a voice often means danger:

Someone fell? Injury or internal injury? Stroke or Cardiac Arrest?

Will it burn me? Oil or water? Is the area large and the pollution heavy?

Could it be a fall from a height? Is there any bleeding?

Everyone in the yard looked at the noisy kitchen with vigilance.

Zhao Le immediately stood up and said loudly, "I'm going to see the boss."

The emergency doctor's well-trained legs kicked up, and Zhao Le ran into the kitchen in a flash.

Doctor Zhou and Zheng Pei at the mahjong table looked at each other, pushed away the chair decisively, shouted "It's important to save people, it's important to save people", and decisively left the mahjong table, as if it was something that hurt people.

Comrade Zheng Pei, the resident doctor, thoughtfully picked up the first-aid kit and followed closely behind Dr. Zhou.

That appearance, that distance, and that posture are all cultivated by disaster drills over the years.

Ling Ran's movements were obviously a beat slower. He tilted his injured foot and moved the wheelchair a little bit. Looking at the scene in front of him, it seemed as if he had encountered a critically ill patient in Yun Doctor.

The other tables scattered in the yard also looked in the direction of the kitchen with interest.

There are already two attending doctors, and one hospitalized has rushed over. Naturally, there is no need for them to continue filling in. Everyone is just guessing about the situation in idleness.

At this time, Zhao Le's voice came from the kitchen again: "Hold it down, control the bleeding first."

Zheng Pei's voice came next: "I brought a hemostatic medicine."

Zhao Le said loudly: "What's the use of hemostatic medicine for such a big wound? It must be stitched up. Is there any anesthetic?"

The boss's voice trembling with an accent: "Stop using narcotics..."

"Oh, you people, anesthesia has no side effects,

It can be metabolized quickly. Zhao Lexie spoke in a critical tone, and at the same time shouted: "Suppress it, don't move around, and sweat more without anesthesia." "

"Why don't we just sprinkle some painkillers..." Zheng Pei's voice was trembling, obviously unable to suppress it.

Zhao Le was dissatisfied and said: "If this is in your house, would you say that? Why don't you just sprinkle some painkillers? Why don't you save me!"

"I don't think it's serious." The boss's timid voice came through the kitchen wall, very weak.

"It's serious or not, it doesn't matter what you say, stay obediently. Doctor Zhou, cooperate, oops, don't stand lazily... Splint, Xiao Zheng, didn't you bring a splint?" Zhao Le's voice The biggest, with the appearance of controlling the audience.

Several nurses couldn't sit still when they heard this, and said one after another, "Let's go help too."

"Well, the farmhouse I'm looking for this time has no scenery at all, so it's better to bandage the wound."

"Don't despise other people's farmhouses. Think about it from another angle. Maybe the boss knows that his own farmhouse has fewer scenery, so he arranged a performing arts show."

"Is the performing arts show you're talking about the boss self-harming... It seems quite reasonable."

While they were talking, they walked into the kitchen and quickly let out exclamations.

"It's serious!"

"Doctor Zhao is right, such a serious injury must be stitched up."

"I'll help with the splint."

Hearing the voices in the kitchen, Ling Ran couldn't help rubbing the wheelchair, and also moved towards the kitchen.

There were too many people in the small courtyard. There was a table here, a chair there, and people came over from time to time. When Ling Ran moved over, the kitchen door was already open.

In the expectant eyes of everyone, Zheng Pei came out first, and then the boss.

The boss is wearing a gray jacket, like a township cadre, there are some fresh blood stains on the left waist, but in the eyes of the doctors, it is unavoidable to be strange - this is not how to put a splint on the waist .

"Come someone to help!" Zhao Le came out from behind, holding a snow-white goose in his hand, the goose was most entangled, and the goose's feet were wrapped in bandages and splinted, straight Stretch.

Ling Ran stared in astonishment at the big white goose weighing ten catties in front of him.

The big white goose on the opposite side also looked curiously at Ling Ran who stretched out one leg.

Its eyes looked at its own feet flexibly, and then at Ling Ran's feet.

"Wow, what a cute big white goose." Naturally, a girl shouted happily.

"Boss, why is your big white goose injured?"

"Yes, such a lovely goose, how pitiful it is to be injured."

Other girls also expressed their opinions one after another, which attracted the general approval of men.

The boss flicked his hands and said, "I dropped my hand when I was slaughtering, and even smashed a casserole of mine."

In the small farmyard, the cold scene lasted for three to five seconds.

Everyone finally knew the reason why the boss didn't give anesthesia.

There is really no reason to take anesthesia!

Zhao Le was a little embarrassed, and said twice, "It's such a big goose, what a pity to kill it."

"There are too many geese to eat." The boss looked back at Zhao Lele and said, "If I don't slaughter them, I won't be able to keep them."

"Oh, it's just a little feed money, what a pity just to save money."

"This is a farm goose ordered by other customers!" The owner of the farmhouse said helplessly, "If you think it's a pity, you can buy it."

Zhao Lele looked at the bandage he was bandaging the goose's left leg, and couldn't help saying: "When I was in the hospital, the money I paid for splinting a patient was enough to buy your goose."

The boss laughed twice, and said, "My goose costs 75 yuan a catty."

Zhao Lele shook the goose in his hand, touched his wallet, and laughed twice.

The big white goose leaned against Zhao Lele's arm, stretching out a goose paw that was clamped by a splint... a goose with a blank face (⊙o⊙)! .

Zhao Le was holding the big goose, it was too heavy, his hands slipped, the goose flew out with flapping wings, and broke free from his embrace.

The big goose flew to the ground and just stood in front of Ling Ran who was still empty in front of him. He raised a goose paw and looked at Ling Ran who also raised a leg.

Suddenly a little nurse nearby shouted: "It's so cute, let's buy it!"

"Crowdfunding to buy geese!"

"Yes, the big white goose is so white."

"Ahhh... let's raise geese together."

"Where is it raised?" The oldest nurse present was the nurse in charge, Nurse Liu, with a slight disapproval.

"It can be kept in the fountain behind the emergency center." Ling Ran stood up on one leg, touched his forehead with his hand, and said, "Let's call it... Xiangmanyuan."

Then, Ling Ran waved his hand, called the boss, and said, "The goose money will be counted from the mahjong money I won."

The big white goose Xiangmanyuan stood with one palm, hid beside Ling Ran, flapped its wings blankly, and rubbed against its big head.