Chapter 509 Old Customer

The cloud in the morning has gradually warmed up.

In the consultation room, Sister Dong's heart became hotter and hotter.

She looked at Ling Ran who was instructing Miao Tansheng on the intradermal suture, and murmured to herself, "At the time when Guan Yu scraped his bones to heal his wounds, he didn't feel any pain. Could it be because of Hua Tuo's good looks?" (Note 1)

"I'm the one doing the stitching for you now." Miao Tansheng chuckled.

Hearing his words, Miss Dong naturally looked at Miao Tansheng, then frowned fiercely: "Can you please stop saying such inappropriate words."

Miao Tansheng's blister eye was twisted, and the needle was almost pushed into her along the palm of his hand.

Sister Dong turned her attention to Ling Ran again: "If I knew there was Hua Tuo in your clinic, I would beat my husband every day and break his bones, so I should come here."

"Have you ever considered how to get hurt without beating your husband?" Ling Jie porridge couldn't listen anymore.

Sister Dong suddenly said, "What you said makes sense, but you can't hit your son, he is about to take the high school entrance examination. The dog at home... our family has a black back, I'm afraid I won't be able to beat him..."

Miao Tansheng didn't even want to sew up after listening to it, which was too unfulfilling.

Dare to work so hard to make a beauty needle, you are so tired that you will die, and you have to punch something to get hurt when you go home?

Miao Tansheng looked at Ling Jie Porridge, like a clinic doctor looking at the director's expression, and said, "Director Ling, if you are not injured, why can't you come to the clinic? Our place is not a dragon's pond or a tiger's den."

"Why don't you come to the clinic without being injured?" Ling Jieju's eyes shone with shrewdness, and he murmured, half to the patient, half to Miao Tansheng, and said, "You need to sew it well, the beauty needle will come out soon." The effect of beauty needles."

"Understood." What could Miao Tansheng say, and then turned his head, and was ordered by Ling Ran, and even forgot Ling Jie porridge.

As a doctor, as long as you want to move forward in this industry, lifelong learning is inevitable.

Moreover, with the lessons of their predecessors, doctors all know the truth that skills are not overwhelming.

Miao Tansheng left the hospital, the most regretful thing is that he lost the opportunity to improve his technical skills. It has been a few years since he came out, and the skills he relies on for a living are still learned in the hospital, and in the clinic, although there are few doctors who can skillfully use beauty needles,

But still...

Miao Tansheng instinctively wanted to learn something.

Ling Ran's professor was more meticulous and serious than Miao Tansheng expected.

Ling Ran has always been so meticulous and serious. Just like when he was in school back then, there were always some male teachers and male classmates who would give him extra exercise books and test papers, such as the three-year college entrance examination and the five-year real papers, or Huanggang secret papers and other gifts. As for Ling Ran, as long as he has time, he will finish those exercise books and test papers carefully and meticulously.

Even if some topics have been done before, Ling Ran often adopts new ideas to complete them.

When it came time for the college entrance examination, Ling Ran didn't encounter a problem that he couldn't solve, precisely because he was serious and meticulous about presents.

Facing the patients, Ling Ran's attitude did not change either.

Even if he had done the technique ten times and a hundred times, Ling Ran could still do it with gusto. Even though he had stitched up various wounds, even if he stitched up the same wound every time, Ling Ran could still be as serious and meticulous as if he was stitching up the first time.

This is even more so when teaching Miao Tansheng.

"Okay." Miao Tansheng said.

Ling Ran checked it and said, "No problem. It's fine."

"Thank you, Master." After taking longer than usual to sew up, Miao Tansheng's heart was full of agitation.

In terms of stitching level, he is now stronger than before, and it is precisely because of his strength that he can see Ling Ran's super strength—a stronger and stronger super strength than he thought before.

"Master, you need to come to the clinic more often in the future." Miao Tansheng was so excited that he couldn't help himself, and the more he shouted, the more fluent he was.

With Ling Ran being so strong, he felt that his future was hopeless, and it seemed to be bright again.

Ling Ran nodded, looked at Miao Tansheng, and said, "The clinic is my home."

"Yes, yes, you have to go home often." Miao Tansheng smiled like a pug wolf, and his two blister eyes seemed to drown the birthday fish inside.

Sister Dong, who had just been bandaged, just looked at Ling Ran, and then looked back at Miao Tansheng. She was so uncomfortable that she said, "Doctor Miao, you will lose your sense of beauty when you talk like that."

After Sister Dong finished speaking, she ignored Miao Tansheng, and she didn't intend to go home, so she looked at Ling Ran with a smile, and said, "Looking at Dr. Ling, it doesn't hurt after the anesthetic is over."

Miao Tansheng chuckled, "You haven't taken the anesthetic yet."

"If it hurts, it means you didn't sew it well." Sister Dong raised her eyelids and said, "If you don't sew it well, I won't pay for it."

Although it was teasing, Miao Tansheng still sighed helplessly: "Sister Dong, it's not very reasonable for you to behave like this."

Sister Dong looked at him with a smile: "Doctor Miao, if I am reasonable, can I send my husband to the hospital?"

Miao Tansheng stared blankly at his old client, and said for a long time, "What you said makes sense."

"right."

"Yes." Miao Tansheng looked at Sister Dong's palm, inexplicably cute. After all, for a handful of melon seeds (doubtful), someone can beat her husband to the hospital with her injured hand, and then beat up a middle-aged and elderly doctor in her 40s, which is not the same as playing.

On the contrary, Ling Jie congee changed his mind, walked over with a smile, and said: "My husband is injured, can you also send it to our clinic? Ordinary skin trauma, I'll just sew it off for you."

"Broken bones." Sister Dong said, and then said: "He has medical insurance and said that he has to go to the hospital to report. Besides, he is a rough guy, so it doesn't matter if he has a few stitches on his face. Could it be that he also uses beauty needles?" So expensive?"

"That's right." Ling Jie porridge replied against his will, and silently said "Harmony makes money" in his heart, and then he went to pay the bill, and his mood became happier.

Miao Tansheng was also in a happy mood.

Regardless of a man's career ambitions and vanity, just talking about the suture of beauty needles is still quite profitable. The price of sutures that Miao Tansheng usually uses ranges from a few hundred yuan to a thousand yuan, and he can get about 20% of it, and when he counts other miscellaneous income, he makes more money than in the hospital.

Now that he could still study with Ling Ran, Miao Tansheng was even happier. Surrounded by Ling Ran, he kept yelling "Master", "Master".

After sending away the reluctant Miss Dong, Miao Tansheng said with emotion: "Don't tell me, it would be great if the surgery could have a few more regular clients."

"What's so good about it?" Ling Jieju was curious as he had never been a doctor before.

Miao Tansheng pondered and said: "The old customer has a sense of familiarity. It's like the skin on Miss Dong's hand. I knew it was soft and hard before I pierced it. There is also a base value for the thickness. After a little trial, it will be sewed smoothly. That's it. Really convenient..."

Lingjie porridge: ... (⊙_⊙;) ...

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Note 1: This sentence is excerpted from the chapter of the "Starting Reading" APP, which was published by the reader "Shuangtian Xiaowenjiao" at 00:02 on January 30, 2019.