Chapter 834: Covered in Iron

"What am I begging you for?" Ling Jie porridge habitually said to Dr. Xiong, "Today I made a good dish, please have a taste."

"If you treat me to good food, why don't you give me a salary increase." Dr. Xiong snorted twice, and said, "Do you know how much the business volume has increased recently? It's just me and Juanzi, we are too busy."

"There are still old Miao." Ling Jiezhou felt a little guilty when he heard the salary increase.

The old bear snorted twice and said, "Lao Miao takes care of his stall, and now he keeps calling Juanzi to help. I'm going to tell you that too. Juanzi is busy enough in a day, so it's not a problem to run around. A person covered in iron can't drive a few nails. Of course, Juanzi can drive more nails, but she can't do any more work."

"It's true, it's true." Ling Jiezhou felt even more guilty.

Old Xiong took the opportunity to say, "Old Ling, your clinic has been doing well recently. Should you hire another nurse?"

"Please again? That's not good, that's not good." Ling Jiecong shook his head again and again. His Xiagou clinic survived by controlling costs. Like an old bear, old and old, but it is the cheapest price in the market.

Now it is said to hire one more person, how much will it cost.

"If it doesn't work, you have to tell Lao Miao that Juanzi can no longer run around."

"Hey...this...Old Xiong, you sit down first, take the upper seat, okay." Ling Jie porridge gave the old bear to the upper seat, and then turned to see his smiling son. Old Xiong, look at this, ask those medical representatives to help, okay?"

Old Xiong couldn't help squinting at Ling Jieyu, clicked his tongue twice, and said, "I didn't expect that you, Lao Ling, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, are also the material of a department director."

Ling Jie congee showed a simple and honest smile: "We are also a medical family."

Old Xiong: "They have a medical family, all of them are fathers and sons."

Ling Jie congee couldn't laugh immediately.

Tao Ping smiled and said, "I'm really busy recently, why don't I hire another nurse."

"A nurse has a lot of salary." Ling Jie porridge muttered a few words, then sighed: "Okay, I'll find another nurse."

"As soon as possible." The old bear said and reminded: "When the time comes, I can't stand it anymore. The patients who come all the way to see a doctor are not happy, and you can't make up for it."

"How far can it be? The farthest is Shanggou." Ling Jie congee knows his own family affairs. No matter how well a community outpatient clinic is done, how many people can it attract? It is the result of the efforts of all parties.

However, it was precisely because of the hard work of all parties that Ling Jiezhou let go.

"Hey, I have to spend another 2,000 yuan a month." Ling Jie congee said so, looking at the food on the table, he felt tasteless.

Old Xiong sighed: "With the current market situation, 2000 can't recruit people."

"I know, I know." Ling Jie porridge muttered a few words, but said nothing else.

Ling Ran sat on the seat near the door, eating happily to himself.

The sense of relief at home was incomparable in the hospital, and Ling Ran even felt excited to do a few rounds of sutures.

After a round of full sleep, Ling Ran went back to the hospital early the next morning, and only had seven operations before resting.

By the end of the day, the day shift in the emergency department wasn't even over.

For the next two days, it was still a similar rhythm.

Except for the lucky ones who have the chief surgeon, most of the doctors can get off work at four or five o'clock in the afternoon. For a while, the doctors in Ling's treatment group felt a sense of relief.

Except for the doctor Ren Qi who is studying.

Another day, at 3:30 in the morning, when he walked out of the dark underground parking lot, Ren Qi's tears flowed down his face.

Don't say that men don't flick their tears easily, can getting up at 3 o'clock in the morning every day be called relaxation?

Ren Qi only felt that his body was about to fly gently into the sky.

After working in the county hospital for almost 10 years, Ren Qi felt that he had worked hard enough, but compared with the doctors of Yunyi, it was not the same. Qi felt a sense of despair.

Ding.

The elevator rang, and Ren Qi quickly wiped his eyes to wipe away the wet tears.

When he entered the operating area again, Ren Qi was already a hard-working trainee doctor again.

"Doctor Lu has come?" In the changing room, Ren Qi saw a figure with a bare back and recognized it as Lu Wenbin.

Ren Qi has not seen many surgeons who can still be trained, but Lu Wenbin is a very special one—he is rich.

Lu Wenbin turned his head slightly, saw that it was Ren Qi, and nodded, "Here we are."

"Doctor Lu comes early in the morning, what time did you come?"

"It's past two o'clock." Lu Wenbin said calmly.

"Two o'clock...then how many hours have you slept?"

"I went to sleep when I went back. If I started sleeping at 8 o'clock, I would have slept for 6 hours by 2 o'clock in the morning." After Lu Wenbin finished speaking, he added naturally: "Anyway, I will be alone when I go back, and it's okay if I don't sleep. Dry."

Ren Qi understood, and shook his head helplessly: "You go out to work in the early morning, and go to bed when you go back, and you can't find anyone who can sleep."

Lu Wenbin's biceps twitched twice.

Ren Qi could clearly see that Lu Wenbin's elbows had become thicker.

Ren Qi didn't dare to provoke him any more, and hurriedly said, "Well, Dr. Lu, how long will our current surgery rhythm last?"

"I don't know for sure, maybe it will take ten days and a half a month, maybe it will be a few more days." Lu Wenbin put on the washing clothes slowly, with a flat stomach, and began to think about his own thoughts.

Ren Qi sighed: "It's because I didn't go well. It would be nice if I waited another ten days and a half months. Isn't it?"

"You also like surgery?" Lu Wenbin looked at Ren Qi suspiciously.

Ren Qi smiled: "Is there a limit to how much I like it? I can't like it if I have surgery from morning till night."

Lu Wenbin understood a little bit, and the corner of his mouth could not help but twitch: "When you have another ten days and a half a month, you should miss the present."

"kindness?"

"Because in the last few days, the amount of surgery has been the least in the last two months." Lu Wenbin threw out the answer, and watched Ren Qi's expression change from surprise to despair.

Then... Ren Qi suddenly walked a few steps quickly, looked at the surgery schedule hanging by the door, and, with his finger, swipe along the way.

Ren Qi's finger, at the position where it paused, had the words "single-port laparoscopy" impressively written on it.

"Never had a single-port laparoscopy?" Lu Wenbin saw Ren Qi's choice at a glance.

Ren Qi nodded shyly.

Compared with ordinary laparoscopy, which pokes three eyes on the stomach, single-port laparoscopy only needs to penetrate the navel, which has advantages in terms of difficulty and recovery time.

The only disadvantage is that the difficulty for surgeons has suddenly increased.

Staring at the words "single-port laparoscopy", Ren Qi felt a little uneasy. For him, this technology is too real. When he returns to the county hospital and buys a few pieces of equipment, he can develop a new technique. style.

Ren Qi glanced at Lu Wenbin again, and couldn't help but ask, "How does Dr. Lu maintain his energy?"

Lu Wenbin was taken aback by the question, and after thinking for a while, he said, "Probably because of the stimulus from the bank loan."