Great Doctor Ling Ran

In the small clinic of the Ling family, Wang Zhuangyong felt a bit like a fish.

He was not very dizzy with blood, and he barely became a physician, and seemed to be able to do it. However, being a rehabilitation doctor obviously makes Wang Zhuangyong more comfortable, not to mention that he seems to be quite talented in healing.

Earlier in the hospital, Wang Zhuangyong followed the attending and senior residents to make rehabilitation, which can be said to be tiring and not taken seriously. Not only is it not valued in the department, but in the eyes of patients and relatives in the hospital, the young Wang Zongyong does not seem to have any good skills.

However, when a genuine rehabilitation doctor appeared in the Xiagou Clinic, Wang Zongyong was given super-standard treatment by a street visit neighbor.

"Oh my shoulder ..."

"My old cold legs ..."

"My corrugated cover ..."

The Xiagou Clinic was originally a place where street visits were gathered. Now I heard that there are genuine rehabilitation doctors. All of them are extremely active. They come to consult, to do rehabilitation, and to visit.

Lingjie Porridge simply hangs out the brand used by Dongsheng and increases the "25 yuan each time". The price is comparable to the shampoo room once opened in the alley. It is very approachable and meets the residents of Xiagou. Consumption level.

Wang Zhuangyong, watching Ling Jieyu busy and placing himself in a special small room, was a bit embarrassed, saying: "Uncle Ling, I do n’t need to be so formal, I will do it for the neighbours and talk about money Not right. "

"It's inappropriate to talk about money. What's the right thing to talk about? You're not a Xiagou person. Besides, Xiagou people have to do white work? Then there are a few people in this alley who can't survive. I'm going to the Yang family to eat now. Knife noodles, but also money, can not be given because Lao Yang's hands were sewn by my son. "Ling Jie porridge waved his hand and said," You can rest assured that everyone will be rehabilitated, Here are the 25 pieces I handed in, all for you. "

"Rehabilitation." Wang Zhuangyong whispered: "And not everyone is suitable for rehabilitation."

"If they want to do it, would you do it? Is there any harm in doing this?"

Wang Zhuangyong thought about it and shook his head slightly: "There must be no harm. We originally did it according to the different physical conditions of the patient."

"That's it. It's the same as adding glucose to our infusion. Without glucose, people think you have less medicine. Plus, can they talk more?" Ling Jie porridge smiled: "Dr. Wang, don't watch Our clinic is small. If you get 20 rehabilitation a day, that's 500 yuan. As a quick money, it's okay. "

Ling Jie porridge habitually enveloped the young doctor Wang Zhuangyong.

The most important thing for a clinic is a variety of doctor relationships, especially clinics that want to do more business, naturally they need more doctors.

Wang Zhuangyong shuddered, and then calculated the account, but hesitated a little: "It is impossible for 20 people to come to see me."

"I've known if you tried it. Our massage at Xiagou Clinic is actually quite famous." Ling Jie porridge was so colorful: "Ling Ran and Dong Sheng often advertised here with us. Everyone is here The money spent here is pretty grand. "

"So ... this ... then should I and the clinic be five or five?"

"No, I'll give it to you, as long as the neighborhoods are willing to come, I'm happy." Ling Jie porridge waved his hands, for Xiagou Clinic, it is really the most important to retain people.

As long as everyone is willing to come, he has countless channels to make money.

Conversely, if the patients all ran up the ditch or Yunyi, his Xiagou clinic would not be close.

Wang Zhuangyong sat doubtlessly on the small chair in the room, and looking through the small door opening, he could see the neon sign, with the clear "25 yuan" written on it.

"Twenty-five yuan, once, Dr. Wang's side, and will be at our Xiagou clinic in the future." Ling Jieyu casually arranged Wang Zhuangyong to be a doctor in the hall, anyway, he doesn't need to pay any basic salary, as long as Wang Zhuangyong is willing to come In a place like a clinic, the more doctors there are, the better.

After a while, an aunt came in.

"Hello, why is it uncomfortable?" Wang Zhuangyong was in the hospital, but he was not qualified to be an outpatient. At this time, when he saw the patient who was getting started, the whole person was in a state of excitement.

"Strange shoulders."

"I'll show it to you first," Wang Zhuangyong said as he stepped forward, pressed twice, and sighed, "It's hard enough, do you have any medicine?"

"No, this is my old injury. It doesn't matter what medicine I take." Aunt shook her head.

"How hurt?"

"Fried sunflower seeds."

"Oh." Wang Zhuangyong looked at her aunt's figure and expressed understanding.

"Lady, please press me hard." Aunt is also a regular massage at Xiagou Clinic. When Dongsheng is here, let Dongsheng press. If Ling Ran opens, she will come positively. Today though After changing people, my aunt is still willing to try it.

Wang Zhuangyong smiled, and then did a few manipulations of Ling Ranjiao's massage with his hands, but he didn't finish, he said, "Aunt, my side, mainly rehabilitation, is not the same as massage."

"More expensive?"

"That's not the case."

"Oh, how did that happen?"

Wang Zhuangyong thought for a few seconds, and slowly said, "I said briefly, the massage is that you are sitting still and the masseur is moving. My rehabilitation is to teach you posture and then screw yourself ..."

"I want to move it by myself?" Aunt frowned.

"Yes, let me tell you a move first, and you try to do it." Wang Zhuangyong said, and then swung his elbow.

Aunt was not happy to stand up: "Well, do it yourself, then you have to be cheaper ..."

"You look at it." Wang Zhuangyong was not very used to this kind of money transaction, but said a quotation from a doctor.

The aunt couldn't figure it out anymore, she just moved according to the way Wang Zhuangyong taught.

Wang Zhuangyong naturally stepped forward to protect it, and continued to speak out:

"Have more strength."

"I'll help you."

"Hold on, you'll have three more."

Wang Zhuangyong's voice continued to come from the hut.

Along with his voice, there was the irresistible cry of the aunt who roasted the goods.

The sound passed through the door wall, through the patio and the yard, straight into the hall, and surrounded by the ears of the old neighbourhood of each infusion.

"The movement is not small ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ a bit interesting."

"Sister Liu cried like this."

A quarter of an hour later, a sweaty roasted aunt stepped out of the hut where Wang Zhuangyong was listed.

The old man in the small supermarket who often buys groceries, looking at the little white cloud with a long distance, said to Ling Jie Porridge passing by: "Lao Ling, everyone's business is not good this year, but you have to keep your bottom line when you are a clinic You can't sell everything. "

Ling Jie porridge startled, "Where did you say that?"

The old man in the small supermarket looked at Ling Jie porridge deeply: "I heard that shampoo and shower gel are starting to be sold in your clinic?"

Ling Jie porridge laughed: "That's for allergies and pregnant women."

The old man laughed "Hehe": "You say yes, anyway, I don't care what you sell ..."