Great Doctor Ling Ran

Ling Ran stopped his little Jetta, and smelled the bad meat. He immediately closed the door and got out of the car and went straight to the kitchen.

There is a large 205-pound fat man with a thick waist. It is steaming suddenly and can smell the aroma of tofu and meat.

The difference between ground meat and button meat is the existence of tofu milk.

On the one hand, fermented bean curd can neutralize the greasiness of pork itself; on the other hand, fermented bean curd can bring rich and long-lasting aroma.

Aromatic substances are the source of all aromas, such as tea, coffee, red wine, ham, white wine, and bad meat.

Smelling the familiar and tempting taste, Ling Ran couldn't help but lick his tongue.

For the food at home, what impressed him most was bad meat. Compared to Ms. Tao Ping's exhausting culinary awards, her father Ling Jie's grated meat is of stable quality.

Each bowl weighs a pound of bad meat, cut into thick slices, the total number will always be 24 slices, and the remaining weight is attributed to fermented bean curd, which perfectly solves the problem of uneven weight.

The bad meat is made of pork belly, which is fat and thin, either full four layers of pork or five layers of pork, never mix and match.

The rotten meat is also very pure. The fermented bean curd was homemade by the street Cao family. The old shop has been in operation for sixty to seventy years. It is the same store as the Xiagou clinic. It is well-made and stable.

The time of steaming the meat and the amount of water in the pot also have a certain rule, which is a delicious taste that can be expected without doubt.

Although Shanghai's food is rich, but the taste is different, after spending a month outside, Ling Ran's stomach is really unbearable. Speaking of which, in the past 20 years, he hasn't left much time in Yunhua.

Even in college, Ling Ran was in Yunhua and would often go home.

Especially in the freshman year, when the young people who enrolled in the school were all proud of their independence, Ling Ran still returned home frequently, without any shame. Of course, the female classmates at that time praised him as an example of "filial piety." Also encouraged Ling Ran.

Ling Ran found a wet rag, grabbed the lid of the steamer, and glanced.

Red and fat, the chubby flesh, while trembling under the action of steam, held their chests firmly and raised their heads, still maintaining a certain hardness.

"Not yet." Ling Ran sighed.

"It's almost ripe." Ling Jie porridge walked out of the door and looked at Ling Ran and smiled: "I heard the car ring, and I guess you have to go to the kitchen first. What's the matter, your dad is not important?"

"Equally important." Ling Ran answered without looking back, this is all a routine.

Ling Jie pored and hummed twice, and then smiled, "I already have a pot, I'm drying it, how do you want to eat?"

"Ah ... something is done." Ling Ran's mood suddenly transpired, and he immediately said, "Rice, soup."

The steamed gruel, soy sauce and fermented bean curd are mixed at the bottom and used to make rice, which is an enhanced version of lard rice. It was about invincible and delicious in ancient times, and still is in modern times.

Ling Jie porridge grinned two times: "Guess you are, the rice is in the rice cooker, and you sip it yourself. Also, eat less, it's unhealthy."

Ling Ran said "En", only feeling unprecedented hunger, as if she had not eaten a full meal in the previous month.

Ling Jie porridge watched Ling Ran busy in the kitchen with a smile. When he took the first bite, he asked, "Son, I heard that you can do a big operation now, and I gave it back to Liu Weichen. surgery?"

"Yes." Ling Ran squinted, using a chopstick to pull up a piece of rice infiltrated with oil. The grains of rice were clear, and the whole body was oiled and shiny. The rice grains that have been boiled for a while are a little stiff, like the rice grains have grown muscle, and then soaked in emu oil, just like a brave Spartak warrior, they are clinging to a stainless steel spoon, It's like putting on armor.

Ling Ran swallowed it.

Rich in fat and semi-hard and semi-soft carbohydrates, full of sinful taste.

"Is it delicious?" Ling Jie porridge asked.

Ling Ran nodded.

"Do you still want to eat?" Ling Jie porridge asked again.

Ling Ran took a vigilant look at Ling Jie porridge, and then thought, "I can't do the surgery at Xiagou Clinic, and no star will come to the operation at Xiagou Clinic."

"I know, I know, when the stars come to our clinic, I don't dare to do it." Ling Jie porridge smiled twice, and said, "At least let me decorate it, and then there is that atmosphere, right, go on Next time ... Shan Yu, haven't you been here? "

The sentence behind Ling Jie's porridge was small, so that there were no ears across the wall.

Living in an old alley, neighbours can be very kind or annoying.

Ling Ran looked up at Dad: "She's only here to massage, I don't know."

"It's okay, she only needs to know you, but don't talk about her today." Ling Jieyu paused and said, "I want to do such a thing ... you say, you can do broken finger replant Now, the accuracy of that operation is very high, right? "

As a barefoot doctor, Ling Jie porridge himself was afraid of killing people, but he watched his father and grandfather open the clinic and grew up in the clinic, but he knew something about medicine itself.

Ling Ran nodded slightly: "Surgery under the microscope, the accuracy of vascular anastomosis is relatively high."

"Let's make it 4x or more."

"Every time I use an 8x lens," Ling Ran said.

"Technology is developing really fast. Before ... forget it, you should be able to sew a beauty needle." Ling Jie porridge came closer and caught a piece of red, fat and tender rotten meat. In the bowl of Ling Ran, smiled, "Would you like to come to our clinic and sew some cosmetic needles? If you want to use a microscope, I can find a way to borrow one for you ..."

"Okay." Ling Ran chopped the whole piece of rotten meat with one chopstick, chewed two bites, and then drew a bite of rice, only to feel that her pores were transparent.

Ling Jieyu's head still thought about the eight ways to persuade his son. From childhood to age, Ling Ran was not obedient and obedient. Ling Jieyu had already given up the idea of ​​asking him to do things according to his own ideas.

However, when Ling Ran agreed so happily, Ling Jieyu was still surprised: "You say yes?"

"Yep."

"why?"

"Because I do have cosmetic needles." Ling Ran ate up a bowl of rice after taking two or three sips. After thinking about it, instead of adding more rice, he wiped his mouth and asked, "How many patients do you have?"

Ling Jieju looked at his son in confusion, and then said, "A patient will be delivered to the customers of Golden Deer in a while. If they can get 15%, if you can do it, the rest will be ours. If you can do it again, I will send them to the patient again, and the evening is the peak season. "

"Yes." Ling Ran agreed and asked, "What about Dr. Miao?"

"There are ordinary patients to do it for him, and you don't do it every day, let him do it the rest of the time." Ling Jie porridge was very clear. His clinic has come and gone, and many people have talked about it. Forty-six or six-four, there are talks, but he has to settle his clinic first, otherwise, once the line of the Golden Deer is broken, It's troublesome to connect them again.

Ling Ran didn't think much about it, first went to the bath to change clothes, and then came downstairs, already in a white coat.

"Xiao Ran is back."

"Exactly, Dr. Ling, give me a massage."

"Xiao Ran, did the hospital meet the right one?"

Neighbors greeted each other with a natural attitude.

Ling Ran did shoulder-neck massage for the old woman who asked for massage, and rubbed her legs with the old man, and Jinlu's high-end customers were in place.

A girl with an injured eye, painted heavy makeup, wore a short skirt, and looked critically at the old building of the Xiagou Clinic, saying, "I have done eye synthesis, can you do it? If you can't, I will ... "

"Yes." Ling Ran interrupted her and asked, "Are there any allergies?"

"Ah ... no." The girl replied a little hesitantly.

"I'll do a check for you first." Ling Ran said to give her a physical examination of the head, first inspection, then palpation.

The girl was blushed by Ling Ran first, and then she was called "ah ... ah ..."

Dr. Miao Tansheng sat quietly in his chair. He could see the meaning of Ling Jie, but he didn't want to intervene.

He knew that Ling Ran was a medical student in Yunhua Hospital and heard a lot of touts about his son from Ling Jie Porridge. However, as a doctor, Miao Tansheng knew too much about the level of interns.

Let Ling Jie porridge touch the wall, understand the difficulty of beauty needles, and let's say that Miao Tansheng thinks so, and he sits in a chair safely.

Cosmetic needles are not high-end skills. Many people in the beauty hospitals or hospitals will do it. If they are trained separately, they need to train a doctor or even a doctor who can sew cosmetic needles, that is, one or two, two or three years. The time is nothing but the difference between good and bad sewing.

Aesthetic hospitals with the lowest requirements, there are also a lot of people who have been in the school for three months.

However, Miao Tan was confident that his technique was good in Yunhua City.

Worse than him, let alone, better than him, I'm afraid Ling Jie porridge is even more unpleasant.

Miao Tansheng smiled and watched Ling Ran removing makeup for the girl with heavy makeup, and after seeing his debridement, he pretended to choose stitches.

Miao Tansheng kept thinking: too amateur, too amateur, you have to talk about the price, let the other party pick sutures, too amateur ... I'll go!

I saw that Ling Ran had already done a reduction and suture in the afternoon, a set of 4 stitches, which took only a few seconds to complete.

Next, I saw him slowly start looking for sutures again, and then do intradermal suture ...

Miao Tansheng stood up unconsciously, approached Ling Ran, watched his operation closely, and closer, watched his operation ...

"Doctor Miao, is my son doing OK?" Ling Jieyu stood beside Miao Tansheng, and looked at him with a smile.

"Okay, it's okay ..." Miao Tansheng added Tim's lips and smiled uncomfortably: "Dr. Ling is really a family school."

"Dr. Miao has also worked hard recently. I will look at it this way ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ When my son comes back, let him do something. Dr. Miao, you can also leave work early and take a good rest. I will try to let Ling Ran return Home, what do you think? "

Miao Tansheng hesitated for a few seconds, then looked at Ling Ran's skin suture, and fell into meditation: this technique, this is not an ordinary technique ... if I can learn his operation ...

"If Dr. Ling is willing to do it, let Dr. Ling do it. I'm not in a hurry to go back in case it is useful." Dr. Miao said with a smile and said, "Don't worry about Director Ling, I was tired before, It's just shouting. I can stand the overtime intensity of the clinic. "

Dr. Miao said, standing beside Ling Ran while he was upright, he stole his teacher brightly.

Ling Ran doesn't matter. Some techniques are worth a penny, but the window paper is not broken, and it is difficult to understand by understanding. Not to mention, the reduction of hidden suture and intradermal suture are mature techniques that have been spread for many years. What Miao Tansheng saw now, if he bothered, he would be able to see it elsewhere.

As for the explanation, Ling Ran has no interest.

He saw so much in worship, one more for two, and Ling Ran didn't bother to care.