Great Doctor Ling Ran

Unless it is an old customer, the farmhouse in Hutouxia is a model of lining up to eat fruit. The drivers of the farmhouse drive their own battery cars and queue up in the parking lot to pick up people.

Dr. Zhou Zhou's turn was a large courtyard with a large area, but he could not see the mountain courtyard.

A tree was planted in the middle of the courtyard, and four automatic Mahjong machines were surrounded below. In the circle of the house at the back, there were boxes for eating and playing Mahjong.

"We want a box and a mahjong machine." Dr. Zhou made the request skillfully, and then he touched the edge of the mahjong machine, picked a good direction of Feng Shui, sat down, and simulated it for himself. Take.

He Lingran was left in the yard, so he had to turn the wheelchair by hand and walk around the yard.

Don't say that when you're in a wheelchair, you can actually move more effortlessly. Sitting is more comfortable than standing, and you can run faster than walking on wheels.

If you are in a wheelchair for a short time, it is really a good experience.

Ling Ran couldn't help but imagine that if everyone in the treatment group was in a wheelchair, the daily work efficiency might be improved.

"Ling Ran, do you want to play mahjong?" Dr. Zhou asked this question politely, and then stopped himself.

Ling Ran hesitated for a few seconds, and then looked at the barren surroundings, but nodded, and said, "Count me."

"Oh, will you play Mahjong?" Dr. Zhou was surprised.

"Played at school."

Dr. Zhou Zhou was immediately interested: "How about playing?"

Wu Lingran recalled, saying, "It's better than other games."

"How much better is better?"

"5% to 10% more win rate." Ling Ran responded with data.

Dr. Zhou Zhou couldn't help but think of Ling Ran's daily consultation in the department, the familiar and unfamiliar tone, almost pulled him into the environment of overtime.

Dr. Zhou Zhou could not help but tremble, and the goosebumps curled up.

He looked at Ling Ran with a dignified expression again, and asked, "We are going to play Mahjong until the evening, is that okay?"

"No problem." Before Ling Ran made a decision, he would make all kinds of considerations, and he would not easily overturn it.

"Eating, drinking, and going to the toilet, all these things go to the mahjong field. They are all idle things. You have to race against time. You can't squeeze the time to play mahjong. Is that all right?"

"no problem."

"You did play Mahjong."

"Hit."

"Okay." Dr. Zhou took out his mobile phone and called again.

After a short while, Zhao Leyi and Zheng Pei got together in a battery car.

"How do I listen to you, Ling Ran is going to play Mahjong?" Zhao Leyi shook his hand into the room, looking like fun.

Dr. Zhou Zhou pursed his lips and said, "Idle and idle, let's start with four people together."

Zhao was willing to look in the direction indicated by Dr. Zhou, and saw that Ling Ran was struggling with his arms in front of the wheelchair, behind the wheelchair, wheelchair braking, and wheelchair drifting, experiencing an alternative life.

Zhao stared willingly for a few seconds and said, "Don't fall into your head when you fall. Forget it, we'll share his flying knife money. My wife recently looked at a bag and was clamoring to buy it. , Really dying. "

Zheng Pei, who came in behind him, agreed more, with a big eyebrow and a big smile, "I'm waiting to pay the rent."

"Rely on mahjong to pay the rent? Are you ready to go to the hospital?" Dr. Zhou said with a smile and greeted the boss: "Give a pot of tea, we will play mahjong first."

Boss Wu promised and asked, "What's for dinner? Our specialty is roast chicken, hot pot, barbecue ..."

"Then roast chicken, then." Dr. Zhou said: "We have a lot of people, you first get a chicken, and then prepare a barbecue, wait for someone to come, we will order."

"Okay, no problem." The boss happily prepared.

Ling Ran came over in a wheelchair and said, "Make another pig's foot."

"Success." The boss glanced at Ling Ran's high injured foot, but his voice was lowered, and said, "Do you want a wild boar foot? It is best to fill it with shape."

"Don't." Ling Ran refused without thinking. "Choose the fattest pig's feet. Roast or braised."

Ling Ran missed Lu Wenbin a little at this moment.

When in Wuxin City, Lu Wenbin changed his method to make pig's feet, and they all made good taste. However, he didn't know the level of the farmhouse in Hutou Gorge.

"Mahjong will go." Dr. Zhou was unwilling to waste time now and greeted a few people to the table.

Ling Ran went to the chair next to the mahjong table, took a wheelchair, and set up one leg—he just twisted his feet. He didn't need to be so complicated, but he couldn't help him with the splint.

However, as soon as it came, it was safe. Ling Ran's expectations for the regimental construction were already very low, and he twisted his feet. He felt even more secure.

He inspected the tea cup carefully, soaked it in boiling water repeatedly, then soaked the tea leaves, wiped the table top with the remaining water, and washed the two pairs of mahjong.

Dr. Zhou Zhou, Zhao Leyi and Zheng Pei stared at the dog.

Finally, Ling Ran smeared the mahjong and the table top with the alcohol gel he had with him. When he put on his gloves, there were already two more tables of mahjong in the yard of the farmhouse.

"Let's get started." Ling Ran seriously turned on the mahjong machine.

After a long absence, the shuffle sounded from the belly of the automatic mahjong machine.

A few later Yunyi people came together consciously or unconsciously.

"Will Dr. Ling play Mahjong?"

"Wow, you are too big. If you pay 5 yuan, it will cost hundreds of yuan in one game."

"You are lying to Dr. Ling's money."

The little nurse who walked into the door looked at the money on the table of several people and was anxious.

Zhao laughed happily: "Thanks to the efforts of Dr. Ling, we have to collect some interest ..."

"That's right, let's get rich first, then get rich," Zheng Pei said with a smile ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ A neat Mahjong card was coded in front of him, and his expression began to become serious: "There is no father and son on the table. Ling Ran, don't blame me for making your money. "

"Okay." Ling Ran also awakened his spirits.

Lame twisted, just to enjoy the life of the regiment.

Ling Ran thought so.

After 30 minutes, Ling Ran's expression remained the same, but the expressions of the others at the poker table changed.

"How could this be?"

"Ling Ran, you are hiding it."

"You are counting cards."

The other three people are staring at the money in the small drawer of the card table, which is already full of confusion.

Ling Lingran's eyes looked at the table, trying not to think about things other than the table.

The square table is square and has certain rules, which is considered an environment that Ling Ran can accept. Of course, it can't be compared with the operating room, but if you ignore the current environment, playing Mahjong alone can be regarded as an acceptable entertainment for Ling Ran.

"Forget it, I won't fight, let's substitute." Zhao Lei stood up shaking hands and asked around: "Who will fight?"

The group of people around him shook their heads.

Looking at Ling Ran, men do n’t want to lose money, and women do n’t want Ling Ran to see themselves playing mahjong ...

Zhao willingly had to sit back again.

哎 "Well, if only there was an emergency." Zhao Leyan was full of fantasy.