Chapter 133： Brother Sanyu

Noon.

The Baizui Beach had some drizzle, which dispersed the hot summer heat.

On the bus rented by Yunhua Hospital, the banner of "Health Inspection" hung on the body of the vehicle, and the mud ideas spattered by the wheels were naturally unpleasant.

Alas.

The three old men, holding a big gong, knocked hard.

Then, the melodious piano sounds popped up, a group of old ladies in colorful dance clothes waving their fans and singing while jumping: one get (Lige) Red Army (Jiezhi) down the mountain, autumn wind (Lige) The drizzle (Jiezhi) was lingering, the wild deer on the mountain (Lige) wailed ...

The procedure of the sanitarium's literary and artistic programs has changed little. Every festival and welcome time, there are similar song and dance performances, but there are slightly more people participating today.

Even the old Red Army, who didn't go out very much, came to the atrium in a wheelchair, comfortably basking in the sun and showing a smile of nostalgia.

With the sound of the piano, more people sing and:

Thousands of troops and horses (Jiezhi one) stood by the riverside, and one hundred thousand people were in tears. The kindness could not forget the Red Army. The revolutionary success (Jiezhi one) returned home early ...

The vague old Red Army spoke for several years, and the voice followed the chorus clearly:

Return home early ...

Return home early ...

As soon as the song was sung, there was a solo erhu creak, and before it rang, it was covered by the fierce guitar sound.

"Liu's surname, do you find fault again?" The erhu old man burst into character, shouting, and the whole person was shaking.

The old man who played the guitar was dressed in leather and leather pants, and he laughed twice: "Why, you play erhu, I play the guitar, which one do you like to listen to, which democracy do you understand?"

"The erhu is pulled."

"You pull. I have paper, do you want it?"

"Sweet, you laugh sweetly ... as if flowers bloom in the spring breeze ... in the spring breeze ..."

Several old ladies, dressed in cheongsams, couldn't wait to sing, pushing both the erhu and the guitar away.

The dean of the nursing home, who was still talking to the people at Yunhua Hospital, patted his thigh, and said angrily, "Yes, we have to start fighting again, everyone, I'm sorry, I'll persuade you so that no one will faint."

The dean ran quickly, while instructing the staff to remove the obstructed objects, while persuading the performance team who had not arrived on stage to return.

The cadres and doctors of Yunhua Hospital under the bus kept smiling and continued waving their arms, thanking them all around.

Until the sound of the erhu continued to sound, all the people took the bus in turn and slowly left under the arrangement of the nursing home.

In the sanitarium, the song and dance dramas are still performed, and the masses sending off are performing enthusiastically. Except for the smaller movement range, smaller movements, and more gorgeous clothes, it is like a New Year's Day performance in the school.

Everyone is happy and entertained.

Ling Ran, holding a box of gifts, sat in the back row, taking advantage of this time, finishing one by one.

Dr. Zhou and his resident helped, and made a record for Ling Ran.

"One ginseng ..."

"A bottle of cod liver oil ..."

"One ginseng ..."

"A bottle of grape seed oil ..."

"One ginseng ..."

Dr. Zhou couldn't help but envy: "It's really good to have a long face, and you also see a doctor. I also see a doctor. Why do you have a gift, wow, good ginseng."

This time, even the resident could not help glancing at the doctor around the eye, and whispered, "Ling Ran is really seeing a doctor this time."

Dr. Zhou's face was dry, as if it had been salted, and salty said, "I took my blood pressure dozens of times yesterday."

"I measured it for you." The party's weak resistance.

"Oh ... yes, I forgot." Dr. Zhou gave a haha, and then said to Ling Ran: "You can still massage with this hand, put it in the hospital of traditional Chinese medicine, and massage it for 100 yuan at a time. Twenty yuan, not a day or a day. "

"Rh" Ling Ran didn't care.

Dr. Zhou stared at him: "Ling Ran, don't listen to that scout, the stars are not so easy to do."

"Oh." Ling Ran's gaze swept across the cervical vertebrae, forcing the impulse to massage.

The three-day task only passed one day and one night, and there was still room for improvement. The return journey was almost 3 hours. It was a waste to sit still.

"Ling Ran? What do you want?" Dr. Zhou said a call, but he didn't get a response. If another resident says that he wants to be a star, he must give it away, but Ling Ran is different. He can really make it.

"You are too tired. Let me help you with the massage." Ling Ran couldn't help it, and for whatever reason, pulled out a white towel and put his hand on Dr. Zhou's neck.

What more did Dr. Zhou want to ask? Open her mouth and say "um ..."

Ling Ran pressed her neck to neck.

Dr. Zhou was also relieved.

Just looking at Ling Ran so much like to do it, he knows that he can't be a star. Does the star grab the fans' neck and massage every day?

It is important to be careful of the old guys of the Chinese Medicine Hospital. Tuina is not favored in the Chinese Medicine Hospital, but Yunhua does not even have a massage department. If the other party digs at a high price, it is also dangerous ...

Ling Ran went back to the hospital and ordered a nap, checked the room again, and went straight home.

The ward of the emergency department is still tense. Although eight beds have been vacated in the past three days, they were all extra beds previously. Remove them, and the tang method team's beds are still not enough.

Considering that there were concert tickets at night, Ling Ran was not in a hurry to fill up the extra bed.

...

Back at home, Ling Ran handed two tickets for Meng Xue's concert to Ms. Tao Ping who was drinking tea, turned and went downstairs, and she heard the explosive screaming behind him: Brother Shanyu! Brother Sanyu ~

"What happened to Meng Xue?" Ling Jieyu took out his mobile phone Baidu a little strangely, and searched it out. "Meng Xue was sneezing? What's the name of sneezing? It's inexplicable ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Is the celebrity picking up ears ... "

Ling Jie porridge talked and stopped consciously.

Looking up, she really saw his wife Tao Ping looking at him with cold eyes.

"Ping ..." Ling Jie porridge grinned.

"Shanyu brother sneezes, it may be a cold, it may be that the work is too tired, the resistance is low, or it may be that the set conditions are too poor and allergic, how can you wait and see it!" Tao Ping first corrected Ling Jieyu's words Then, he paused and emphasized: "Our brother Shan Yu has no earwax."

Ling Jie porridge raised her thumbs up and liked her mother, Tao Ping.

Tao Ping glanced at her husband and hummed twice, saying: "I was going to call you to a concert, forget it, I'll take my son."

Ling Jie porridge couldn't help but show a smile, and quickly put it back together, slamming his thigh: "Oh, it's a pity."

"Pretend. Forget it, I won't tell you, I'll change clothes, Xiao Ran, you drive my car." Tao Ping turned upstairs and couldn't help humming.

"Good boy" Ling Jie porridge was relieved and asked Ling Ran: "The ox ticket you bought? How much did it cost? I went to see the seats that no one can see, and the ox dared to sell a few hundred yuan."

"Given by others." Ling Ran said.

Ling Jie porridge's face flashed light instantly, and his voice shouted eight times higher: "What? The patient gave you a ticket to Meng Xue's concert in order to thank you? Is there such a good thing? Then you have to give it well People see a doctor ... ”8) Ps: My friends, I am Shitori Village, and I recommend a free novel app that supports novel download, listening, zero advertising, and multiple reading modes. Please pay attention to WeChat public account: dazhuzaiyuedu (long press and hold for three seconds to copy) Book friends, pay attention!