Chapter 509： Old customers

Yunhua in the morning has gradually warmed up.

In the consulting room, the heart of Sister Dong was getting hotter.

She looked at Ling Ran, who was instructing Miao Tansheng to perform intradermal suture, and muttered to herself: "At the time Guan Yu was scratching the bone and healing, she didn't feel the pain. Is it because of Hua Yan's face?" (Note 1)

"It's me who's sewing you now." Miao Tan smiled grimly.

After hearing what he said, Sister Dong naturally looked at Miao Tansheng, and then frowned sharply: "Can you stop saying such uncomfortable words."

As soon as Miao Tansheng's blisters were twisted, she almost pinched the needle in the palm of her hand.

Sister Dong turned her head back to Ling Ran: "I knew that you had Huaxuan in the clinic. I just hit her husband every day and broke him. I have to come over."

"Have you thought about a way to get hurt without hitting your husband?" Ling Jieyu couldn't listen anymore.

Sister Dong suddenly said: "What you said makes sense, but you can't hit your son. The son is about to pass the exam. The dog at home ... our family has a black back, I'm afraid I can't beat it ..."

Miao Tan didn't want to sew anymore, which was too unfulfilling.

Dare to work hard to make a beauty needle, tired and dead to live, you must get something to go home to get hurt?

Miao Tansheng looked at Ling Jie porridge, just like the clinic doctor looked at the director's expression, and said, "Director Ling, if you are not injured, can't you come to the clinic? We are not here at Longtan Tiger Point."

"What do you come to the clinic without getting hurt?" Ling Jiecon's eyes shone with shrewd light, and she pouted again, half to the patient and half to Miao Tansheng, and said, "You need to sew well, and the beauty needle will be sewn Effect of a cosmetic needle. "

"I see." What can Miao Tansheng say, then he turned his head and was commanded by Ling Ran for a few words, forgetting Ling Jie porridge even more.

As a doctor, as long as you want to advance in this industry, lifelong learning is inevitable.

Moreover, with the lessons of the predecessors, the doctors all know the reason why skills are not overwhelming.

Miao Tansheng left the hospital, the most regrettable was the opportunity to improve technical skills. A few years since he came out, the skills that he relies on for a living are still learned in the hospital, and in the clinic, although doctors who are skilled in applying cosmetic needles are rare, but still ...

Miao Tan instinctively wanted to learn something.

Professor Ling Ran is more meticulous and serious than Miao Tansheng expected.

Ling Ran has always been so meticulous and serious. Just like when he was in school that year, there were always some male teachers and classmates who would give him extra exercise books and test papers, such as three years of college entrance examination, five years of real questions, or gifts such as the Huanggang dense scroll. As for Ling Ran, as long as she has time, she will carefully and carefully complete those exercise books and test papers.

Even if some problems have been done, Ling Ran often uses new ideas to complete them.

By the time of the college entrance examination, Ling Ran had not encountered a problem that could not be done precisely because he treated gifts carefully and carefully.

In the face of patients, Ling Ran's attitude has not changed.

Even after doing the operation ten times a hundred times, Ling Ran still can do it with interest. Even though he had sutured various wounds, even if he sutured the same wound every time, Ling Ran was still able to be as serious and detailed as the first suture.

This is especially true when Miao Tan was taught.

"All right," Miao Tan said.

Ling Ran checked it and said, "No problem. Okay."

"Thank you, Master." After spending more time than usual to stitch, Miao Tan's heart was full of excitement.

He is now stronger than before in terms of suture level, and it is precisely because he is stronger that he can see Ling Ran's super strength-stronger and stronger than he thought before.

"Master, you will often come to the clinic in the future." Miao Tan was so excited that he couldn't help himself.

Ling Ran is so strong, he feels that he has no bright future, as if he is bright again.

Ling Ran nodded and looked at Miao Tansheng, saying, "The clinic is my home."

"Yes, you have to go home often." Miao Tan smiled like a pug wolf, and the two blistered eyes seemed to drown Shou Xingyu in it.

The newly bandaged Dong Dong just looked at Ling Ran, and then looked back at Miao Tansheng, uncomfortably dying: "Doctor Miao, you have no sense of beauty if you talk like this."

After speaking, Ms. Dong ignored Miao Tansheng, and had no intention of going home. She looked at Ling Ran with a smile and said, "Looking at Dr. Ling, it doesn't hurt after the anesthetic."

Miao Tan smiled with a smile: "You haven't had anesthetic yet."

"If it hurts, it's because you didn't sew it up." Sister Dong raised her eyelids and said, "If you don't sew it up, I won't pay."

Although it was ridiculous, Miao Tansheng still sighed helplessly: "Sister Dong, you are not very reasonable."

Sister Dong looked at him with a smile: "Dr. Miao, if I make sense, can my husband be admitted to the hospital?"

Miao Tan stared blankly at his old customers, saying for a long time: "You have a point."

"right."

"Yes." Miao Tansheng looked at Sister Dong's palm inexplicably well. After all, for the sake of a melon seed (doubt), he can use a wounded hand to hit her husband into the hospital, and then hit a 40-year-old middle-aged doctor, which is not the same as playing.

However, Ling Jieyu's mind turned, and she smiled and came over and said, "My husband is injured, can we also send it to our clinic? General skin trauma, I will just sew it off for you."

"Broken." Sister Dong said, and said: "He who has medical insurance said that he must go to the hospital to report. Besides, he has a rough man, and there is nothing to do with a few stitches on his face. Does it also use cosmetic needles? So expensive?"

"That's right." Ling Jie porridge replied against his heart, silently saying "harmony makes money", and then went to pull the bill, and his mood became happy.

Miao Tansheng's mood is also happy.

Regardless of men's career ambitions and vanity, just talking about the stitching of beauty needles is still quite profitable ~ www.novelhall.com ~ The price of sutures commonly used by Miao Tansheng ranges from a few hundred yuan to a thousand yuan. Dividing it into about 20%, and counting other miscellaneous income, is more profitable than in the hospital.

Now that she can still learn from Ling Ran, Miao Tan is even happier. She is surrounded by Ling Ran, "Master", "Master" keeps calling.

When Sister Dong, who was reluctant to send away, Miao Tansheng said with emotion: "Don't say that if there are more old customers in surgery, it's fine."

"What's so good?" Ling Jie porridge had never been a doctor, so curious.

Miao Tansheng groaned: "Old customers have a sense of familiarity. Like the skin on Sister Dong's hands, I knew it was soft and hard before I stabbed it, and there was a base thickness. Try it a little, and it will sew smoothly. It's really convenient ... "

Ling Jie porridge: ... (⊙_⊙;) ...

...

Note 1: This sentence is taken from the chapter of "Starting Reading" APP. The reader said, "Shuangtian Xiaowen Corner" was published at 00:02 on January 30, 2019.