Chapter 330： specialty of China (1/2)
Nesta made a round in the Shao's house, and had nothing to do, and turned back.
Everyone has eaten spicy grilled chicken wings, spicy grilled squid, then spicy grilled eggplant and spicy grilled potato chips from spicy roast beef.
Looking at all kinds of red and bright peppers, Nesta secretly drools, but can only endure.
Ling Ran stared at the tears on Nesta's face.
The last time he met South African athletes not only loved crying, but also gave away treasure chests.
Nesta is not as crying as South Africans, but according to Ling Ran, even if there are no three or four treasure chests, there is still a chance that one chest will be delivered in advance.
Ling Ran stared at Nesta, thinking.
Nesta also looked at Ling Ran, his face inexplicable.
Snapped!
Ling Ran stunned for a moment, why not ”ding”?
When I turned my head, I saw a photographer, even a SLR, and fell into the Shao family hall from the door.
In order to keep his SLR, the photographer's left hand elbow touched the ground first, watching the angle become strange, and the SLR protected by his other hand was of course broken.
”Basically equivalent to breaking a Jetta.” Dr. Zhou said before getting up to see the patient.
Ling Ran turned to the back kitchen to wash her hands.
Boss Shao hurriedly came over carrying the medicine box, and brought an employee with the order in his mouth:
”Empty a location first.”
”Bring the stretcher, just use it in the storeroom. Stand up.”
”Let's move the lights for two people. I've found some people here to measure them. The matching of several lights is basically the effect of a shadowless lamp.”
”Where's the fence? Bring the fence.”
When Ling Ran came back after washing his hands, what he saw was an operating room at the end of the 19th century and the beginning of the 20th century. Although the operating table was a bit crude, the shadowless lamp was a bit crude, the outer wall of the operating room was a bit crude, The medical equipment is also a bit humble and the sanitary conditions are not good enough, but it is really a humble operating room.
Ling Ran and Dr. Zhou looked at each other.
Boss Shao was proud of himself: ”Don't think that your hospital knows how to update the equipment, and our Shao family restaurant also knows how to update the equipment.”
Dr. Zhou rolled his eyelids: ”Other barbecue shops need to update their equipment. Generally, it is kitchen equipment.”
Boss Shao froze, his eyes fluttering: ”My kitchen equipment is long enough ...”
”So update the medical equipment?” Dr. Zhou answered smoothly, but was very skeptical of Boss Shao's logic.
Nesta couldn't understand Chinese, and quietly asked Dr. Pooh: ”Do Chinese restaurants and hospitals run together?”
”Maybe it's just a custom.” Pooh pulled out his phone: ”Wait a minute, I Google ... The network is not very good, it seems like it can't be opened ... Who says China's Internet speed is fast, wait a minute ...”
”That ... I can't move my arm.”
The cameraman called out on the simple operating table.
”Here it is.” Dr. Zhou took the gloves out of Boss Shao's medical box and put them on, then turned the cameraman over and asked, ”What are you doing here?”
”I ... just take a few photos of Ling Ran.”
”Take a picture of Dr. Ling? Why?”
”Readers love to read. Newspapers and magazines sell well. I care why ... hiss ...” The photographer breathed in between his teeth. ”Take it lightly, I said, why don't you have points in your heart?”
Dr. Zhou looked up to see Ling Ran's face, only to feel that he was stabbed by light.
”You're the paparazzi?” Dr. Zhou couldn't help wondering.
”Dog ... your sister ... I'm just taking a picture. I'm going to lose the money I made this time.” The photographer regrets his SLR.
Mr. Shao looked at his ears and scratched his head, ”How is it? Would you like an operation? I have everything ready for disinfection.”
”The operation is to be done, there is no need to do it here.” Dr. Zhou gave a judgment based on the level of the emergency department: ”Call an ambulance to the hospital, it is just a few bones broken.”
”That's it?” The photographer cried.
Dr. Zhou poked his lips, looked at Mr. Shao's medicine box, and asked, ”Would you like a painkiller?”
The photographer hesitated.