Chapter 702： Cool (1/2)
”Same task.” Ling Ran sighed in the car, kicked the accelerator, and stepped on the small Jetta meowing, easily surpassing the electric car on the roadside.
Back home, it is less than lunch time, not counting commute time, which means that Ling Ran's rounds only took half a morning.
”There are more empty beds, and fewer treasure chests for heartfelt thanks.” Ling Ran summed up the answer, shook his head, climbed onto the lounge chair, and pulled out his mobile phone.
Ling Ran at this point understood Dr. Zhou's salted fish status. If you are not more interested in being a doctor, lying down and playing is also a good state of life. Especially at home, the internet speed is fast and the temperature is good.
”Ling Ran, don't practice your hands today?” Dr. Xiong was sitting in the consulting room and just pulsed an old lady. He was writing a medicine list while joking with Ling Ran.
”Rest today.” Ling Ran was safe and secure.
Although he is sticking the sore patch now, but for the first time using this stuff, Ling Ran decided to take it easy, so as not to damage his body.
As a doctor, you know how weak your body is.
Dr. Xiong was full of regrets: ”You young people are embarrassed, it is too wasteful. You have time to play games, how good is to do massage.” Dr. Xiong said vocally.
To be honest, Ling Ran's Tuina brand hanging from the door from time to time from time to time, but it made Dr. Xiong envy for a while, and it took 20 minutes to collect it. It was almost like white money. Comfortable, Dr. Xiong will scold the world for injustice. He and Ling Ran's old man Ling Ling and paid 50 yuan, have to fight for a long time.
Of course, Dr. Xiong still feels unfair.
”Ling Ran, if I were you, I would give massages to people all day long. As long as someone came, I would give them massages. From morning till night, I kept doing it for a while. I helped you to calculate and you made people compact. One point, I can make four or five hundred dollars an hour, and in a day, it is more than ten thousand yuan ... ”
”Don't sleep.” Juanzi came over and took away the prescription prescribed by Dr. Xiong. He took 50 kg of his left leg and 50 kg of his right leg to take medicine, and one person showed great momentum.
Dr. Xiong took up a large tea cup and took a sip of tea. He said, ”If I can make more than 10,000 yuan a day, I won't sleep. What do you sleep? Think about it, what can you do to make so much?”
”Open a flying knife.” Ling Ran gave an answer, purely to answer Dr. Xiong's question.
Dr. Xiong almost spit out 20cm of tea, coughed twice, and then looked up and down Ling Ran, and asked, ”I forgot to ask, what is the price of your flying knife now?”
”6,000 to 8,000 yuan.” Ling Ran did not conceal his income, nor did he feel that there was anything to hide.
Dr. Xiong's careful liver vibrated: ”6,000 a day?”
”A 6000.”
”How many flying knives were fired that month?”
”Never counted.” Ling Ran roughly calculated, and said, ”Twenty or thirty, or thirty or forty, there are, depending on what surgery is done.”
Dr. Xiong silently for a moment, could not help but bare his feet and said, ”I shouldn't have studied internal medicine.”
”You're studying surgery, and you can't fly a knife now.” Juanzi watched Dr. Xiong shaking his head, then stretched out his fat hand of 40 pounds, and asked, ”What do you think it is?”
Dr. Xiong was dying: ”The meat on your fingers has been squeezed together, how can I see clearly.”
Juan Zi smiled: ”Everyone said that your old eyes were faint, uncle Wang, what's your opinion?”
Uncle Wang who had the infusion next narrowed his eyes and said, ”Four.”
”Yes!” Juanzi quietly lifted a finger and straightened, without flaws.