Chapter 1333： Real Dog (Happy Chinese New Year) (1/2)

When Ling Ran came downstairs, he saw Doctor Xiong leaning on the transparent medicine cabinet, talking to others.

After several years of consultation at Xiagou Clinic, Dr. Xiong became older and older. If he was a Chinese medicine doctor, he would be a famous old Chinese doctor with a registered number of tens of dollars.

Of course, it is also because of age that Dr. Xiong has fewer diagnoses. In many cases, he has received patients and sent them to Dr. Miao. He is more responsible for the diagnosis and treatment of familiar old patients and prescribes them. Naoxintong and Ginkgo Leaf reached new highs.

To a certain extent, Dr. Xiong is more like an artificial AI. He will actively greet patients and answer clear questions that are not too difficult for patients-if it is too difficult or if the patient is confused, he will Will ask again: What did you say, I don't seem to hear clearly.

However, the neighbors who came to the clinic still liked Dr. Xiong, not only because of his familiarity, but also because of his long-windedness.

People don't want to go to the hospital. Apart from the trouble, it is also because it is too difficult to communicate with the doctors in the hospital. Many people would rather come to the clinic to be verbose, just to talk to the doctor. Old doctors or Dr. Xiong are considered doctors.

Doctor Xiong was always surrounded by people. Even so, the dim-eyed Doctor Xiong still caught a glimpse of light through the corner of his eyes.

Doctor Xiong immediately turned to the place where the light was rising, and he saw Ling Ran walking down the elevator, carrying the light from the second floor.

”Ling Ran is back.” Doctor Xiong whispered to the person next to him as if he saw Young Dong's house, and as if to show off his cherished animals, ”See you, the handsome in the video and photos are completely different from the scene. Right.”

As expected, a middle-aged woman next to her was shocked, her high neck could not help but be lowered: ”That girl in my family is afraid that she is not worthy of her.”

”It won't work if you demolish 8 suites?” Someone who was beaten earlier, couldn't help but go back.

The middle-aged woman gritted her teeth: ”That can't be used as a dowry...”

Ling Ran automatically filtered the chats of people around him. The existence of neighbours in the neighborhood is itself made up of fragmentary words. Generally speaking, Ling Ran would ignore it without a clear reference.

Ling Ran just smiled at Doctor Xiong, and asked smoothly, ”Where is the dog?”

Doctor Xiong obviously didn't know that Dongsheng brought the dog, and shook his head to enter the AI ​​inquiry mode: ”What dog?”

”Where is my dad?” Ling Ran decided to ask his father.

In the clinic, Comrade Ling Jiezong is still very organized.

Doctor Xiong was stunned, and looked at Ling Ran with an expression with an incomprehensible expression: ”Lao Ling is indeed a bit dog, but... he pays me, and you... yes, he doesn't even pay you salary. Yes, so to speak...”

Ling Ran looked at Doctor Xiong intently, and rarely explained: ”Dongsheng brought a lame dog over, and my mother asked me to see it.”

In Doctor Xiong's mind, there was an inexplicable look of lameness, he couldn't help but smiled, then put on a more serious expression, pointed to the treatment room, and said slowly: ”Ling should be talking to the patient's family.”

Ling Ran nodded, gestured to the neighbours again, and walked away.

Doctor Xiong couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and immediately awakened: Ling Ran's style, another 30 to 40 years, when the old dog Ling Jie porridge retires, Ling Ran guesses it will be difficult to deal with. The thought that at that time he might still be struggling for the full diligence of 50 yuan, it made Dr. Xiong uncomfortable.

Consulting Room.

In the Xiagou clinic, the consultation room is basically equivalent to the infusion room.

In the two-story hall, the movement and sight lines have been reorganized. Even if the seats are full, it will not make the patients too uncomfortable.

In the middle of the scattered seats are various mazazi and small chairs to facilitate the accompany of the patients' families.

Except for the patient, the patient's family members are everywhere in the room.

Moreover, there are always more family members of patients than patients.

Ling Jie porridge caught a few people casually to chat, even if it was postoperative management.

Similar to Ling Ran, he grew up in a clinic. He liked this lifestyle and liked it. Originally, if he hadn't had a beautiful wife and had a handsome son, Ling Ran should have inherited such a family business. .

When Ling Jie porridge thought of this, he would slowly shake his head.

The family members of the patient who were standing opposite Ling Jie porridge slowly shook their heads as they watched Ling Jie porridge, but felt nervous.