477 Fragrance Yard (1/2)
”Doctor Zhao, eating, drinking or going to the toilet are considered tertiary when we're at the mahjong table. They take away from our quality game time.” Ling Ran repeated what Doctor Zhou had said previously in a serious manner.
Since this was a rule that everyone had agreed upon, that meant that it had to be enforced and maintained seriously.
Zhao Leyi stuttered and fell silent. So, he quietly sat back down against his seat and played mahjong unhappily. He would occasionally look around to see if there was any fool who could replace him…
While waiting, Zhao Leyi's money started to trickle away. However, when he thought about the fact that the money he spent was the secret stash that he had — with much difficulty — procured in order to buy his wife a handbag, he started to be greatly distressed.
'Should I pretend to leave because of a heart attack? Or should I pretend to have some stomach disease? But even if I pretend to have stomach disease, it doesn't mean that I can leave for sure. Old Zhou specializes in stomach diseases. But even if I pretend to have a heart attack, they'll only give me an electric shock. I'll be getting a 150-joule shock for no reason, my legs will go to sleep prematurely. If the person who administers it is careless with his hands and gives me 200 joules instead. I won't be able to withstand it…”Find authorized novels in Webnovel,faster updates, better experience,Please click visiting.
Ling Ran was so focused that he won another two rounds.
When he stayed at home, the neighbors of Lower Groove Clinic always came for mahjong sessions. When Ling Ran was young, he often replaced his dad or any middle-aged man, middle-aged woman, elderly man, or elderly woman who had to temporarily leave. He would continue playing until the neighbors were no longer willing to play.
The mahjong table, which followed a set list of rules, could somewhat be considered as one of the entertainments Ling Ran could accept.
The rules of every round would be more or less the same, just like games.
A crowd started to gather behind Ling Ran.
Zhao Leyi started to be annoyed, so he called out someone's name and asked, ”Weren't you going for a walk?”
”We came here by coincidence.”
”How about cycling? Don't tell me you cycled here by chance as well.”
”That's right.”
These people all came from the operating theater. They might not be excellent in their skills with surgery, but their conversation skills must not be weak.
Zhao Leyi had no choice but to straighten his back again. When he was ready to go for a game, a loud bang could be heard from the kitchen in front of him. It sounded like a pot had been broken.
If a normal person heard this sound, they would guess that something had dropped on the floor or that something had spilled out.
But for doctors, this sound usually meant danger.
'Did anyone fall down? Is it an external wound or internal bleeding? Is it a stroke or cardiac arrest?
'Did anyone get scalded? Is he or she scalded by oil or hot water? How big was the area? What is the contamination level?
'Did the person fall from a high place? Is there any massive bleeding?'
All the people at the courtyard became alert and looked at the kitchen, which was where the sound came from.
Zhao Leyi was the first to stand. He said loudly, ”I'll go and check on the boss.”
He moved his legs, which had been trained for a long time while he served as an emergency physician. Zhao Leyi rushed into the kitchen as if the wind was right behind him.
Doctor Zhou and Zheng Pei looked at each other. They immediately pushed away their chairs and shouted, ”We have to save the people first.”
They left the mahjong table as though the table was something that could hurt people.
Resident Doctor Zheng Pei was even attentive enough to pick up the first aid kit and followed Doctor Zhou.
Their reaction times, the distance they managed to close within a short time, and their gait made it clear that they had been trained in disaster response training for years.
Ling Ran's movements were obviously slower. With his injured leg propped, he moved his wheelchair slightly. When he saw the scenario in front of him, he suddenly realized that this felt as if Yun Hua Hospital had just received a patient in a critical condition.
The people who were scattered at the other tables became interested and looked at the direction of the kitchen.
There were already two attending physicians and another resident doctor who went over. Naturally, there was no need for more people to go in. Everyone was just trying to guess what had happened inside because they were bored.
At this moment, Zhao Leyi's voice could be heard from the kitchen. ”I applied pressure. Perform bleeding control first.”
Zheng Pei's voice was next to be heard. ”I brought hemostatic agents.”
Zhao Leyi said loudly, ”What's the use of hemostatic agents when the wound is so big? A suture is needed. Do you have any anesthetic?”
The boss said with a trembling voice, ”I don't want anesthetics anymore…”
”Ah, you people... Anesthetics will not cause any side effects, and it can be metabolized in a short time,” Zhao Leyi spoke with a criticizing tone. He shouted at the same time, ”Press it firmly. Don't move. If you don't want anesthesia, you'll have to sweat more.”
”Why don't we just give him some painkillers…” Zheng Pei said in a trembling voice. Obviously, he could not press down against the wound any further.
Zhao Leyi said in dissatisfaction, ”If this is your family member, will you still say that?! 'Why don't we just give him some painkillers?' Why don't we just give up on saving him?!”
”I don't think it's serious.” The boss sounded scared. His voice had passed through the walls, but he still sounded very weak.
”You aren't the one who gets to say whether it is serious or not. Be silent. Doctor Zhou, try to help too. Don't just stand there so lazily… Splint, Young Zheng, did you bring along a splint?” Zhao Leyi's voice was the loudest, and he sounded like he had controlled the scenario.
A few nurses could no longer sit still when they heard that. They said, ”Let's help too.”