508 Apprentice (2/2)

Miao Tansheng turned and shouted at Ling Ran, ”Teacher!”

He had seen a lot of the world, and did not mind dropping his ego for a greater cause.

Ling Jiezhou, though, felt a little uncomfortable about it. 'Wouldn't Ling Ran be at a disadvantage by having such an old apprentice?”

”Have you gotten a patient?” Ling Ran changed the topic.

”Yes. There's a patient whose wounds tore. I asked her to come over at about eight in the morning.” Miao Tansheng had been working away from the hospital for many years, and had made a little bit of a name for himself. Hence, every now and then, there would be clients seeking him out for treatment.

Of course, things were different for surgeons compared to internists who had a lot of regular patients. For example, while they might have many regulars, a person can only receive circumcision once in his lifetime. The same applied to double eyelid surgery. Truth be told, even worldly doctors like Miao Tansheng did not like to see the same patients again and again.

There were many ways to make money, and one of the reasons doctors remained dedicated to their careers was the sense of achievement that came with it.

Miao Tansheng needed a sense of achievement too.

Ever since he quit the government hospital he was working in, he needed even more sense of achievement.

This was why even though he merely carries out cosmetic suture on minorly injured patients, Miao Tansheng strived to do his job well.

The patient arrived arrived at Lower Groove Clinic at 7:40 a.m..

Shet was a bulky woman with a round face, and she was taking selfies as she walked into the clinic. After she entered the treatment room, she said without even raising her head, ”Wait a moment, let me upload these photographs.”

She then held her phone with her injured left hand as she navigated it with her injured right hand. Even though some of her blood got on the phone screen, she merely wiped it with the bandage on her palm.

Miao Tansheng smiled patiently as he said, ”Sister Dong, your wounds are bleeding. Why don't you let me stitch them up first?”

”Sure. Go ahead and stitch up the wounds on my left hand first. I'll take a picture while you're at it.” Sister Dong extended her left hand fashionably as she held her phone with her right hand and took another selfies. She took a look at the selfies she took and decided that she was not satisfied with it. She then set all the options of the beauty retouch feature of her phone camera to 100% before taking another one.

By then, Miao Tansheng had removed the bandage on her left hand.

”You're quite badly injured. What happened?” Miao Tansheng asked.

”My husband caused it.” Sister Dong pursed her lips.

”Domestic violence?” Ling Jiezhou who was about to leave immediately stop in his tracks when he heard that.

Sister Dong could not help but put down her phone and looked at Ling Jiezhou with furrowed eyebrows. ”Don't sprout nonsense. I only hit him lightly a few times, and had at most sustained superficial wounds. How is this domestic violence?”

Ling Jiezhou froze when he heard this.

Miao Tansheng coughed a few times and said, ”Um, Boss Ling, Sister Dong and her husband hit each other all the time.”

”I win most of the time.” Sister Dong raised her head proudly. She then placed her phone on the table and started scrolling through her news feed.

A petite woman with a V-shaped face could be seen on her news feed posing and showing off her bloody wounds. There were nine photos in total, and they were arranged into the form of a sudoku box. Because the phone was very near those around the table, all of them could see her caption: Do not to get conceited because of victory or disheartened in case of defeat. Even though my hand is injured and covered with blood, I shall not weep or yell!

”Do you want cosmetic suture?” Miao Tansheng inspected the wounds and continued, ”It probably wouldn't be that effective, though. Your wounds tore. Sigh, they were healing well after I sutured them before this.”

”I had no choice. My husband snatched my melon seeds. How could I not fight back?” Sister Dong extended her hand as she spoke. ”Just do your best and try not to let the wounds leave a scar.”

Miao Tansheng could not help but look at Ling Ran.

”Sure,” Ling Ran answered without the slightest hesitation as he inspected the wounds. He possessed Master Level Appositional Suturing Technique, Master Level Intradermal Suture Technique, and Master Level Buried Subcuticular Heavy Reinforcing Suture. With all these skills, it was not a problem for him at all to suture this kind of wounds without leaving scars.

Sister Dong raised her head abruptly and said, ”This doctor has a really nice voice… Wow, you're so handsome!”

Miao Tansheng pretended not to hear that. He went and retrieved some local anesthetics. He then filled a syringe with it and aimed the needle at Sister Dong's palm. ”I'm going to administer local anesthetics now. It might be a little painful.”

”It won't be painful.” Sister Dong fixed her gaze on Ling Ran, and she did not even bother to look at her phone anymore. ”Your clinic shouldn't even waste money on anesthetics, because none of your patients would feel any pain!”