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âDoctor Felix is a doctor from the Cleveland Heart Center in the United States.âAs Ling ran listened to the neighborsâchatter, he helped Felix out of the predicament.
Felix, who had escaped from Juan Zi, was very grateful to Ling ran. He quickly nodded and said, âYes, Iâm here with Doctor Ling.â
He knew that Juan Zi did not have a gun in her hand, but with Juan Ziâs body size, even if her tendons and bones were not broken by a slap, she might still be sore all over for a period of time.
Felix swallowed a mouthful of saliva and obediently stood behind Ling ran. He whispered in English, âNo wonder you have a strong will.â
He looked just like when he went to buy marijuana with his black classmate.
Ling ran asked, âWhat do you mean?â
âI donât mean to discriminate. I think that people who can climb up from the bottom are very powerful and very outstanding. If your starting point was a little higher, you might already beâ¦âFelix explained repeatedly, however, he hesitated a little when he explained the rest of the story.
To a certain extent, Ling ran had already reached the peak of Surgeons.
The development of modern medicine worshipped excellence rather than knowledge, especially in the field of surgery. Any doctor who could perform any surgery to the top could be considered a top doctor.
This was because modern hospitals had many ways to gather a large number of patients with the same disease. A doctor who could perform a surgery to the top would be fine if he performed the surgery continuously every day. If one had to ask for more, then it would not be a problem for a top doctor who occupied a top position to spend a little time on scientific research. Any doctor who could perform a surgery to the best of his ability.., if he could perform a unique skill, then the things he could teach other doctors would be filled with sweat.
Currently, Ling Ranâs skills in the heart surgery department were relatively weak, but his heart bypass technique was really close to the top. Even if it was Felix, he was not sure if there was a surgeon who had a better heart bypass technique than Ling ran. If that was the case, he would not be able to continue using the techniques he was familiar with.
Ling ran waved his hand nonchalantly. He was not interested in Felixâs flattery, nor was he interested in explaining his misunderstanding.
The neighbors in the neighborhood were a little anxious. They asked the sixteen-year-old teenager one after another, âWhat are they saying?â
In order to protect his right to choose a spouse for the next ten years, the boy thought hard, recalled what Felix said, and picked out the words he knew, slowly, he said, âForeigners mainly mean that we are low, low-end. Also, say Doctor Ling, verygood, and so on.â
âThis foreigner has been beaten less.âThe neighbors all looked at Felix with unpleasant expressions. They had expressions that said, âIf we werenât afraid that the police station would find trouble with us, we would have beaten you up on the spot.â.
Felixâs calf was about to cramp up.
âSon, itâs time for porridge.âThe old man, Ling Jiezhou, brought over the porridge with preserved eggs and lean meat. The neighbors around him consciously made way for him.
The middle-aged and old people who were not seriously ill and had minor illnesses were mostly the type to be at ease when they surrounded Ling ran and asked him questions. When they saw that Ling ran wanted to eat, they naturally did not pursue the matter.
Only a few people who often received massages asked him a few more questions.
Without needing Ling ran to say anything more, Juan Zi went up to them and told them the time.
Ling ran scooped up the warm porridge with preserved eggs and lean meat. He then said politely, âDoctor Felix, do you want some porridge?â
âYes.âFelix felt that it was better not to refuse the landlordâs invitation in a place like lower groove clinic.
Ling Jiezhou was very happy that someone would drink his porridge. He smiled and scooped a bowl for him, he said, âBe careful, itâs hot. Drink it bit by bit. Our Old Ling familyâs porridge has a history of several decades. When we had a clinic, our family cooked porridge every day.â
Felix looked at the young translator.
The 16-year-old young man was gradually getting into the mood. After thinking for a few seconds, he said, âBe-careful. Drink.â
In Felixâs ears, this sentence was basically equivalent to, âBe careful. Drink!â
Felix quickly picked up his bowl and drank it. His actions were devout, as if he was drinking diabetes urine given by a mafia boss. It was sweet with a little endocrine disorder, but also bitter with social pressure.
Ling Jiezhou was a little happy. He showed off to the surrounding neighbors, âLook at this porridge of mine. Foreigners all like to drink it.â
As he spoke, he took out his phone and took a few photos.
Felix cooperated obediently and said in a fawning manner, âYouâre Doctor Lingâs father, right? Are you in charge of running this clinic?â
Because he was Ling ranâs father, Ling ran did not ask the young man to speak. Instead, he translated it himself.
Ling Jiezhou laughed when he heard this. Then, he said seriously, âTell him that Iâm not running this clinic. The clinic is mine.â
Ling ran translated directly.
Felix was stunned. He looked at the building of the clinic and could not help but say, âIt must have cost a lot to build such a clinic.â
Ling ran thought for a moment and answered directly, âItâs necessary to spend millions of dollars.â
âThat much?âFelix was surprised. He looked at the right side and could not help but say, âThis clinic of yours can perform surgeries?â
âOf course.âLing ran nodded and said, âCurrently, there are hand surgery and plastic surgery.â
âPlastic surgery?âFelix finally came to a realization and said, âSo, this is not the poorest area in China?â
There would be free clinics in poor black neighborhoods, but at most, there would be a need for abortion. How could there be a need for plastic surgery.
Felix looked at the appearance of Lower Groove Clinic once again, he became envious of Ling ran again. âSo, you still have a clinic worth a million dollars that you can inherit? âIf I Were you, I would turn this clinic into a professional heart bypass clinic. âIs China allowed to have such a clinic?â
âI donât know.âLing ran did not seem to care at all. He was familiar with the difficulty of managing a hospital or clinic. He did not think that it would be a more comfortable choice to do a heart bypass in his own clinic.
As for making more money, that was not in his consideration at all.
âIf I Were you⦠If I Were youâ¦âFelix mumbled a few sentences and did not continue. Ling ranâs conditions were so good that he did not even know where to start.
âWhat are foreigners saying?âLing Jiezhou scooped another bowl of porridge for his son. He then looked at the nagging Felix and was a little curious.
Ling ran shook his head. âIâm talking to myself.â
âHeâs a little silly,âling Jiezhou said with some regret, âHe looks a little flashy in his clothes. Did he get sick or something?â
âHe didnât get sick.â
âThen heâs just silly.âLing Jiezhou rolled his eyes. âIf he didnât get sick, heâs an official doctor, right?â
âYes.â
âWhy donât we⦠get a foreigner to help us with a consultation?âLing Jiezhou was still filled with affection and anticipation for his small clinic.
In a small place like lower groove, if there was a foreign doctor attending the consultation, even if it was useless, it could still increase his reputation. It was just like how a kindergarten would invite Filipinos to attend an English class, the gimmick of bilingual teaching was worth at least twenty registration cards!
Ling ran also felt that it was feasible. Even though the residents of lower groove did not seem to have any serious illnesses, if a professional doctor were to give advice on the heart, it would still be possible to increase the average life expectancy by a little.
So, Ling ran asked Felix, âMy father wants to invite you to attend to patients in the clinic for a few days. Are You Willing?â
âI can do medical consultations, but I canât treat them.âFelix agreed very quickly. He wanted to learn Ling ranâs skills because he had something to ask of him. He did not have any objections to attending to patients.
Ling ran nodded at Ling Jiezhou and said, âHe agreed.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âReally?âAfter Ling Jiezhou confirmed it again and again, he immediately got up and left the room. His voice came from behind him. âIâll go make a few banners.â
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