Ling Ran parked his little Jetta and smelled the smell of rotten meat. He immediately closed the door and got out of the car, heading straight to the kitchen.

In the large pot, which is as big as a 205-pound fat man's waist, steam is rising, and you can smell the aroma of fermented bean curd and meat.

The difference between bad pork and braised pork lies in the presence of fermented bean curd.

On the one hand, fermented bean curd can neutralize the greasiness of pork itself; on the other hand, fermented bean curd can bring a rich and long-lasting aromatic substance.

Aromatic substances are the source of all aromas, including tea, coffee, red wine, ham, white wine, and minced meat.

Smelling the familiar and tempting smell, Ling Ran couldn't help but lick his tongue.

What impressed him most about the food at home was the pork. Compared with Ms. Tao Ping's eccentric cooking skills, the pork cooked by his father Lingjie porridge was of stable quality.

Each bowl weighs one pound of pork, cut into thick slices, the total number is always 24 slices, and the remaining weight is attributed to fermented bean curd, which perfectly solves the problem of weight imbalance.

The pork belly is all made from pork belly, either fat or lean, either all four layers of pork belly, or all five layers of pork belly, never mixed.

The bad pork is also very pure. The fermented bean curd is homemade by the Cao family on the street. The old shop has been in business for sixty or seventy years. It is the same store as the Xiagou Clinic. It is well-made and stable.

The time for steaming the meat and the amount of water in the pot are also regulated, so you can expect delicious food without any doubts.

Although the food in Shanghai is rich, the taste is different after all. After staying outside for a month, Ling Ran's stomach really couldn't bear it. Speaking of which, he has left Yun for more than 20 years.

Hua really doesn't have much time.

Even when he was in college, Ling Ran was in Yunhua and would go home often.

Especially during the freshman year, when the newly admitted young people all regarded independence as a source of pride, Ling Ran still went home frequently without feeling ashamed at all. Of course, the female classmates at that time praised him for being an example of "filial piety".

It also encouraged Ling Ran.

Ling Ran found a wet rag, grabbed the lid of the steamer, and took a look.

The red, plump pieces of meat were trembling under the influence of the steam, while they stood firm with their chests and heads raised, still maintaining a certain degree of hardness.

"It's not cooked yet." Ling Ran sighed.

"It's almost done." Ling Jiechu walked out and looked at Ling Ran and smiled: "I heard the car, so I guessed that you had to go to the kitchen first. What, your dad is not as important as cooking meat?"

"Just as important." Ling Ran answered without looking back. This was all a routine.

Ling Jie porridge hummed twice, then smiled and said: "There is already a pot ready, I am drying it, how do you want to eat it?"

"Ah...it's ready." Ling Ran's mood suddenly became steaming, and he immediately said: "Rice, let's soak in the soup."

The steamed bad meat, meat oil and fermented bean curd are mixed at the bottom and used to soak the rice. It is an enhanced version of lard rice. In ancient times, it was probably unparalleled in deliciousness. In modern times, it is still the same.

Ling Jie Porridge chuckled twice: "You guessed it, the rice is in the rice cooker, scoop it out yourself. Also, eat less, it's not healthy."

Ling Ran said "Yes" and felt hungrier than ever, as if he hadn't had a full meal in the past month.

Ling Jiezhu watched Ling Ran busy in the kitchen with a smile. When he took the first bite, he asked: "Son, I heard that you can do major surgeries now, and you even performed it on Liu Weichen."

Operation?"

"Yes." Ling Ran squinted his eyes and directly used chopsticks to pick up a piece of rice soaked in oil. The rice grains were clearly defined, covered with oil and glistening. The rice grains that had been cooked for a while were slightly stiff, as if

The rice grains seem to have grown muscles, and when soaked with meat oil, they look like brave Spartacus warriors. They cling to the stainless steel spoon as if they are wearing armor.

Ling Ran swallowed it in one gulp.

Rich in oils and semi-hard and semi-soft carbohydrates, full of sinful taste.

"Is it delicious?" Ling Jiezu asked.

Ling Ran nodded.

"Do you still want to eat?" Ling Jiezu asked again.

Ling Ran glanced at Ling Jiezhu warily, then thought about it again and said, "The surgery I performed cannot be performed at Xiagou Clinic, and no celebrities would come to Xiagou Clinic for surgery."

"I know, I know, even if a celebrity comes to our clinic, I don't dare to do it." Ling Jiezhu laughed twice and said: "At least let me decorate it, and then we can have that atmosphere. By the way, come on

That one...Brother Shanyu, haven’t you been here before?”

Ling Jie Zhou said the last sentence in a low voice, so as not to have ears through the wall.

Living in an old alley, neighbors can be very friendly or very annoying.

Ling Ran raised his head and glanced at his father: "She's just here for a massage, I don't know her."

"It's okay, she just knows you, but we won't talk about her today." Ling Jiezu paused for a moment, then said: "I just want to do this...you said, you can replant your severed finger."

Yes, the precision of that surgery is very high, right?"

Ling Jiechou's own medical level is such that even a barefoot doctor would be afraid of killing people, but he watched his father and grandfather open a clinic and grew up in a clinic, so he has some understanding of medicine itself.

Ling Ran nodded slightly: "Surgery under a microscope, the accuracy of blood vessel anastomosis is relatively high."

"A microscope with more than 4x power."

"Now we all use 8x lenses." Ling Ran said.

"Technology is developing really fast. In the past... forget it, not to mention this, you should also be able to do beauty stitches." Ling Jie Zhou came closer and picked up a piece of red, fat and tender meat.

He put it into Ling Ran's bowl and said with a smile: "Do you want to come to our clinic and get some cosmetic stitches? If you want to use a microscope, I can also find a way to lend you one..."

"Okay." Ling Ran picked up a whole piece of meat with chopsticks, chewed it twice, and then took another mouthful of rice. He felt that all the pores in his body were about to open up.

Ling Jie Zhou was still thinking about eight ways to persuade his son. Ever since he was a child, Ling Ran had never been the obedient type, and Ling Jie Zhou had long since given up on asking him to do things according to his own ideas.

However, when he heard Ling Ran agree so happily, Ling Jiezhu was still quite surprised: "You said yes?"

"kindness."

"Why?"

"Because I do know how to use cosmetic injections." Ling Ran finished the bowl of rice in two mouthfuls. After thinking for a while, he didn't add more rice. Instead, he wiped his mouth and asked, "How many patients do you have?"

Ling Jiezu looked at his son doubtfully, and then said: "A patient will be sent to you soon. He is a client of Jinlu Company. They take a 15% commission. If you can do it, the rest will be ours."

If you can do it again, I will let them send patients again, because it is the peak season at night."

"Okay." Ling Ran agreed and then asked, "What should I do with Dr. Miao?"

"There are ordinary patients who do it for him, and you won't do it every day, so just let him do it the rest of the time." Ling Jiechu calculated it very clearly. There were many people coming and going in his clinic.

There is talk of 46 points or 64 points, but he has to secure his clinic first, otherwise, once the line of Jinlu Company is disconnected, it will be troublesome to connect it again.

Ling Ran didn't think much about it. He went to take a shower and change clothes first, and then came downstairs, already wearing a white coat.

"Xiaoran is back."

"Just in time, Doctor Ling, give me a massage."

"Xiaoran, has anyone found a suitable one in the hospital?"

Neighbors greeted each other in a very natural manner.

Ling Ran massaged the shoulders and neck of the old lady who asked for a massage, and then rubbed the legs of the old man. The high-end customers of Golden Deer Company were in place.

She was a girl with a bruised corner of her eye. She wore heavy makeup and a short skirt. She looked critically at the old building of Xiagou Clinic and said, "I've had eye surgery, can you do it? If not, I'll...

"

"Okay." Ling Ran interrupted her and asked, "Do you have any allergies?"

"Ah...no." The girl answered hesitantly.

"Let me check you first." Ling Ran said and performed a physical examination of her head, first by visual inspection and then by palpation.

The girl blushed at first when Ling Ran saw her, and then she screamed "Ah...ah...".

Dr. Miao Tansheng sat quietly in his chair. He could see what Ling Jie Zhou meant, but he did not want to intervene.

He knew that Ling Ran was a medical student intern at Yunhua Hospital, and he also heard a lot of praise about his son from Ling Jiezu. However, as a doctor, Miao Tansheng knew the level of interns very well.

Let Ling Jie Zhou hit the wall and understand the difficulty of beauty injections. Besides, Miao Tansheng thought so, so he sat calmly on the chair.

Cosmetic acupuncture is not a high-end skill. In many beauty hospitals or medical aesthetics departments of hospitals, some people can do it. If it is a separate training, it would take a doctor or even a non-doctor to train a person who can sew cosmetic acupuncture, which takes one, two, or three years.

The time spent is nothing more than the difference between whether the sewing is good or not.

Even the beauty hospital with the lowest requirements has a lot of people who graduate in three months.

However, Miao Tansheng is confident that his methods are considered good in Yunhua City.

Not to mention those who are worse than him, but those who are better than him, I'm afraid Ling Jiezhou can't even afford it.

Miao Tansheng watched with a smile as Ling Ran removed the makeup of the girl with heavy makeup, and then watched him pretend to choose sutures after debridement.

Miao Tansheng kept thinking in his heart: It's too amateurish, it's too amateurish, you have to negotiate the price, let the other party choose the sutures, it's too amateurish...I'm going to get rid of it!

I saw Ling Ran, who had been doing tension-reducing sutures all afternoon, and a set of 4 stitches was completed in just a few seconds.

Next, I saw him slowly starting to look for sutures again, and then suturing the skin...

Miao Tansheng stood up unconsciously, moved closer to Ling Ran, and watched his operations carefully, and then got closer and watched his operations carefully...

"Doctor Miao, is my son doing okay?" Ling Jiezu stood next to Miao Tansheng at some point and looked at him with a smile.

"Okay, that's good..." Miao Tansheng raised his eyebrows and smiled uncomfortably: "Doctor Ling really has a family background."

"Doctor Miao has been working hard recently. I think from now on, when my son comes back, I will let him do some things. Dr. Miao, you can also get off work early and have a good rest. I will try to let Ling Ran go home as much as possible. What do you think?

?”

Miao Tansheng hesitated for a few seconds, then looked at Ling Ran's intradermal suturing, and fell into deep thought: This technique, this is not an ordinary technique... If I could learn this technique from him...

"If Dr. Ling is willing to do it, let Dr. Ling do it. I'm not in a hurry to go back, just in case it comes in handy." Dr. Miao said with a smile and said: "Director Ling, don't worry, I said I was tired before.

It's just shouting, and I can handle the intensity of overtime work in the clinic."

Dr. Miao said, taking advantage of the situation to stand next to Ling Ran, and started to steal the teacher openly.

Ling Ran didn't care. There are some techniques that are worthless if you understand them thoroughly. However, if you don't pierce the window paper, it's difficult to achieve success with your understanding. Not to mention, tension-reducing hidden sutures and intradermal sutures have been circulated for many years.

The mature techniques of the genre, what Miao Tansheng sees now, he can always see elsewhere if he takes the trouble to do so.

As for the explanation, Ling Ran was not interested.
Chapter completed!