The Shao family restaurant, where Boss Shao is not around, is always less smoky and more formal.

Ling Ran casually ordered some tripe and barbecue to fill his belly, and it was considered lunch.

The tripe with boss Shao's secret sauce could only score 88 points at noon today.

For such a large Shao family restaurant, this can be regarded as a polite rather than a fair evaluation.

The vice president looked at Tian Qi who was eating happily, feeling curious and uneasy.

While Tian Qi was rushing to get the orange soda, the vice-dean quietly pulled Zuo Cidian's arm and whispered: "Is the Rolls-Royce really hers?"

"Probably." Zuo Cidian had been following Ling Ran for a while, and his words became more and more rigorous: "I haven't seen her driving license either."

"I mean... let's just treat someone to a barbecue? Is it enough to pay for the gas of a Rolls-Royce?"

Zuo Cidian glanced at him and asked, "What can you eat to deserve a Rolls-Royce transfer?"

The vice-president hesitated for a moment: "Well... our attitude should at least be clear. Not to mention ordering everything in the store. This is too tacky. At least... Well, I don't know what to say."

"My previous thoughts were somewhat similar to yours." Zuo Cidian suddenly seemed to agree with the vice president.

The vice president raised his head in surprise.

"Later, I also took Didi every day. After taking it for a while, I no longer had the same thoughts as you." Zuo Cidian lowered his head to eat tripe, then took a sip of tea to relieve tiredness, and said leisurely: "You also often

Let’s play Didi, have you ever driven a Rolls-Royce?”

The vice president looked at Zuo Cidian and said in confusion: "I saw it said in the news that I rarely take a taxi. Usually when I go to and from get off work, the hospital sends a car to pick me up. Today is indeed a special situation. Excuse me……"

During the second half, Zuo Cidian didn't listen at all.

When he heard that there was a hospital car taking him to and from get off work, Zuo Cidian suddenly realized that although the middle-aged man with thinning hair in front of him looked respectful on the surface, he was actually a leader!

If you do the math, if the vice president of Yunhua Third Hospital is transferred to the town health center, it will be easy for him to become the president.

In other words, the middle-aged man with thinning hair in front of him was Zuo Cidian's previous lifelong goal, ideal in life, reward of struggle, and medal of hard work.

It’s really disappointing…

Zuo Cidian's eyelids drooped. Just when he was about to say a few words, Zuo Cidian looked over the head of the vice president and saw Ling Ran.

Ling Ran was still in a very leisurely state, eating tripe in one mouthful, eating two mouthfuls and then wiping his mouth with a tissue. Although the tissue came from the Hermès tissue box, but still...

Fortunately, nothing in life comes true!

Afternoon.

Ling Ran performed a few more operations and used up all the operating rooms in the three hospitals.

The infectious disease hospital will prepare multiple operating rooms because the utilization rate of their operating rooms is very low. Of course, the third hospital did not expect that Ling Ran would perform surgeries so quickly and with such high frequency.

On the other hand, it also means that the cost of infection surgery is high - in many local hospitals, if two infected patients are received a day, the operating room will have a red light warning.

The surgery time was agreed upon tomorrow, and the vice-dean personally arranged a vehicle to take Ling Ran home.

Now that the infection surgery has begun, Ling Ran is planning to finish the surgeries in the third hospital, just in time to free up some space in the newly built ward to facilitate installation by workers and tidying up by medical staff.

Xiagou Clinic.

Hidden in the quiet is the lively courtyard, where neighbors are happily taking injections, taking medicine, and chatting.

"Dongsheng isn't here today?" Ling Ran decisively discovered that the sign for massage was buttoned up, and asked the little novice monk first when he entered.

Ling Jiezhou was busy issuing invoices and collecting money, Le's eyebrows were trembling: "Dongsheng saved enough money for a box of medicine and took it back to the mountain. His master now comes with a medicine jar."

Ling Ran nodded "Oh".

"The core problem now is that Dr. Xiong wants to raise prices again." Ling Jiezhu sent the patient away, stood up, and said angrily: "I see that our business is getting better, so I will try something new."

Money, he would say how much is the average price in the industry, and he was holding him back. Then he would say that the current workload has increased, the working hours have been extended, and working overtime is inhumane. I am like a humane boss...

Bah, do I look like an inhumane boss?"

Ling Ran looked at his father quietly and asked, "How much does he want to add?"

"This is not a question of how much to raise, this is a question of principle!" Ling Jiechu said angrily: "When business is good, we need to raise wages. When business is not good, can we reduce wages? Employees' wages are equal to

Oil prices are the same, they can only go up but not go down."

Ling Ran said "Oh" calmly.

"It's not that you can't raise your salary. There has to be a procedure. For example, if you raise your salary once a year... three years, I can understand that he can get benefits." Ling Jiezhu said, patting his thigh: "

This is a good idea, Dr. Xiong and I will have a good chat later."

"Why wait?"

"You have to wait until you get off work. Look how busy the clinic is now." Ling Jiezu shook his head.

Ling Ran had no intention of participating. After his father finished speaking, he went to the lounge chair under the eaves, relaxed himself comfortably, turned on his phone, and clicked on the game.

About ten minutes.

The game is over.

Ling Ran raised his eyebrows and started another game without any discouragement.

Game after game.

About forty or fifty minutes later, Ling Ran put down the phone indifferently, and Dr. Xiong's fierce voice of struggle could be heard in his ears: "The Yang's Sliced ​​Noodles in the alley have gone up by 50 cents. I've gone up by 20 cents a month, shouldn't I?"

"

"The price of Yang's sliced ​​noodles has increased because the video of Mr. Yang using his injured hand to slice noodles went viral, and the price went up because more customers came."

"I bandaged Lao Yang's hand."

"My son sewed it."

"You can't make me unable to even eat noodles!"

"With your retirement salary of five to six thousand a month, you will definitely be reluctant to eat noodles. There is nothing I can do about it."

"The retirement salary is in the hands of my wife. If she wants me to eat noodles, why should I go out? Forget it, is 20 yuan still money?"

Ling Jiezhu was furious: "If you don't count the money, give it to me. You still need 20 yuan more, and 5 yuan is the most."

Dr. Xiong was helpless: "Boss Ling, the lowest price you can bargain for now is 10 yuan."

"Okay, just ten yuan!"

Ling Ran listened to the sound of their argument and slowly went upstairs. At some point, he fell into a deep sleep.

The next day.

Two o'clock in the morning.

The alleys in Xiagou were completely silent.

Stray cats and dogs have long since disappeared without a trace.

Even the breakfast shop was not lit.

Ling Ran woke up and got up, washed up briefly, and then drove out of his Jetta in the backyard. When he arrived at the entrance of the alley, he saw the vegetable stall owner yawning and preparing to start his pickup truck.

When the vendor saw Ling Ran, he immediately said hello energetically. After watching Ling Ran's little Jetta drive away, the stall owner took a photo with a happy face and sent it to Moments with the caption
Chapter completed!