Farmhouses in Hutouxia, unless they are old customers, are queuing up to eat fruit. The drivers of the farmhouse drive their own battery cars and line up in the parking lot to pick up people, and whoever's turn it is will get the food.

Doctor Zhou's turn was in a large courtyard with no view of the mountain stream.

There is a tree planted in the middle of the yard, surrounded by four automatic mahjong machines. In a circle of houses at the back, there are private rooms where you can eat and play mahjong.

"We want a box and a mahjong machine." Dr. Zhou made the request skillfully. Then, he touched the edge of the mahjong machine, picked a direction with good feng shui, sat down, and simulated to himself.

Bundle.

Ling Ran was left at the entrance of the yard and had no choice but to turn the wheelchair with his hands and circle around the yard.

Not to mention, it actually takes less effort to move when sitting in a wheelchair. Sitting is more comfortable than standing, and running on wheels is much faster than walking.

If you are in a wheelchair for a short period of time, it is really a good experience.

Ling Ran couldn't help but wonder, if everyone in the treatment team was in a wheelchair, the daily work efficiency might be improved.

"Ling Ran, do you want to play mahjong?" Doctor Zhou asked this question politely, and then he was stunned by the question.

Ling Ran hesitated for a few seconds, then looked at the desolate surroundings, then nodded and said, "Count me in."

"Hey, you can play mahjong?" Dr. Zhou was surprised.

"I played it when I was in school."

Dr. Zhou suddenly became interested: "Did you have a good time?"

Ling Ran recalled, "Compared to other games, it's a little better."

“How much better is better?”

"An increase of 5% to 10% winning rate." Ling Ran answered with data.

Dr. Zhou couldn't help but think of Ling Ran's daily consultations in the department. The familiar yet unfamiliar tone almost dragged him into an overtime work environment.

Dr. Zhou couldn't help but tremble all over, with goosebumps all over his body.

He looked at Ling Ran with a solemn expression again and asked, "We are going to play mahjong until evening, is that okay?"

"No problem." Ling Ran will make various considerations before making a decision, and will not overturn it easily.

"Eating, drinking, going to the toilet, these things are all trivial matters when it comes to the mahjong field. You have to race against time to do them, and you can't take away the time to play mahjong. Is that okay?"

"no problem."

"You have indeed played mahjong before, right?"

"Been beaten."

"Okay." Dr. Zhou then took out his cell phone and made another call.

Not long after, Zhao Lele and Zheng Pei came over in a battery car.

"Why did I hear you say that Ling Ran wants to play mahjong?" Zhao Lele waved his hands and walked in, looking like he was having fun.

Dr. Zhou babbled and said, "I have nothing to do. Let's gather four people and start."

Zhao Lele looked in the direction directed by Dr. Zhou and saw Ling Ran using both arms to move in front of the wheelchair, behind the wheelchair, braking the wheelchair, and drifting, experiencing an alternative life.

Zhao Leyi stared at it for a few seconds and said: "Don't hit your head when you fell down. Forget it, let's share some of the flying knife money with him. My wife has recently taken a fancy to a bag and is clamoring to buy it.

, it’s really going to die.”

Zheng Pei, who came in behind, agreed even more, with thick eyebrows and big eyes and a cheerful smile: "I'm waiting to pay the rent."

"You pay the rent by playing mahjong? Are you going to be admitted to the hospital?" Dr. Zhou laughed out loud as he spoke, and called to the boss: "Bring me a pot of tea, and let's start playing mahjong."

The boss agreed and asked: "What's for dinner? Our specialty is roasted local chicken, you can also have hot pot, barbecue..."

"Then let's roast local chicken." Dr. Zhou said, "We have a lot of people, so you can get a chicken first, and then prepare some barbecue. When people come, we will order more."

"Okay, no problem." The boss happily went down to prepare.

Ling Ran rolled his wheelchair over and said, "Make another pig's feet."

"Okay." The boss glanced at Ling Ran's injured foot, but lowered his voice and said, "Would you like a wild boar's foot? It's best to use the shape to make up for the shape."

"No." Ling Ran refused without thinking and said, "Choose the fattest pig's feet. You can roast or braise them."

Ling Ran missed Lu Wenbin a little now.

When he was in Wuxin City, Lu Wenbin used different methods to make pig's feet, and they all tasted good, but he didn't know that the level of farmhouses in Hutou Gorge could reach Lu Wenbin's level...

"Let's play mahjong." Dr. Zhou didn't want to waste time now, so he greeted a few people and went to the table.

Ling Ran went to the chair next to the mahjong table and sat in the wheelchair. He just twisted his foot with one leg. It didn't have to be so complicated originally, but after it was splinted, he couldn't help it anymore.

However, once you get there, you'll be at ease. Ling Ran's expectations for team building were already very low, and now that he's twisted his feet, he feels like he's at peace with himself.

He carefully inspected the tea cup, scalded it repeatedly with boiling water, then brewed tea leaves, wiped the table with the remaining water, and cleaned the two sets of mahjong.

Doctor Zhou, Zhao Lele and Zheng Pei were stunned.

Finally, Ling Ran used the alcohol gel he brought with him to smear the mahjong and the tabletop, and when he put on his gloves, two more tables of mahjong were already playing in the courtyard of the farmhouse.

"Let's begin." Ling Ran opened the mahjong machine seriously.

The long-lost sound of shuffling cards resounded from the belly of the automatic mahjong machine.

Several of the later Doctor Yun people came over consciously or unconsciously.

"Does Dr. Ling know how to play mahjong?"

"Wow, your game is too big. If you pay 5 yuan, one round will cost hundreds of yuan."

"You are trying to defraud Dr. Ling of his money, right?"

The little nurse who came in again looked at the money on the tables and became anxious immediately.

Zhao Le laughed heartily: "Based on the delay you, Dr. Ling, have made, we have to charge some interest..."

"That is to say, the first one leads to the rich, and then the other one gets rich," Zheng Pei said with a smile, laying out the neat mahjong tiles in front of him, and his expression became serious: "There is no father and son at the mahjong table, Ling Ran, don't

Blame me for making money from you."

"Okay." Ling Ran also cheered up.

My ankle is sprained, so I just want to enjoy the team building life.

Ling Ran thought so.

Thirty minutes later, Ling Ran's expression remained unchanged, but the expressions of everyone else at the card table changed again and again.

"how so?"

"Ling Ran, you are hiding everything."

"You're counting cards, right?"

The other three people looked at the small drawer of the card table with less and less money, their eyes full of confusion.

Ling Ran looked at the card table, trying not to think about things other than the table.

The card table is square and square, with certain rules. It is an environment acceptable to Ling Ran. Of course, it cannot be compared with the operating room, but if you ignore the current environment and just play mahjong, it is an entertainment activity acceptable to Ling Ran.

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"Forget it, I won't fight, let's replace him." Zhao Lele stood up with shaking hands and asked around: "Who will fight?"

A group of people around him shook their heads in unison.

Looking at Ling Ran, the men didn't want to lose money, while the women didn't want Ling Ran to see themselves playing mahjong...

Zhao Le was forced to sit back again.
Chapter completed!