of the Main Text Volume of Great Doctor Ling Ran: The Fragrant Garden? "Dr. Zhao, eating, drinking, going to the toilet, these things are all idle matters when it comes to the mahjong field. You have to race against time to do it, and you can't take away the time for playing mahjong."

Ling Ran carefully repeated the rules Dr. Zhou had mentioned before.

Rules that everyone agrees on must be carefully maintained.

Zhao Leyi was speechless and speechless. He sat back in his seat angrily, playing cards dully, looking up from time to time to see if there was any replacement fool...

While waiting, Zhao Lele's wallet began to bleed slowly, and not much came out. However, considering that what came out was the little bits and pieces of private property he had saved through all the hard work besides the fund he had prepared for his wife to buy.

Money, Zhao Le couldn't help but start struggling in his heart:

Should I leave by pretending to have a heart attack? Or should I leave by pretending to have a stomach problem? Pretending to have a stomach problem may not necessarily lead to leaving. Lao Zhou will treat stomach problems. However, pretending to have a heart attack is easy to get an electric shock. If you get a 150j shot for no reason, your legs will be hurt.

It needs to be soft. If you encounter someone with hand cramps, it will cost 200j to start, which is unbearable...

Ling Ran was focused on nothing else and won two more games in a row.

When he lived at home, the neighbors from Xiagou Clinic often came to play mahjong. When Ling Ran was young, he would occasionally take the place of his father or a temporarily separated uncle, aunt, or grandparent until the neighbors didn't want to.

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A card table that abides by established rules is barely an entertainment environment that Ling Ran can accept.

Just like playing a game, the rules of each game are at least the same.

Behind Ling Ran, more people gradually gathered.

Zhao Le became bored and asked by name: "Aren't you all going for a hike?"

"I just came over by the way."

"What about riding? Did you also ride here by the way?"

"yes."

Everyone is a graduate of the operating room, so their surgical skills may not be very good, and their conversational skills must not be weak.

Zhao Le had no choice but to straighten up his back again. Just as he was about to play a good game, a "pop" sound suddenly came from the kitchen in front of him, like the sound of a crock pot breaking.

If an ordinary person heard that the earthen jar was smashed, he would definitely guess that something fell to the ground or something was spilled.

However, to doctors, such sounds often mean danger:

Did someone fall? Traumatic or internal injury? Stroke or cardiac arrest?

Will it cause burns? Oil or water? Is it large in area and heavy in pollution?

Could it be a fall from a height? Is there any heavy bleeding?

People in the yard looked alertly towards the kitchen where the noise was coming from.

Zhao Lele stood up immediately and said loudly: "I'm going to see the boss."

The emergency doctor's long-trained hairy legs swung up, and Zhao Lele quickly ran into the kitchen.

Doctor Zhou and Zheng Pei looked at each other in front of the mahjong table, pushed away their chairs decisively, shouted "It's important to save people, it's important to save people", and decisively left the mahjong table as if it was something hurtful.

Comrade Zheng Pei, the resident doctor, thoughtfully picked up the first aid kit and followed closely behind Dr. Zhou.

That appearance, that distance, and that posture were all cultivated through disaster drills over the years.

Ling Ran's movements were obviously a beat slower. He raised his injured foot and moved the wheelchair slightly. Looking at the scene in front of him, he suddenly felt as if he had met a critically ill patient in Yun Medical.

Several other tables scattered in the courtyard also looked towards the kitchen with interest.

There were already two attending doctors and one inpatient rushed over. Naturally, there was no need for them to continue filling in. Everyone was just boringly guessing about the situation inside.

At this time, Zhao Lele's voice came again from the kitchen: "Hold it, control the bleeding first."

Zheng Pei's voice came next: "I brought hemostatic medicine."

Zhao Lele said loudly: "With such a big wound, what is the use of hemostatic drugs? It must be sutured. Is there an anesthetic?"

The boss' voice with an accent trembled: "Stop using anesthetics..."

"Oh, you guys, anesthetics have no side effects and can be metabolized quickly." Zhao Lele spoke in a critical tone and shouted at the same time: "Stop it, don't move around, you will lose more fluids without using anesthetics."

Sweat it."

"Why don't we just take some painkillers..." Zheng Pei's voice trembled, obviously unable to suppress it.

Zhao Le said dissatisfied: "If this were in your home, would you say that? Why not just sprinkle some painkillers? Why don't we save him?"

"I don't think it's serious." The boss's timid voice came through the kitchen wall, very weak.

"Whether it's serious or not, it doesn't matter what you say, stay there obediently. Dr. Zhou, please cooperate, oh, stop standing lazily... Splint, Xiao Zheng, didn't you bring a splint?" Zhao Lele's voice said

The biggest one, looking like he is in control of the whole place.

When several young nurses heard this, they couldn't sit still and said one after another: "Let's go help too."

"Well, the farmhouse we found this time doesn't have any scenery at all, so we might as well bandage our wounds."

"Don't dislike other people's farmhouses. Think about it from another angle. Maybe the boss knows that his farmhouse has less scenery, so he arranged the entertainment program."

"Is the show you're talking about about the boss self-inflicting harm on himself... It seems quite reasonable."

While they were talking, they walked into the kitchen and soon exclaimed.

"So serious!"

"Dr. Zhao is right. Such a serious injury must be sutured."

"I'll help with the splint."

Ling Ran listened to the sounds in the kitchen and couldn't help but move his wheelchair towards the kitchen.

There were many people in the small courtyard. There was a table here, a chair there, and people came over from time to time. When Ling Ran moved over, the kitchen door was already open.

In the expectant eyes of everyone, Zheng Pei walked out first, then the boss.

The boss was wearing a gray jacket, like a township cadre, and there was some fresh blood on the left waist. However, in the eyes of the doctors, it seemed strange to splint the waist. This is not how it was done.

"Here comes someone to help!" Zhao Lele came out from behind, holding a snow-white goose in his hand. The goose was entangled at the end, and the goose's feet were wrapped with bandages and splints, and they were straight.

Stretching.

Ling Ran looked at the big white goose in front of him in astonishment, weighing ten kilograms.

The big white goose opposite also looked curiously at Ling Ran, who had one leg stretched straight out.

Its eyes were still flexible enough to look at its own feet, and then at Ling Ran's feet.

"Wow, what a cute big white goose." Of course, some girls shouted happily.

"Boss, why is your big white goose injured?"

"Yes, such a cute goose is so pitiful when it is injured."

Other girls also expressed their opinions, which attracted general agreement from men.

The boss flicked his waist with his hand and said, "I lost my hand when I was slaughtering it and broke a casserole of mine."

In the farmyard, the silence seemed to last for three to five seconds.

Everyone finally knows why the boss didn't give me anesthesia.

There is really no reason to take anesthesia!

Zhao Le was a little embarrassed and said with two clicks: "It would be a pity to kill such a big goose."

"There are a lot of geese to eat." The boss looked back at Zhao Lele and said, "If we don't kill them, I won't be able to feed them anymore."

"Oh, it's just a little money for feed. What a shame just to save money."

"This is the farm goose reserved by other guests!" The owner of the farmhouse looked helpless and said: "If you feel it is a pity, just buy it."

Zhao Lele looked at the bandage he was bandaging the left leg of the local goose and couldn't help but said: "When I was in the hospital, the money I paid to splint the patient was enough to buy your goose."

The boss laughed twice and said: "A pound of goose here is 75 yuan."

Zhao Lele shook the goose in his hand, touched his wallet, and laughed twice.

The big white goose was leaning on Zhao Lele's arm, stretching out a goose paw clamped by a splint...the goose looked confused!

Zhao Lele held the goose in his arms, but it was too heavy. His hand slipped, and the goose flew out with its wings flapping, and suddenly broke away from his embrace.

The big goose flew to the ground and stood in front of Ling Ran, who was still empty. He raised a goose paw and looked at Ling Ran who also raised a leg.

Suddenly a little nurse next to me shouted: "It's so cute, let's buy it!"

“Crowdfund to buy the goose!”

"Yes, the big white goose is so white."

"Ahhh... let's raise geese together."

"Where are they kept?" The oldest nurse present was the nurse in charge, Nurse Liu, with a slight objection.

"It can be kept in the fountain pool behind the emergency center." Ling Ran stood up on one leg, stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, and said, "Let's call it... Xiangmanyuan."

Then, Ling Ran waved, called the boss, and said: "The goose money will be calculated from the mahjong money I won."
Chapter completed!