A patient with a broken bone was brought to the emergency room and sent away.

A patient with persistent nosebleeds was brought to the emergency room and sent away.

A patient with a fish bone stuck in his throat was brought to the emergency room and sent away.

Most of the patients in the emergency room suffer from minor ailments, and some even just find it troublesome to go to the outpatient clinic, so they come for an infusion and a prescription for medicine and then leave.

Even for junior residents, it is not difficult to deal with these patients' illnesses, and it can be said to be a daily routine.

For Ling Ran, dealing with these patients can be said to be a break. Before there were first- and second-level critically ill patients, most of the patients he saw in the emergency room today were probably slightly larger than those with severed fingers.

Replant.

After all, the perfect replantation of the severed finger has allowed him to complete the series of surgeries very easily. Moreover, the replantation of the severed finger is not life-threatening and is lower than the risk for patients with persistent nosebleeds...

However, for patients, the treatment in the emergency room is relatively reassuring. This is also a department setting that has obvious advantages under the modern hospital system.

Ling Ran paid attention to the increase in the number of people who "identified" at first, but soon stopped paying attention and focused on doing his own thing.

This was originally his style of doing things. Just look at something and just do it.

Outside moves and the like have always had little effect on Ling Ran.

Moreover, from Ling Ran's point of view, when one case has hundreds of "identifications", it is meaningless to study the growth of identification in detail.

The requirement of a total of 10,000 people who agree is equivalent to thirty or forty cases, maybe twenty or thirty cases, and the task will be completed.

As far as the current mission situation is concerned, it is relatively easy to get the intermediate treasure chest this time.

"Ling...Doctor Ling, do you want to have a word with your friends in the live broadcast room?" Han Yu carefully pushed the wheel from behind. From the looks of it, he was quite proficient in operating the wheelchair.

Ling Ran was prescribing medicine for a patient with diarrhea. Hearing this, he couldn't help but be startled: "When will there be a live broadcast room again?"

Han Yu said with embarrassment: "I posted a lot of videos in one go, but they were all restricted. Then some viewers suggested that I set up a live broadcast room, so I did it. It was pretty good. I had 1,000 viewers right after I opened it."

There are many people, and nearly half of them can stay."

Zuo Cidian hummed from the side: "Of course you live broadcast Dr. Ling. If you ask Dr. Ling to help you sell lipstick, he can help you sell a container."

Han Yu was stunned for a moment, then looked down at his phone and couldn't help but smile.

Seeing this scene, Zuo Cidian regretted and said, "Your live broadcast room is already open?"

"Yeah." Han Yu is a very generous person online, but in person he still feels a little guilty when facing the older Zuo Cidian.

Zuo Cidian coughed twice and quickly looked at Han Yu's mobile phone camera and said, "I am here to express my admiration for Dr. Ling."

Han Yu forced a smile and continued to look down at the phone, so as not to show his expression and make Zuo Cidian embarrassed.

Zuo Cidian felt something was wrong and asked quickly: "What are the people in your live broadcast room talking about?"

Han Yu said in embarrassment: "You can say anything, but there are so many people now that I can't even get any comments."

"Really?" Zuo Cidian said, walking back to look at Han Yu's cell phone from behind.

Han Yu's camera was mainly facing Ling Ran. After a moment of hesitation, Zuo Cidian saw the screen.

Fonts of various colors really filled the live broadcast room with handwriting.

Among them, the most obvious one is the text that lines up the screen:

We don’t want to see preserved eggs, we want to see Dr. Ling.

Zuo Cidian almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

"Young people nowadays talk too casually..." Zuo Cidian was extremely unhappy.

Han Yu quickly made a "shush" gesture to him.

Zuo Cidian's expression changed. He looked down at Han Yu's phone again and saw another row of words written all over it:

"There are a lot of old guys' voices in the hospital."

Zuo Cidian's face turned green with anger, and he thought to himself: I am 42 years old, and I am still a young and middle-aged person recognized by the United Nations!

However, Han Yu had no time to pay attention to Zuo Cidian's mood.

She tried her best to find the best angle to shoot Ling Ran to meet the requirements of the crowd in the live broadcast room.

Her audience is about to exceed 2,000 people. As far as Han Yu knows, this is a good result.

Zuo Cidian frowned in displeasure, waited a few more seconds, and said, "Well, you live broadcast in the emergency room is against the rules, so get it over with."

Han Yu said reluctantly: "Can't I just take care of Dr. Ling?"

"No, we have to take care of the privacy of the patients in the emergency room. You don't want to have a cell phone pointed at you since you just came in." Zuo Cidian said reasonably.

Han Yu hesitated for two seconds and whispered: "Can you let me finish filming this?"

"If you step on a nail in your foot, what's there to photograph?" Zuo Cidian was talking about the middle school student who was stabbed by Ling Ran.

Han Yu forced herself to act coquettishly: "Just let me finish the filming."

"No." Zuo Cidian shook his head resolutely, and it was okay if he didn't say anything. Now that he thought about it, he couldn't let Han Yu continue filming. The online live broadcast was too difficult to control.

Han Yu had to put down her phone regretfully and showed it to Zuo Cidian.

Only then did Zuo Cidian smile, and then he saw words still appearing on the blacked-out screen:

"Pidan is so bad!"

"Preserved eggs are so bad."

"Ugly people tend to make mischief."

"I'm going to throw away all the preserved eggs in the refrigerator."

Zuo Cidian forced a smile: "Young people today... think of me back then..."

At the same time, Ling Ran heard a "ding" reminder.

Mission accomplished: a little famous and recognized by thousands of people

Mission target: 10000/10000.

Mission reward: Intermediate treasure chest.

Ling Ran couldn't help but straighten up and thought to himself: 10,000 people have been reached so quickly.

The patient's family members stopped seeing the doctor and asked hurriedly: "Doctor, can his... foot work?"

"Oh, the foot is fine. Do you want a scar?" Ling Ran used the small scissors to cut off the last bit of rotten flesh on the outer edge of the wound, and then began to sew it up.

The patient's family members were a little confused for a moment and asked tentatively: "How much does it cost without leaving scars?"

Ling Ran was also confused by the question.

Zuo Cidian said quickly: "It has nothing to do with money, it just depends on your requirements for scars."

"Then everyone must leave no scars." The patient's family members laughed.

Zuo Cidian looked at the patient who looked like a middle school student and said with a smile: "This is a legal tattoo, even the school teachers can't find it."

Before the parents could react, the middle school student patient who was lying down could no longer bear it and shouted quickly: "Then give me an Ultraman tattoo."

Zuo Cidian's face suddenly turned green. What's going on with the students nowadays...

"We are not professional tattoo artists. You can just tell me the letters or something." Zuo Cidian said helplessly, and then said: "Is there a girl you like? I can sew the initials of her name."

The middle school students couldn't help but gasp excitedly: Then let's get an n tattoo.

"Sew it up." Zuo Cidian corrected him, and then said to Ling Ran: "Doctor Ling, why don't you sew it up?"

"Okay." Ling Ran followed the instructions smoothly.

At this time, the patient's family members who were just listening in their ears were already out of breath.

"You kid... you are really in love early!" The family member's voice seemed to be as hot as a gas iron.

"Don't shake, it will be sewn up soon." Ling Ran didn't notice at all and asked Zuo Cidian to hold the patient's feet and asked, "Has the anesthesia worn off? Can you feel the pain?"

"It doesn't hurt..." The middle school student's voice trembled slightly, and he continued to lie down, not daring to look at his father.

When the suturing was completed and Ling Ran handed the bandage to the nurse, the patient's father suddenly laughed.

The middle school student raised his head in surprise and thought to himself: My dad has indeed opened it, does he think he needs to save the gift money?

At this time, the patient's father said bitterly: "I want to know, you stinky boy, how do you show your tattoo to others? Should you take off your shoes with bare feet to show them, or should you take off your shoes first and then your socks?"
Chapter completed!