Chapter 1118： Listening

"These were all drawn by Dr. Ling yourself?"

Editor Wu Zhuang from the publishing house looked at the sketch in front and couldn't help but wonder.

"Yes." Ling Ran nodded.

"Dr. Ling is too versatile." Wuzhuang City exclaimed from his heart.

As an editor of Yunhua University Press, Wuzhuang City didn't need to go to the hospital to receive the manuscript, but because he heard Ling Ran's reputation and saw Ling Ran's photos, then, considering that his family might be in the future Wuzhuang City only made it difficult for him to get sick, and came to the emergency center of Yunyi to see Ling Ran and get to know him.

This road was originally used by WeChat to change a doctor. However, Wu Zhuang was still shocked when he saw the whole box of sketches.

Yu Yuan was full of admiration and said, "Dr. Ling now has to work for more than ten hours a day, with an average of 6 operations per day. He also has to round up rooms, give classes to Yunda students, and attend various meetings. , I took time to draw. I saw dozens of pictures in Dr. Ling's house before. The rest should be painted in the hospital? "

Yu Yuan also looked at Ling Ran with curiosity. She did not seem to see Ling Ran painting in the hospital.

Ling Ran thought about it and agreed: "Basically, it was painted at home and in the hospital."

During yesterday's break, Ling Ran drew dozens of paintings at home. When he was resting in the hospital this morning, he drew another 70 or 80 paintings. Together, he has watched a lot.

Ling Ran is also satisfied with this. Hospital operations and emergency departments are limited after all. For ordinary doctors, they may have fallen into the dilemma of lack of sleep, but for Ling Ran, it takes tens of minutes or hours to do some medical records, which is not considered to be Very hard.

After all, the young doctors of his age now spend hours writing medical records every day. That is really miserable.

Yu Yuan confirmed this and said to Wuzhuang City again: "So, these sketches were drawn by Dr. Ling with little rest time and painstaking effort. They are not only the accumulation of thousands of surgeries by Dr. Ling, but also Work hard. "

"It's really amazing." Wuzhuang City's coordination praise, even seven or eight points of sincerity.

Looks to him like Ling Ran is so handsome. Even if he uses body writing, he can sell books to make a fortune. He is still willing to be a doctor, and he is famous. It is indeed remarkable.

Especially when I see the serious lines and enthusiasm in these sketches, Wuzhuang City even has a trace of guilt-I just want to use Ling Ran's photo as the cover, and I can sell thousands of books. It is too superficial. Too.

At this time, Yu Yuan couldn't help but tell Ling Ran: "Dr. Ling, don't be too hard. There are so many patients, and you are still counting on you."

"I didn't feel hard." Ling Ran smiled. He always does what he wants, and the long time to be a doctor and surgery is also because he likes to come.

"It's better if you don't feel hard." Yu Yuan suddenly got emotional.

There are always people like Ling Ran who seem to be born with more time than others. Yu Yuan couldn't help thinking of his graduate students, who were also busy and also doctors. Some doctors were three years old in their second births, and some were still single dogs. This kind of thing was unreasonable.

Listening to the dialogue between the two, Wuzhuang City felt more interesting and could not help thinking about it: "We can use these as promotional materials and add these paintings. I think we can do something more public and sell it to the public. "

The book said that it is the only way for top doctors. Ling Ran has some interest in this, but he only agrees, and does not involve specific implementation.

Leaving Yu Yuan to discuss with the editor, Ling Ran strolled back to the treatment room on the first floor of the emergency room.

The little doctors who were busy inside were suddenly nervous as the enemy was facing.

Dr. Zhou only had a glance at the performance of the little doctor in front of him and said, "The director is here?"

"It's Dr. Ling." The little doctor bowed his head and was clever.

"Oh ... Gee." Dr. Zhou looked back and greeted Ling Ran: "Do you want to get started?"

Dr. Zhou's tone is like giving a gift.

"Is my arm hurt?" Ling Ran glanced, feeling that his mouth was still quite big, and could not move his fingers, but he still waved his hand and said, "I came to see it first, I have to go to the ward for a while."

Dr. Zhou couldn't help but sigh with regret: "That's no way, the ward round is important."

The little doctor underneath breathed a sigh of relief and quickly made a suture.

Dr. Zhou saw this and smiled: "Yes, the stitching is not bad and can be afforded."

Said, Dr. Zhou stretched another lazy waist, but followed Ling Ran to take two steps, said: "I see Yu Yuan running before and after running, are you going to produce a book?"

"Not sure yet, but there may be a graphic book on liver vascular variation." Ling Ran simply answered.

Dr. Zhou nodded and pondered for a few seconds, saying: "Yu Yuan may not understand it, Zuo Cidian probably hasn't touched it yet. My suggestion, if you write a book, you should still report to Director Huo. "

"Oh, okay." Ling Ran followed suit and said, "Then I will say it now."

Dr. Zhou gave Ling Ran a serious look: "Are you upset?"

"No." Ling Ran was equally serious, and asked: "Why are you unhappy?"

Dr. Zhou was asked, indeed, why should he be unhappy? Director Huo is the director of the department and has all the powers of the department, that is, Ling Ran ...

Thinking this, Dr. Zhou couldn't help being surprised. He was just worried about Ling Ran's uncomfortable dissatisfaction-other doctors in the department were not qualified to be unhappy, but if it was Ling Ran ...

Dr. Zhou smiled and said to Ling Ran: "There is no reason, I just can't understand your temper."

Ling Ran is undecided, it is someone else's business to think about others ~ www.novelhall.com ~ He would not think about it.

"I will go to the office again." Dr. Zhou looked at Ling Ran's face, but decided to follow along to make a buffer. The power, even the power of a hospital department, is quite sensitive.

Walked side by side and entered the office in a while.

Huo Congjun watched a little tired sitting in a chair, frowning at the documents, and saw Ling Ran and Dr. Zhou, before he raised his brows and smiled, "Why are you two?"

"Your body is okay." Dr. Zhou rushed and said: "We are thinking, you stayed up late the first two days to rescue, I am afraid that you are exhausted."

"It's okay." Huo Congjun patted his chest and laughed out loud.

He knew that Dr. Zhou's words were half-truths, but seeing the two of them walking into the office together, especially Ling Ran's small face, still made Huo Congjun quite happy.

"When I was young, staying up late was nothing. During the night march, the stretcher should be lifted. In the case of temporary treatment, I would have to rush to the front again ..." Huo Congjun coughed twice. Then, his face was slightly pale and frowned again.

Ling Ran's brows also wrinkled, turned around and took the stethoscope back from the small box in the office, and said, "Director, I will listen."

"No." Huo Congjun immediately refused, and his voice was slightly harsher: "There are patients outside. I just had a medical examination some time ago."

Dr. Zhou could not help but took a step back. Other doctors in the department, and even doctors in other departments, Huo Congjun, who encountered this expression, retreated.

Ling Ran was unmoved: "Left lying position."