Chapter 244 Family Origins

Ling Ran parked his little Jetta, smelled bad meat, immediately closed the door and got out of the car, and went straight to the kitchen.

In the cauldron with a thick waist of a 205-jin fat man, steam is bubbling, and the aroma of fermented bean curd and meat can be smelled.

The difference between bad meat and braised meat lies in the presence of fermented bean curd.

On the one hand, fermented bean curd can neutralize the oiliness of pork itself, on the other hand, fermented bean curd can bring strong and long-lasting aromatic substances.

Aromatic substances are the source of all aromas, such as tea, coffee, red wine, ham, white wine, and bad meat.

Ling Ran couldn't help licking his tongue when he smelled the familiar and seductive smell.

For the food at home, he was most impressed by bad meat. Compared with Ms. Tao Ping's convulsive culinary awards, the bad meat made by her father Ling Jie porridge can be said to be of stable quality.

Each bowl of bad meat weighs one catty, cut into thick slices, the total is always 24 slices, and the remaining weight belongs to fermented bean curd, which perfectly solves the problem of unbalanced weight.

The bad pork is all made of pork belly, there are fat and thin, either all four-layer pork belly, or all five-layer pork belly, never mix and match.

The bad meat is also very pure. The fermented bean curd is made by Cao’s family on the street. The old shop has been in business for 60 to 70 years. It is a contemporary store with Xiagou Clinic. The production is excellent and stable.

There are also certain rules for the time of steaming meat and the amount of water in the pot. It is a delicacy that can be expected without doubt.

Although the food in the Shanghai market is rich, the taste is different after all. After staying outside for a month, Ling Ran's stomach really couldn't bear it. Speaking of which, in the past 20 years or so, he really didn't have much time to leave Yunhua.

Even if he is in college, Ling Ran is in Yunhua, and he will often go home.

Especially in the first year of freshman year, when the newly enrolled young people are all proud of their independence, Ling Ran still goes home frequently and is not ashamed at all. Of course, the female classmates at that time praised him as an example of "filial piety". It also encouraged Ling Ran.

Ling Ran found a wet rag, grabbed the lid of the steamer, and took a look.

The red, plump bad meats trembled under the action of the steam, while standing upright with their chests up, still maintaining a certain degree of hardness.

"It's not ripe yet." Ling Ran sighed.

"It's almost ready.

"Ling Jieju came out of the door, looked at Ling Ran and smiled: "I heard the sound of the car, so I guessed that you had to go to the kitchen first. "

"It's just as important." Ling Ran replied without turning his head. This is all a routine.

Ling Jie gruel hummed twice, smiled for a moment, and said, "There is already a pot ready, and I'm hanging it out, how do you want to eat it?"

"Ah...something is ready." Ling Ran's mood suddenly boiled, and he immediately said: "Rice, soak it in soup."

The steamed bad meat, mixed with meat oil and fermented bean curd, falls to the bottom and is used to soak rice. It is an enhanced version of lard rice. It was probably invincible and delicious in ancient times, but it is still the same in modern times.

Ling Jie porridge laughed twice: "Guess you are, the rice is in the rice cooker, scoop it up yourself. Also, eat less, it's not healthy."

Ling Ran gave an "En" and felt more hungry than ever, as if he hadn't eaten enough for a month.

Ling Jieju looked at Ling Ran busy in the kitchen with a smile on his face, and when he took his first bite, he asked, "Son, I heard that you can do major surgery now, and you even did it for Liu Weichen." Operation?"

"Yes." Ling Ran narrowed his eyes, and directly picked up a piece of rice soaked in oil with his chopsticks. The rice grains are distinct, and the whole body is covered with oil, glistening. The rice grains that have been boiled for a while are slightly stiff, as if the rice grains have grown muscles, and then soaked in meat oil, just like brave Spartacus warriors, they are clinging to the stainless steel spoons, It's like putting on armor.

Ling Ran swallowed it in one gulp.

Rich in fat and semi-hard, semi-soft carbohydrates, full of sinful taste.

"Is it delicious?" Ling Jie asked.

Ling Ran nodded.

"Do you still want to eat?" Ling Jie porridge asked again.

Ling Ran looked at Ling Jie porridge vigilantly, thought for a second, and said, "The Xiagou Clinic cannot perform the surgery I performed, and no celebrity will come to the Xiagou Clinic for surgery."

"I know, I know, even when celebrities come to our clinic, I don't dare to do it." Ling Jie congee laughed twice, and said: "At least let me decorate it, and then there will be that atmosphere. By the way, come on." That time...Brother Shanyu, didn't you come here?"

The last sentence of Ling Jie congee was made in a low voice, lest there be ears through the walls.

Living in an old alley, neighbors can be kind or annoying.

Ling Ran looked up at his father: "She's just here for massage, I don't know her."

"It's okay, as long as she knows you, but let's not talk about her today." Ling Jie porridge paused, and then said: "I want to do such a thing... You say, you can do finger replantation Well, the precision of that operation is very high, right?"

Ling Jiecong's own medical level is afraid of killing people even if he is a barefoot doctor, but he watched his father and grandfather open a clinic and grew up in the clinic, so he has a good understanding of medicine itself.

Ling Ran nodded slightly: "Surgeries under the microscope, the accuracy of blood vessel anastomosis is relatively high."

"It should be more than 4 times the microscope."

"The 8x lens is used now." Ling Ran said.

"Technology is developing really fast. In the past... Forget it, don't talk about it, you should be able to sew beauty needles." Ling Jie porridge came closer, and picked up a piece of red, fat, and tender meat. Put it in Ling Ran's bowl, and said with a smile, "Would you like to come to our clinic and get some beauty needles? If you want to use a microscope, I can find a way to lend you one..."

"Okay." Ling Ran picked up the whole piece of bad meat with one chopstick, chewed a couple of mouthfuls, and pulled a mouthful of rice, feeling that the pores all over his body were going to be permeable.

Ling Jiecong was still thinking about eight ways to persuade his son. Since childhood, Ling Ran was not the obedient type, and Ling Jiecong had long since given up the idea of ​​asking him to do things according to his own ideas.

However, hearing Ling Ran's willingness to agree so readily, Ling Jieju was quite surprised: "What do you agree?"

"kindness."

"Why?"

"Because I do know how to get beauty injections." Ling Ran ate up a bowl of rice in two bites. After thinking about it, he wiped his mouth and asked, "How many patients do you have?"

Ling Jiecong looked at his son suspiciously, and said again: "A patient will be delivered in a short while, the customers of Jinlu Company, they take 15% off, if you can do it, the rest will be ours. If you can do it again, I will let them send patients again, and the evening is the peak season."

"Yes." Ling Ran agreed, and then asked, "What about Dr. Miao?"

"An ordinary patient made it for him, and you don't know how to do it every day, so just let him do it for the rest of the time." Ling Jie congee made it very clear. There are a lot of people coming and going in his clinic. Four or six points or six or four points are all negotiable, but he has to establish his own clinic first, otherwise, once the line of Jinlu Company is cut off , it will be troublesome to connect it again.

Ling Ran didn't think much about it, he went to take a shower and changed clothes first, and then came downstairs, he was already in a white coat.

"Xiaoran is back."

"Exactly, Doctor Ling, give me a massage."

"Xiao Ran, has the hospital met any suitable ones?"

The neighbors in the neighborhood greeted each other with a very natural attitude.

Ling Ran massaged the shoulders and necks of the old lady who asked for a massage, and rubbed the legs of the old man, and Jinlu Company's high-end customers were in place.

It was a girl who was injured at the corner of her eye. She wore heavy makeup and wore a short skirt. She looked critically at the old building of the Xiagou Clinic, and said, "I have undergone eye synthesis, can you do it? If you can't do it, I will... "

"Yes." Ling Ran interrupted her and asked, "Do you have any allergies?"

"Ah...no." The girl replied with some hesitation.

"I'll give you an examination first." Ling Ran said and gave her a head physical examination, first by inspection and then by palpation.

The girl blushed at first when Ling Ran looked at her, and then screamed "Ah... ah..." when she was pressed.

Dr. Miao Tansheng sat quietly in his chair. He could see Ling Jieju's intentions, but he didn't want to intervene.

He knew that Ling Ran was a medical student intern at Yunhua Hospital, and he had heard a lot of compliments about his son from Ling Jieju, but as a doctor, Miao Tansheng knew the level of interns too well.

Let Ling Jie porridge run into a wall and understand the difficulty of beauty injections. Besides, Miao Tansheng thought so, so he sat comfortably on the chair.

Cosmetic acupuncture is not a high-end skill. Many cosmetology hospitals or hospitals have some people who can do it. If you train alone, you need to train a doctor or even a non-doctor who can sew cosmetic acupuncture, that is, one to two years, two to three years The time spent is nothing more than the difference between whether the sewing is good or not.

In the beauty hospital with the lowest requirements, there are also many people who have graduated in three months.

However, Miao Tansheng is confident that his methods are considered good in Yunhua City.

Not to mention those who are worse than him, but who are better than him, I'm afraid Ling Jiezhou can't afford to invite them.

Miao Tansheng watched Ling Ran remove the makeup of the girl with heavy makeup with a smile on his face, and watched him pretend to choose sutures after debridement.

Miao Tansheng kept muttering in his heart: Too amateur, too amateur, you have to negotiate the price, let the other party pick the stitches, too amateur... I'll go!

I saw that Ling Ran, who had already done reduced-tension sutures all afternoon, completed a set of 4 stitches in just a few seconds.

Next, I saw him slowly start looking for sutures again, and then do intradermal sutures...

Miao Tansheng stood up unconsciously, approached Ling Ran, watched his operation carefully, moved closer, carefully watched his operation...

"Doctor Miao, is my son doing okay?" Ling Jiecong stood beside Miao Tansheng at some point, looking at him with a smile.

"Okay, it's fine..." Miao Tansheng licked his lips, and smiled uncomfortably: "Doctor Ling really has a long history."

"Dr. Miao has been working hard recently. From now on, I will look at it this way. When my son comes back, let him do some. Doctor Miao, you can also get off work earlier and take a good rest. I will try my best to let Ling Ran go home more often. What do you think?" ?”

Miao Tansheng hesitated for a few seconds, then looked at Ling Ran's intradermal suture, and fell into deep thought: This technique, this is not an ordinary technique... If I can learn his operation technique...

"If Dr. Ling is willing to do it, let Dr. Ling do it. I'm not in a hurry to go back, just in case it's useful." Dr. Miao said with a smile, "Don't worry, Director Ling. I said I was tired before. It’s just shouting, I can bear the overtime intensity of the clinic.”

As Dr. Miao said, he took advantage of the situation and stood next to Ling Ran, stealing his teacher's attention in an upright manner.

Ling Ran didn't care. Some techniques are completely worthless, but if the window paper is not pierced, it is difficult to rely on understanding. Not to mention, tension-reducing hidden suture and intradermal suture are mature techniques that have been circulated for many years and have multiple schools. What Miao Tansheng saw now, if he bothered, he could see it elsewhere.

As for the explanation, Ling Ran was not interested.

He saw a lot of adoring eyes, one or two more, Ling Ran didn't bother to pay attention to them.