Afternoon.

Some drizzle fell on Baisuitan, which dissipated the scorching heat a lot.

On the bus rented by Yunhua Hospital, the "Health Patrol" banner was hung awkwardly on the bus, and the mud splashed by the wheels was naturally unpleasant.

Dong Dong.

Three old men held up big gongs and struck hard.

Then, the melodious sound of the piano played, and a group of old ladies in colorful dance costumes waved their fans and danced and sang: As soon as the Red Army (league) came down the mountain, the autumn wind (Lege) The drizzle (Jiezhige) is lingering, and the wild deer on the mountain (Lege) howl...

The flow of cultural programs in the sanatorium has changed very little. There are similar song and dance performances every festival and greeting time, but today there were slightly more people participating.

Even the old Red Army man who rarely went out came to the atrium in a wheelchair, basking in the sun comfortably and smiling in memory.

Along with the sound of the piano, more people sang:

Thousands of troops and horses (Jie Zhi Ge) stand by the river, and hundreds of thousands of people are in tears. The Red Army is so overwhelming that we cannot forget the Red Army. The revolution is successful (Jie Zhi Ge) and will return home soon...

The old Red Army man, who had been speaking vaguely for several years, now sang along with the chorus in a clear voice:

Return home early...

Return home early...

As soon as the song was finished, another soloist's erhu sound began to squeak, and before it rang a few times, it was covered up by the fierce guitar sound.

"Liu, are you looking for trouble again?" The old man Erhu's temper exploded, and he stood up with a cry, his whole body shaking.

The old man playing the guitar was wearing a leather jacket and leather trousers. He laughed loudly: "What, you play the erhu and I play the guitar. People listen to whatever they like. Do you understand democracy?"

"The erhu is played."

"You can do it. I have some paper, do you want it?"

"Sweet honey, you smile so sweetly... as if flowers are blooming in the spring breeze... blooming in the spring breeze..."

Several old ladies couldn't wait to put on their cheongsams and came out to sing, pushing away their erhus and guitars.

The director of the sanatorium, who was still talking to everyone in Yunhua Hospital, slapped his thigh and said angrily: "Okay, we are going to start fighting songs again. I'm sorry, everyone, I'm going to persuade you to prevent anyone from fainting from anger."

The dean quickly ran over, instructing the staff to move the objects blocking the way, and at the same time persuading the performance team who had not arrived on stage to go back.

The officials and doctors of Yunhua Hospital below the bus kept smiling and continued to wave their arms and thank everyone around them.

It wasn't until the sound of the erhu continued to sound that everyone, under the arrangements of the nursing home, got on the bus one by one and drove away slowly.

In the sanatorium, the song and dance drama was still the same, and the farewell crowd performed enthusiastically. Except that the movements were smaller, the movements were smaller, and the clothes were more gorgeous, it was like a New Year's Day performance in school.

Everyone entertained themselves and felt very happy.

Ling Ran held a box of gifts and sat in the back row, taking advantage of this time to organize them one by one.

Dr. Zhou and his resident doctors were there to help and take notes for Ling Ran.

"One ginseng stick..."

"A bottle of cod liver oil..."

"One ginseng stick..."

"A bottle of grape seed oil..."

"A ginseng stick..."

Dr. Zhou couldn't help but said with envy: "It's really good to have a good face. You also see doctors and I also see doctors. How come you are the only one who has a gift? Wow, what a big strip of ginseng."

This time, even the resident doctor couldn't help but glance at Dr. Zhou and whispered: "Ling Ran is really seeing a doctor this time."

Dr. Zhou's face dried up, as if he had been soaked in salt, and he said saltyly: "I must have measured my blood pressure dozens of times yesterday."

"I measured it for you." The client resisted weakly.

"Oh... that's right, I forgot." Dr. Zhou laughed, and then said to Ling Ran: "You can still do massage with your hands. If you put it in a traditional Chinese medicine hospital, a massage costs 100 yuan. How can you divide it into ten?"

It only costs 20 yuan, and at the end of the day, I don’t feel old or young.”

Ling Ran said "Oh" indifferently.

Dr. Zhou's eyes were sharp: "Ling Ran, don't listen to that talent scout. Stars are not that easy to do."

"Oh." Ling Ran's eyes swept over each cervical vertebra, and he suppressed the urge to massage it.

The three-day mission only lasted one day and one night, and there was still room for improvement. The drive back was nearly three hours, and it was really a waste just sitting there.

"Ling Ran? What are you thinking about?" Dr. Zhou made a call but received no response. He couldn't help but feel a little helpless. If another resident doctor said that he wanted to be a star, he would definitely bow to him, but Ling Ran didn't.

Likewise, it is really possible for him to do it.

"You're too tired, let me give you a massage." Ling Ran couldn't help it, and found an excuse, pulled out a white towel, and put his hand on Dr. Zhou's neck.

What else did Dr. Zhou want to ask? When he opened his mouth, he said "Hmm..." and his whole body became weak.

Ling Ran pressed his neck one by one.

Dr. Zhou was also relieved.

Just seeing how Ling Ran likes to do things so much, you know that he can't be a star. Do celebrities grab their fans' necks and massage them every day?

But you have to be careful with the old guys in traditional Chinese medicine hospitals. Massage is not favored in traditional Chinese medicine hospitals, but Yunhua doesn’t even have a massage department. If the other party wants to poach people at a high price, it will be dangerous...

Ling Ran went back to the hospital, had a vaginal scan, checked the room again, and then went home directly.

The emergency department ward is still tight. Although eight beds have been vacated in the past three days, they are all extra beds. Without them, there are still not enough beds for the Tang method project team.

Considering that he had concert tickets tonight, Ling Ran was not in a hurry to fill up the extra bed.

…

After returning home, Ling Ran handed two tickets to Meng Xue's concert to Ms. Tao Ping who was drinking tea, turned around and went downstairs, and sure enough she heard an explosive scream behind her: Brother Shan Yu! Brother Shan Yu~

"What's wrong with Meng Xue?" Ling Jiezhu took out his Baidu phone in a strange way, clicked on the hot search and read out: "Meng Xue sneezes? What's the point of sneezing? It's really baffling. Is it a celebrity picking out earwax?

…”

Ling Jiezhu was talking and stopped consciously.

When he raised his head, he saw his wife Tao Ping looking at him with cold eyes.

"Ping..." Ling Jiezhu chuckled.

"When Brother Shanyu sneezes, it may be because he has a cold, it may be because he is too tired from work and his immunity has become low, or it may be because the conditions on the set are too poor and he is allergic. How can you just ignore it!" Tao Ping first corrected Ling Jiezhou's words.

, then paused and said emphatically: "Our brother Shanyu has no earwax."

Ling Jie Zhou raised her thumbs up and praised her mother, Fan Taoping.

Tao Ping glared at her husband, hummed twice, and said, "I was going to ask you to go to the concert, but forget it, I'll take my son there."

Ling Jiezu couldn't help but smile, then quickly put it away and slapped his thigh: "Oh, what a shame."

"Pretending. Forget it, I won't tell you anymore. I'm going to change clothes. Xiao Ran, you go and drive my car." Tao Ping turned around and went upstairs, unable to help humming a song.

"Good boy." Ling Jiezhou breathed a sigh of relief and asked Ling Ran: "Did you buy the scalper ticket? How much did it cost? I went to see it, and the scalper dared to sell the seats for hundreds of dollars even if no one can see them."

"It was a gift from someone else," Ling Ran said.

Ling Jiezhu's face instantly lit up, and he shouted an octave higher: "What? To thank you, the patient gave you tickets to Meng Xue's concert? Is there such a good thing? Then you have to give it well."
Chapter completed!