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Listening to the chaotic shouts from behind, Wang Xu couldn't help but sigh, stood up, patted Fu Dongquan and said: "Boss Fu, let's go."
Fu Dongquan was photographed by Wang Xu, and he suddenly became alert. He slowly came back to his senses, glanced around, and said at a loss: "Let's go, where are we going?"
"Of course I paid and left." Wang Xu smiled.
"Dr. Wang, have you finished eating?" Fu Dongquan asked in confusion. This dish had just been served, and there were still two dishes that were not served. Why did he plan to leave?
"Have eaten, let's go, I have something to do in the afternoon." Wang Xu said with a faint smile.
After hearing Wang Xu say that he had something to do in the afternoon, Fu Dongquan didn't waste any time. He stood up, paid the bill, and left the hotel with Wang Xu. Before going out, Fu Dongquan still couldn't hold back the doubts in his heart and asked tentatively: "
Doctor Wang, that chef..."
"He is terminally ill and is only supported by his persistent belief. Even the Great Luo Immortal cannot save him." Wang Xu shook his head and sighed. The reason why he had to leave in such a hurry was precisely the reason why the chef suddenly fell ill.
As the saying goes, a doctor has a parental heart. Although Wang Xu does not have the mentality of a savior, he has been influenced by Wang Henian since he was a child. He still has a compassionate heart. When he meets a patient, he can't help but take action. However, he has no idea about the chef's illness.
There is nothing you can do. If you stay, you are asking for trouble. If you don't come in, leave early.
"It's a pity." After hearing Wang Xu say that it is difficult to save Da Luo, Fu Dongquan couldn't help but sigh, shook his head and said: "This old Liang has had a hard life. It is said that he used to be a famous chef in the country. I don't know.
For some reason, my wife and children finally separated and came to Zhongjiang."
"God of Cooking?" Wang Xu was stunned when he heard this, and asked in surprise. Although he could taste the chef's extraordinary cooking skills from the dishes just now, he never expected that this chef had such a great background.
But after being stunned for a moment, Wang Xu felt relieved. If he were an ordinary chef, he couldn't affect the dishes because of his own situation.
Cooking is the same as writing and painting. A real famous doctor can see the other person's emotions and energy from a famous calligraphy and painting, but he can never see anything from a person's calligraphy and painting. The reason is very simple. A very dedicated person
, one is completely unintentional.
The animation of this dish is actually the same as that of a painting. The paintings painted by real master painters are not only lifelike, but also have an artistic conception in them. Often this artistic conception is related to the painter's perception and state of mind. The cooking is actually the same.
Anger is something that cannot be controlled by humans. Only when it reaches a certain state can it be reached involuntarily. Just as the saying goes that appearance comes from the heart, so does the theory of artistic conception.
"Isn't it? In a cooking competition held in Hong Kong twenty years ago, the champion was Liang Baoming. In fact, his real name was Liang Baohui." Fu Dongquan said.
"Liang Baohui!" Hearing this name, Wang Xu understood instantly. No wonder, it turned out to be him.
This Liang Baohui became famous almost all over the country twenty years ago, and became a household name in Hong Kong and Taiwan. He was known as the cooking god of the generation. He was unknown before, but suddenly he stood out in a cooking competition held on Hong Kong Island at that time.
He defeated many culinary celebrities across the country and won the first prize in one fell swoop.
However, this Liang Baohui was like a brilliant meteor. He rose suddenly and fell suddenly. Half a year after the Master of Chef competition, Liang Baohui suddenly disappeared and his life and death were unknown. The generation of Chef Gods seemed to have evaporated from the world. In fact, later,
A movie "MasterChef" filmed in Hong Kong is based on Leung Po-fai. However, the God of Chef in the movie eventually returned to the MasterChef competition. However, Leung Po-fai has been missing for twenty years, and he will still be alive for a few more days.
Unknown number.
"This matter should be very secretive. How did you know about it?" Wang Xu asked puzzledly. Since Liang Baohui changed his name, there must be some difficulty. If the news that Liang Baohui is Liang Baohui is leaked out
, will definitely cause a big shock.
"I often eat in this restaurant. Over time, I have become quite close to Liang Baoming. One time I was drunk and I was sending him home. I accidentally found a photo of him, which was the scene of the cooking competition.
A group photo." Fu Dongquan said.
"That's it." Wang Xu nodded and stopped asking. No matter what Liang Baoming or Liang Baohui's difficulties were, it was not something he could worry about. If he could cure the disease, he would naturally not refuse it. The problem was that it couldn't be cured.
, to no avail.
After separating from Fu Dongquan, Wang Xu drove back to the clinic. Now the medicinal materials have been ordered, the clinic has begun to be renovated, and various certificates are about to be issued. Now all that is left is to wait for the clinic to be renovated and open.
"Doctor Wang, you are here." As soon as Wang Xu entered the clinic, the foreman asked with a smile.
"Yes!" Wang Xu nodded, took out the cigarette case from his body, gave each of them a cigarette, looked at it casually and asked: "When will this kind of progress be completed?"
"Third to five days at most. Your requirements here are simple and there isn't much work." the foreman said with a smile.
Wang Xu nodded and wandered around the clinic casually, chatting with a few decoration workers from time to time. He had a good temper. These decoration workers were all good, and he was not pushy. As long as the work was done carefully,
The progress doesn't matter.
Wang Xu was chatting in the clinic. At this time, the central hospital was busy. Last night, Wang Xu called Luo Tongquan. This morning, Director Fang Xinghu held an emergency meeting and announced many decisions. The hospital
For all critically ill patients, the final situation must be organized by hospital experts for consultation before a final conclusion can be made.
Coincidentally, the hospital does not always have patients in critical condition, but it definitely does not happen every day. However, Fang Xinghu only held a meeting in the morning, and during lunch, a patient in critical condition was sent to the hospital.
The patient was a chef and had old injuries for many years. He kept vomiting blood after being sent to the hospital. Fang Xinghu heard the news and immediately organized a consultation. However, he tried various methods, but to no avail.
"President Fang, the patient is still vomiting blood. The dose of vomited blood is very large. If the bleeding is not stopped in time, it is difficult to say whether the patient can survive today." Huang Yiyang, director of the internal medicine department, frowned and said to Fang Xinghu in the consultation room.
"Tsk!" Fang Xinghu, who was also two years old, glanced at the hospital experts sitting there, and then asked Qiu Guisheng, the director of traditional Chinese medicine next to him: "Is it time to inform Qian?"
"Notice, Mr. Qian will be here soon." Qiu Guisheng said.
"Okay, you all think of a way to delay it until Mr. Qian arrives, and ask the experts from the Provincial People's Hospital for help." Fang Xinghu said.
While several people were talking, Qian Yousheng hurriedly walked in from outside. Fang Xinghu hurriedly walked forward and said apologetically: "Mr. Qian, I'm sorry to trouble you again."
"Okay, let's stop talking and go see the patient first." Qian Yousheng waved his hand and said.
Fang Xinghu did not dare to neglect and hurriedly led Qian Yousheng to the emergency room. At this time, several doctors in the emergency room were busy nervously, and various instruments kept beating.
"Blood transfusion, continue blood transfusion, don't stop, if the blood is not enough, seek help from other hospitals immediately." A doctor in his forties shouted while wearing a mask.
"Inject coagulants to slow down the patient's blood flow, quickly"
The atmosphere in the entire emergency room was very tense. Fang Xinghu led Qian Yousheng to change into clean clothes outside and walked into the emergency room inside. The doctors inside had no time to say hello to Fang Xinghu. At this time, the patient's life could be said to depend on these people.
Dragging.
Qian Yousheng stepped forward and checked the patient's eyes and tongue coating, then took his pulse and said: "This patient is vomiting blood due to a hidden disease decades ago. He also has other symptoms. Let me prescribe a prescription first."
Give it a try.”
Qian Yousheng wrote a prescription, and soon doctors and nurses went to cook it. After a while, the soup and medicine were brought in and given to the patient, but half an hour later, it still didn't help.
"Mr. Qian, is there any other way? If this continues, not to mention that the hospital does not have enough blood, the patient will not be able to survive much longer." Fang Xinghu asked with a frown.
With such a large dose of vomiting blood, the transfused blood is almost consumed. As a result, the blood has little buffering effect in the patient's body. If the vomiting of blood cannot be stopped, the patient may die at any time.
"There's nothing I can do." Qian Yousheng shook his head in despair, then suddenly had an idea and said, "Maybe that young man can do something?"
"You mean Dr. Wang last night?" Fang Xinghu's eyes lit up and he asked in surprise. The patient last night was not given up by them, but he was still cured by Dr. Wang. After checking this morning, everything has been cured.
Recovery, despite being weak, was simply a miracle, so as soon as Qian Yousheng opened his mouth, he guessed who Qian Yousheng was talking about?
"Yes, that's him. I'll make a call right now." Qian Yousheng nodded, and without delay, hurriedly walked to the side, took out his cell phone and called Wang Xu. This was the same call he had chatted with Wang Xu last night.
It was left behind by Wang Xu when we were traveling there, but I didn't expect it to be put to use so quickly.