To be honest, Wang Xu was surprised when he saw the middle-aged man sitting in the clinic. He had almost forgotten about him these days and did not expect to see him again.
Of course, it may not be appropriate to say that we meet again. In fact, this is the first time Wang Xu has seen the other person in person, and the last time he saw him was just a photo.
This middle-aged man was none other than Liang Baohui, the god of cooking who fainted when Wang Xu had dinner with Fu Dongquan last time, or Liang Baoming. After Liang Baohui collapsed, he vomited blood in the central hospital, and Qian Yousheng gave him
After calling him, he only saw Liang Baohui's photo in the medical records provided by the Central Hospital.
At that time, he consulted with Qian Yousheng and Lan Maosheng from the Provincial People's Hospital. They all thought that Liang Baohui's illness was very serious. Finally, he asked Fang Xinghu to ask Liang Baohui for his opinion. As for what happened next, he didn't know.
Now it seems that Liang Baohui should have given up treatment and been discharged from the hospital, but why are you coming to him now?
Although he was confused, Wang Xu and Bai Nongxin entered the clinic together. When he heard someone coming in, Liang Baohui turned around subconsciously, glanced at Wang Xu up and down with dull eyes, stood up slowly, and tested
asked: "Are you Dr. Wang Xuwang?"
"I am Wang Xu." Wang Xu smiled lightly and nodded, motioning for Liang Baohui to sit down. He himself sat on the chair next to him and then asked: "I wonder what this gentleman wants from me?"
"Dr. Wang, you must have heard my name. My name is Liang Baoming." Liang Baohui said straight to the point.
"Fu Dongquan told you to come, right?" Wang Xu asked tentatively.
"Yes, it was Boss Fu who introduced me here." Liang Baohui nodded: "Boss Fu told me about that time you had dinner with him, so I would like to ask Dr. Wang for a favor."
"You tell me, as long as I can do it, I will try my best to help." Wang Xu pondered for a moment and said, The end of a hero. This Liang Baohui was once famous for a while, but now he has fallen into this situation. To be honest, he sympathizes with it.
"I wonder if Dr. Wang can let me live another year?" Liang Baohui asked.
"Live another year?" Wang Xu looked at the other party in surprise. In his opinion, Liang Baohui has been suffering from this disease for at least three or four years. It is a miracle that he can survive to this day. Liang Baohui himself knows this, and
Liang Baohui did not continue treatment at the central hospital, indicating that he had given up. What does it mean to ask him to live for another year?
"Dr. Wang, do you mind listening to my story?" Seeing Wang Xu's surprised expression, Liang Baohui said calmly.
"You go ahead and I'll listen." Wang Xu nodded.
Seeing Wang Xu nodding, Liang Baohui slowly closed his eyes, with a trace of longing and nostalgia on his face, as if he was immersed in some kind of memory. He opened his eyes after about three minutes, took a deep breath and slowly started
Tell.
Just as Fu Dongquan guessed, Liang Baohui was indeed the champion of the Master of Chef competition in Hong Kong more than 20 years ago. Liang Baohui did not come from a very good background and his family was poor, but he was the Queen of the Royal Chefs.
Liang Baohui's grandfather was the imperial cook during the Guangxu period of the Qing Dynasty. After the fall of the Qing Dynasty, war broke out across the country. In order to avoid the war, Liang Baohui's grandfather fled home and finally settled on Hong Kong Island.
At that time, the nobles and nobles were still in danger, not to mention that Liang Baohui's grandfather was just a cook. After escaping to Hong Kong Island, the family's life was not satisfactory.
Although he had a full meal but failed to finish the meal, the old man did not want to lose his cooking skills all his life, so he passed them all on to Liang Baohui's grandfather, hoping that one day he could recreate the glory of his ancestors.
Liang Baohui's grandfather was quite successful. When he was young, he worked as a chef in a famous restaurant on Hong Kong Island, and his reputation was unparalleled. However, the good times did not last long. When the old man was forty years old, the first cooking competition on Hong Kong Island happened to be held.
Because he was jealous, his opponent chopped off his hands before the cooking competition started. After a generation of royal chefs, he turned out to be so miserable.
Although his hands were chopped off, the old man always remembered his father's dying wish, taught him orally, and passed on all his cooking skills to Liang Baohui.
In order to prevent his grandson from suffering his own tragedy, Liang Baohui's grandfather did not let Liang Baohui show his cooking skills until he became a master of cooking.
That year, Liang Baohui was twenty-five years old, and the sixth annual cooking competition in Hong Kong kicked off again. Liang Baohui, who had withheld it for many years, finally participated in the cooking competition that his grandfather failed to participate in, and won the first prize in one fell swoop, becoming the focus of thousands of people.
The God of Cooking.
After becoming the God of Cooking, Leung Po-fai's reputation was simply unparalleled. Many dignitaries in Hong Kong spent large sums of money to buy one of his dishes just to taste it. Leung Po-fai lived in a luxurious house, drove a luxury car, and was surrounded by people, showing off his demeanor as a God of Cooking.
As the saying goes, when the moon is full, it will lose its luster, and when the water is full, Liang Baohui's grandfather taught Liang Baohui cooking skills, but did not let him experience it in society. In the end, Liang Baohui fell into the trap of others because of his lack of experience in social struggle, and he enjoyed a good year.
When he didn't arrive, he encountered a disaster. He was thrown into the sea, and his wife and daughter were missing.
Fortunately, Liang Baohui survived the catastrophe and was thrown into the sea, but miraculously escaped and lived in seclusion in Zhongjiang, hiding his name and not being known to the world. Twenty-three years passed.
"Dr. Wang, as the saying goes, a hero is not as brave as he was. The past has become a thing of the past. I feel calm. I had nothing else to ask for. I planned to just end it and live my life. Who would have thought that a few days ago, I learned about my biological daughter?
According to the news, she actually participated in the Hong Kong Island Culinary Competition early next year." Liang Baohui said with a choked voice and couldn't help but burst into tears.
"Dr. Wang, I know that my illness is incurable, but before I die, I just hope to see my daughter. Even if I take a look at it from a distance, I will die without regrets." Liang Baohui pleaded.
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"Since you already know the news about her, why don't you go find her? It's too late to go now." Wang Xu asked puzzledly.
"I can't find her now. Just like me back then, someone signed up on my behalf and won't show up until the cooking competition starts." Liang Baohui shook his head and said.
"Then how did you know it was your daughter?" Wang Xu asked.
"Look at this." Liang Baohui took out a torn newspaper from his pocket and handed it to Wang Xu. Wang Xu took it and took a look and found that it was only a part of the newspaper, but the headline above was eye-catching.
“Leung Qianru, the beloved daughter of a generation of chef god Leung Po-fai, participated in the 9th Hong Kong Island Culinary Competition.”
After reading the title, Wang Xu himself read the following content. The newspaper was the Hong Kong Island Daily three days ago. It said that one month ago, the 9th Hong Kong Culinary Competition kicked off and registration opened. Three days ago,
A mysterious person suddenly appeared at the registration site and signed up for a girl named Liang Qianru. The family column of the information form suddenly filled in the words daughter of the legendary chef Liang Baohui, which attracted the attention of the Hong Kong news media.
However, the mysterious man refused to be interviewed after signing up and left in a hurry, leaving everyone in Hong Kong speculating. Could it be that the God of Cooking is not dead...
After reading the news, Wang Xu pondered for a moment and said, "Maybe this is a trap set by someone to lure you out?"
"Even if it's a trap, I have to go. We've been separated for twenty-three years and I can't lose this opportunity." Liang Baohui sighed.
Poor parents in the world, Wang Xu couldn't help but sigh. Liang Baohui had been living in seclusion for more than 20 years. Suddenly he heard the news about his beloved daughter, and naturally the last desire in his heart was evoked. No wonder he had given up on treatment, but now he came here to try his luck.
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"Doctor Wang, please, if you can taste my condition from my dishes, your medical skills must be superb. I hope you can help me." Seeing Wang Xu sigh, Liang Baohui suddenly stood up and knelt down.
In front of Wang Xu, tears were streaming down his face, and he cried and begged.
"Mr. Liang, you get up first." Wang Xu hurriedly helped Liang Baohui, let him sit back on the chair, took two steps back and forth, and said after a while: "Mr. Liang, I can't guarantee anything, I can only do my best.
Because, as for how long you can last, it depends on you."
"Are you not sure that I will survive until the Hong Kong Island cooking competition starts next year?" Liang Baohui asked in despair.
"Mr. Liang, I'm just a doctor, not a god. I can only do my best. In fact, whether you can survive until one year later is the most important thing." Wang Xu said.
"What do you mean?" Liang Baohui asked puzzledly.
"All diseases in the world are caused by yin and yang. A person's will and emotion are the key to defeating the disease. If you are open-minded, optimistic, and strong-willed, complete recovery is not impossible. Miracles are created by people."
Wang Xu explained.
"I understand, thank you, Doctor Wang." Liang Baohui stood up and said sincerely to Wang Xu.
"Mr. Liang, you're too polite. It's a pity to see a generation of chefs come to an end. Even if you don't have much time left, you won't be able to show off your skills as a chef." Wang Xu said with a faint smile.
"I understand." Liang Baohui bowed deeply to Wang Xu and said sincerely again. For a moment, the decadent look in his eyes disappeared, and his whole person looked different.
"Haha." Seeing Liang Baohui's understanding, Wang Xu nodded with satisfaction. He walked to the side and wrote a prescription. He walked over and handed it to Liang Baoming and said: "Go back and take it according to the prescription. Come once a month and I'll give it to you."
Acupuncture combined.”
Watching Liang Baohui leave, Wang Xu felt deeply for a moment. Although he had enlightened Liang Baohui just now, in fact, he had enlightened himself.
Since he learned about Liang Baohui's situation, he first lacked self-confidence and chose to escape, feeling that he was powerless. What he just said also made him suddenly realize that as the saying goes, all kinds of diseases are born from the heart. Only by having the confidence to face it can we
There is hope for recovery.
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