"Your illness is mainly a psychological problem. If you rely on medication alone, I suggest you take it in moderation. It's a three-part poison, and the ingredients in these sleeping pills have serious side effects. You are a chef, and your taste
It should be quite important to you."
After hearing Zhang Wentao's condition, the doctor raised his eyebrows. Unexpectedly, the unshaven man in front of him turned out to be a Michelin chef.
Moreover, he was a chef suffering from insomnia. Out of medical ethics, the doctor patiently explained the side effects of sleeping pills in general.
Night sweats, bitter mouth, and dependence have little impact on Zhang Wentao, but the key is that if he relies on sleeping pills for a long time, the ingredients of the drug will have a great impact on his taste buds.
This will affect the future development of a chef.
You know, taste buds are very important to a chef, this is true for both Chinese and Western food.
"But, doctor, if I don't rely on sleeping pills, I can't do it with alcohol alone. When I was abroad, with the help of local doctors, I stopped drinking." Zhang Wentao saw that the doctor refused to prescribe too many sleeping pills for himself.
He also told me about his experience with alcoholism.
When she heard about alcoholism, the doctor immediately became nervous. Alcoholism is the same as drug dependence. Since the other party has had the experience of alcoholism, she cannot prescribe too many sleeping pills to this patient.
"In this way, I will prescribe you a box of third-generation sleeping pills. You take half a pill every night. Combined with appropriate exercise every day, let's see the effect first. Also, don't drink alcohol, otherwise the toxins will affect your taste nerves. You are not
Say you want to travel, a good attitude is the most effective way to get rid of insomnia."
"Okay, thank you doctor."
Seeing that the doctor's attitude was very firm, Zhang Wentao chose to accept it and said no more. He didn't want to, because taking medicine would hurt his sense of taste. No matter what, he would have to rely on this to eat in the future.
His previous alcoholism had degraded his sense of taste a lot.
That's why, during the rating process, there were mistakes that shouldn't have been made. Not only did the restaurant suffer, but the teacher who regarded himself as his successor was downgraded by one star.
After taking the doctor's order, paying the money, and taking the medicine, he walked down the stairs and walked out of the hospital lobby after working for a long time and only got a box of sleeping pills.
At the noisy hospital entrance, patients and their families hurried in and out from time to time.
As soon as he stepped out of the door, Zhang Wentao's eyes were caught by the figure he had seen an hour ago. Before that, the woman with a black body and pantyhose who blocked his way downstairs had red and swollen eyes with tears in her eyes and tears on her face.
Banban hung up the phone.
The moment they missed each other, she suddenly squatted on the ground, hugged her knees with both hands, and began to cry. The crying became louder and louder, causing Zhang Wentao, who was walking away, to look back curiously.
"It seems that most of the unfortunate people in the world are unfortunate, especially those who come to the hospital."
With a sigh in his heart, he touched the pockets on both sides of his windbreaker. When he went to visit the grave in the morning, there was still half a pack of tissues specially used to wipe the tombstones.
Without thinking, he took it out, turned around and handed it over, saying softly: "That, take it and use it."
Xu Hongdou raised her head when she heard the sound, and tears dripped down her cheeks and fell to the ground as her eyes blinked. Seeing the concern written on the stranger's face, she nodded slightly and said with a choked voice: "Thank you."
"You're welcome. My teacher told me that time will heal everything. I hope you can cheer up."
After the other party took the tissue, Zhang Wentao comforted her with a slight embarrassment, turned and left. Facing a fragile woman, he felt that he had done everything he should do. No matter how good-looking the other party was, it was not a good idea to disturb her too much at the moment.
time.
Anyway, everyone is just a passing passer-by.
After Xu Hongdou took the tissue, she looked at the retreating figure and cried in a low voice: "Time... But Nan Xing has no time..."
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The night fell, and when I looked into the night sky, I could only see the bright moon.
At around 8 o'clock in the evening, Zhang Wentao, dressed in sportswear and exercising in the park for about an hour, returned home dripping with sweat.
On the way back, I also met the neighbors who lived downstairs. They were curious about his return but at the same time they were not confused.
After all, there are three houses still in this community. Whether they are sold or rented out, someone must take care of them.
When there was only one person left in the family, this kind of thing naturally fell on Zhang Wentao.
"Phew, I'm exhausted."
As soon as he entered the door, the first thing Zhang Wentao did was to try to take off the quick-drying clothes that were stuck to his body, and then walked into the bathroom.
Half an hour later.
Zhang Wentao was wrapped in a bath towel, his hair still dripping with water, and he was rummaging in front of his suitcase for a change of clothes.
The dirty clothes that were soaked before were tumbling in the rotating washing machine.
After finding shorts and a clean undershirt, he dried his hair and put on some clothes. Without feeling sleepy, he sat on the sofa, picked up his phone and replied to a few French messages, and then started to click on the travel app.
.
When I looked at it, I saw that it was late at night and I even forgot to take sleeping pills.
It wasn't until after booking the flight and hotel that he realized it was already three o'clock in the morning. He got up in a hurry, ate half a tablet and walked to the bedroom.
He lay in bed for nearly half an hour before the medicine began to take effect. However, with his eyes open, Zhang Wentao only felt that his head was heavy and he felt very little sleepy.
How can I fall asleep?
After pondering for a long time, my eyelids gradually sank...
In the hospital, Chen Nanxing, who had been admitted to the hospital and had undergone various examinations, leaned on the bed in a daze.
Her best friend Xu Hongdou bought all kinds of food for her on weekdays, and her favorite food was quietly placed on the bedside table beside her, without moving.
Their eyes were very red and swollen, and their expressions were very sad. She had late-stage pancreatic cancer and had missed the best time for treatment. She could only accept the sudden bad news without any chance of resistance.
With conservative treatment, life can be maintained for up to 6-12 months.
The so-called conservative treatment is actually just staying in the hospital bed as much as possible and using painkillers to reduce pain.
"Have you called my parents?"
Xu Hongdou, who was biting his lip with his head lowered, nodded immediately when he heard his friend's hoarse and weak voice, and tears of disappointment flowed down again.
"You go back first, you have to go to work tomorrow." Chen Nanxing said, he woke up his nose and said, "Don't worry, I can do it by myself."
"I...I won't leave, I will stay with you."
"Let's go, be obedient. When my parents come tomorrow, I need you to help me pick them up..." Chen Nanxing stubbornly tried to prevent tears from flowing down, but a salty taste came from the corner of his mouth.