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Listening to the chaotic shouts behind him, Wang Xu couldn't help but sigh, stood up and patted Fu Dongquan and said, "Boss Fu, let's go." ”

Fu Dongquan was slapped by Wang Xu, and when he was smart, he slowly came back to his senses, glanced left and right, and said a little overwhelmed: "Go, where are you going?" ”

"Naturally, the checkout left." Wang Xu said with a smile.

"Doctor Wang, have you eaten?" Fu Dong asked puzzledly, this dish was just served, and there were still two dishes that were not served, so why did he plan to leave.

"Eat, let's go, I have something to do in the afternoon." Wang Xu said with a light smile.

Hearing Wang Xu say that he had something to do in the afternoon, Fu Dongquan didn't delay, stood up and settled the bill, and left the hotel with Wang Xu.......

"He is terminally ill, and he is supported by a persistent belief, and the Daluo Immortal can't be saved." Wang Xu shook his head and sighed, the reason why he had to leave in such a hurry was the reason why this chef suddenly fell ill.

is the so-called doctor's parents' heart, although Wang Xu does not have the mentality of a savior, but he has always been nurtured by Wang Henian since he was a child, and he still has a compassionate heart, and when he meets a patient, he can't help but take action, but he can't do anything about this chef's illness, and he is also asking for trouble when he stays, and he doesn't leave early.

"It's a pity." Hearing Wang Xu say that the Da Luo Immortal was difficult to save, Fu Dongquan couldn't help but sigh, shook his head and said: "This old Liang has had a hard life all his life, it is said that he used to be a famous kitchen god in the country, I don't know what the reason is, and finally his wife broke up and came to Zhongjiang." ”

"Kitchen God?" Wang Xu was stunned when he heard this, and asked in surprise, although he also tasted this chef's extraordinary cooking skills from the dishes just now, he never thought that this chef would have such a big background.

However, after being stunned for a while, Wang Xu was relieved in his heart, if he was an ordinary chef, he could not affect the dishes because of his own situation.

Cooking is the same as writing and painting, a real famous doctor can see the other party's feelings and spirit from a pair of famous calligraphy and paintings, but he must not see anything from the calligraphy and painting of a person who scribbles casually, the reason is very simple, one is very devoted, and the other is completely unintentional.

The vitality of this dish is actually the same as the painting, the real great hand painter, the painting is not only lifelike, but also has an artistic conception, often this artistic conception is related to the painter's perception and state of mind, and cooking is actually the same.

Anger is not something that can be controlled artificially, only when it reaches a certain realm, it will be involuntarily reached, as the so-called phase is born from the heart, and the same is true of artistic conception.

"Isn't it, twenty years ago, a cooking competition held on Hong Kong Island, the champion was this Liang Baoming, in fact, his real name is Liang Baohui." Fu Dongquan said.

"Liang Baohui!" Hearing this name, Wang Xu instantly understood, no wonder, it turned out to be him.

This Liang Baohui was almost famous all over the country 20 years ago, and he was a household name in the generation of Hong Kong Island and Taiwan, known as a generation of kitchen gods, and was not well known before, but suddenly stood out in a cooking competition held on Hong Kong Island at that time, defeated many famous culinary artists in the country, and won the championship in one fell swoop.

But this Liang Baohui is like a brilliant meteor, the magpie rises suddenly, and the fall is also sudden, half a year after the Chef God Competition, Liang Baohui suddenly disappeared, life and death are unknown, a generation of kitchen gods is like evaporating from the world, in fact, a film "Kitchen God" made on Hong Kong Island is based on Liang Baohui, but the kitchen god in the movie finally returned to the kitchen God Contest again, but Liang Baohui disappeared for 20 years, and it is still unknown how many days he can live.

"It's supposed to be very secretive, how do you know that?" Wang Xu asked puzzledly, since Liang Baohui changed his name and surname, then there should be any trouble, if the news that this Liang Baohui's name is Liang Baohui leaks out, it will definitely cause a great shock.

"I often eat in this restaurant, and the relationship with Liang Baoming for a long time is okay, once I was drunk, that is, I sent him home, and accidentally found a photo of him, which was a group photo of the original cooking competition." Fu Dongquan said.

"I see." Wang Xu nodded, and didn't ask anymore, no matter what hardships this Liang Baoming or Liang Baohui had, it was not something he could worry about, if he could cure this disease, he would naturally not push it back, the problem was that it couldn't be cured, and it didn't help.

After separating from Fu Dongquan, Wang Xu drove back to the clinic, now that the medicinal materials have been decided, the clinic has begun to be renovated, and all kinds of documents are about to be done, now there is only one thing left to wait for the clinic to be renovated and opened.

"Doctor Wang, you're here." As soon as Wang Xu walked into the clinic, the foreman asked with a smile.

"Hmm!" Wang Xu nodded, took out the cigarette case from his body, handed out a cigarette to each of them, looked at it casually and asked, "When will it be possible to get this kind of progress?" ”

"Three or five days at most, your requirements here are simple, and there is not much work." The foreman said with a smile.

Wang Xu nodded, just wandered around the clinic casually, chatting with a few decorators from time to time, he was originally a good surname, these decorators are good, he is not pressing, as long as the work is done carefully, the progress does not matter.

Wang Xu chatted in the clinic, but at this time the central hospital was busy, last night there was Wang Xu's phone call to Luo Tongquan, this morning, President Fang Xinghu held an emergency meeting, announced a lot of decisions, all patients in the hospital are critically ill, the final situation must be organized by the hospital's experts to make a final conclusion.

Coincidentally, it is not without patients in critical condition in the hospital, but they will definitely not be encountered every day, but Fang Xinghu only had a meeting in the morning, and the hospital sent a critically ill patient at lunch.

This patient is a chef with many years of old injuries on his body, and he has been vomiting blood after being sent to the hospital.

"Dean Fang, the patient is still vomiting blood, and the dose of vomiting blood is very large, if the bleeding is not stopped in time, it is difficult to say whether the patient can survive today." In the consultation room, Huang Yiyang, director of the Department of Internal Medicine, frowned and said to Fang Xinghu.

"Tsk!" Fang Xinghu was also one head or two big, glanced at the hospital experts sitting there, and then asked Qiu Guisheng, the director of traditional Chinese medicine on the side, "Have you notified Qian Lao?" ”

"Noticed, Qian Lao will be here soon." Qiu Guisheng said.

"Okay, you all have to think of a way, try to delay it until Qian Lao arrives, and ask the experts of the Provincial People's Hospital for help." Fang Xinghu said.

While a few people were talking, Qian Yousheng hurriedly walked in from outside, Fang Xinghu hurriedly stepped forward and said apologetically: "Old Qian, I'm sorry for you again." ”

"Okay, without further ado, let's go see the patient first." Qian Yousheng waved his hand and said.

Fang Xinghu didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly led Qian Yousheng to the emergency room, at this time, several doctors in the emergency room were nervously busy, and various instruments kept beating.

"Blood transfusion, continuous blood transfusion, don't stop, if the blood is not enough, immediately ask for help from other hospitals." A doctor in his forties wore a mask and exclaimed.

"Inject blood clotting agents to slow down the patient's blood flow, fast"

The atmosphere in the entire emergency room was very tense, Fang Xinghu led Qian Yousheng to change into dust-free clothes outside, and walked into the emergency room inside, and the doctors inside had no time to greet Fang Xinghu, at this time, the patient's life can be said to be dragged by these people.

Qian Yousheng stepped forward to check the patient's eyes and tongue coating, and then took his pulse and groaned: "This patient vomited blood because of a hidden disease decades ago, and there are other symptoms on his body, so I'll prescribe a prescription to try first." ”

Qian Yousheng prescribed medicine, and soon a doctor and nurse went down to suffer, and after a while, the decoction came in and gave it to the patient, but half an hour passed, and it still didn't help.

"Old Qian, is there any other way, if it goes on like this, not to mention that the blood in the hospital is not enough, the patient will not be able to last long." Fang Xinghu frowned and asked.

With such a large dose of vomiting blood, the transfused blood is almost consumed, so that the blood does not have much buffering effect in the patient's body, and if the vomiting cannot be stopped, the patient may die at any time.

"There's nothing I can do." Qian Yousheng shook his head decadently, and then suddenly had an idea, and said, "Maybe that young man has a way?" ”

"You mean Dr. Wang last night?" Fang Xinghu's eyes also lit up, and he asked in surprise, the patient was not announced by them to give up last night, but he was still cured by that Dr. Wang, and this morning's examination, a qiē has recovered, that is, his body is weak, this is 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 call." Qian Yousheng nodded, and without delay, hurriedly walked to the side, took out his mobile phone and called Wang Xu, this phone was left by Wang Xu when he chatted with Wang Xu last night, I didn't expect it to come in handy so soon.