The Northern Stories of Chef Lao Tan

Chapter 508 Look at Yingzi

The next day, Wang Shulan answered the phone and came to the hotel. When she saw Lao Tan with a bandage on her arm, she laughed angrily and scolded him unceremoniously.After she was done talking, she took out her phone and called her old classmate, the director of the Zhanqian police station, asking her to solve the case as soon as possible.

After making the phone call, she stared at Old Tan and continued to scold: "Tell me about you. If you call me, it will be fine. Why, am I an outsider? Why don't you get along in the future?"

Old Tan sneered, "I took the ten o'clock train, it was too late, and I didn't think about disturbing you. Hehe, blame me for meddling in my own business—"

Wang Shulan wanted to count down a few more words, but seeing Lao Tan thinking so hard, she came down softly and asked, "How many stitches?"

"Six stitches."

"You—" Wang Shulan shook her head helplessly, and then said: "The director of the police station is my classmate in junior high school. I have a good relationship with you in the past two years. He can take it seriously."

"It's best to sentence those three little bastards to ten or eight years." Old Tan gritted his teeth.

Wang Shulan immediately checked out Lao Tan, and then dragged him to the old Chinese medicine clinic.

The old Chinese doctor was taken aback when he saw Lao Tan's appearance, so Lao Tan told what happened last night.

After hearing this, the old Chinese doctor gave Lao Tan a thumbs up, and said sincerely: "Be brave when you see righteousness, good man!" Then he said: "It's a pity that my understanding is poor, and my medical skills stop here. If I were a witch doctor, I would like to wish you, and I can put you in your body." of cancers metastasize outside the body."

Old Tan smiled and said, "That's pretty good." Then he asked: "Old man, it is said that Chinese medicine can be divided into traditional Chinese medicine, Ming medicine, ghost doctor, witch doctor, and miraculous doctor. Is there really such a thing?"

The old Chinese doctor said: "How to say, I can't say that there is or isn't. Chinese medicine is magical, and there are things that science can't explain. Now everything is based on science, and what is said in the legend is also a legend.

But traditional Chinese medicine has had the technique of wishing you well since ancient times, and it is impossible to obtain it unless you have achieved great medical skills and become a witch doctor and enlightened.Although mysterious and mysterious, it is a real medical skill, superb. "

"Does Zhu Youshu have to recite spells?" Old Tan asked.

"Hahaha" the old Chinese doctor laughed loudly, and said after laughing: "Remember, as long as a doctor is a doctor, he will treat a disease with the law, and the so-called mantras are just prescriptions and soups, which are magical but not superstitious.

A person with great medical skills is like a master of martial arts, who is well versed in the mysteries of the human body. When treating a disease, he transforms the disease in the patient's body into qi, uses his own qi as a conductor, and transports the disease in the patient's body.

This process is the same as giving medicine to the patient, and then using the medicine to kill the disease and excrete it from the body.It's just that the medicine comes slowly and needs to be taken step by step, and some diseases can't be cured.

Zhu You is different. Healing diseases with qi is invisible but ubiquitous. It can reach places that medicine cannot reach, but science cannot explain it, so it is miraculous.

It's just that there is no witch doctor now, and there is no Zhu You, and those who have reached the level of enlightened medicine are called miraculous doctors. "

"I believe that as long as the country attaches great importance to Chinese medicine and promotes Chinese medicine to the position of the quintessence of the country, there will definitely be medical masters." Old Tan said.

"There will be!" The old Chinese doctor said with a determined face.

Then the old Chinese doctor took Lao Tan's pulse, looked at the coating on his tongue, and asked about his condition in the past three months. Then he adjusted the prescription and prescribed it for another three months.

After prescribing the medicine, the old Chinese doctor said: "Sickness needs to rest, but this tranquility does not only refer to the environment, but also the tranquility of the mind. You have been running around and socializing constantly in the past three months. In fact, you have fulfilled your wish. Letting go, I am quieter than ever, and I recover faster than before.

I suggest that you don't run around anymore, since you have nothing to worry about, find a quiet place to recuperate, and also cultivate your mind, the effect will be better. "

Old Tan said: "Thank you, old gentleman, for reminding me."

It was almost noon when I came out of the clinic, so I went directly to Wang Shulan's house.

After arriving home, Wang Shulan cooked meals, and the two chatted while eating.

"Where are you going next?" Wang Shulan asked.

"Beautiful Valley." Old Tan said.

Wang Shulan hesitated for a moment, and said apologetically, "I may not be able to accompany you. I have to take care of my granddaughter. She can't leave me now."

"No, I can do it myself, do you think I look like a sick person now?" Lao Tan laughed.

"I asked Yingzi's mother to tidy up the house in advance, and no one lived in it for half a year."

"Okay, I'll leave after I get the medicine tomorrow. I'll go back to the provincial capital first, and then I'll go there after the stitches are removed from my arm."

"What's the hurry?" Wang Shulan thought that what she said just now hurt Lao Tan, and explained: "It's not that my sister doesn't accompany you, it's because my granddaughter really clings to me—are you angry?"

"No." Old Tan said, "I didn't go to any store in the provincial capital last time. I went back to my hometown with my son. This time I came directly to Beijing. I haven't visited any stores in the provincial capital for more than half a year. I'm thinking about it." That's the thing.

Take a look while you have time, this arm doesn't delay things, and besides, stitches can be removed anywhere. "

"Stay here for two more days, and then leave after the thread is removed, or I won't be at ease." Wang Shulan said.

"No, you still have to bring your granddaughter—"

"Look at it, I'm still angry."

"Not really."

"Then untie the thread before leaving." Wang Shulan pretended to be angry, then laughed with a "puchi" and whispered, "Sister misses you."

One sentence made Lao Tan angry, his stomach was hot, and the wound on his arm was painful.

Lao Tan didn't wait for the thread to be removed before leaving. He only stayed for two days and then returned to the provincial capital.

It's strange to say that before the divorce, Lao Tan and Lin Yan didn't talk to each other, and when they met, they went into their own houses and lived their own lives like strangers.

Unexpectedly, after the divorce, they became more polite, and talked to each other, although not much, but they were no longer the same as before when they spoke up and became angry.

Seeing that Lao Tan's arm was injured, Lin Yan offered to cook a meal in addition to greeting with concern, and asked Lao Tan to work less so that he could rest at home to recuperate.When Lao Tan said that after removing the stitches, she went to Beautiful Valley to recuperate, she didn't say a word, and her mouth tightened uncomfortably.

On the second day after arriving home, Lao Tan came to the headquarters. Yanhua, Li Shuang, and Zhongqing were all there. The three of them were surprised to see that Lao Tan was injured, and then laughed when they found out about the situation.

Counting it, it has been ten months since Lao Tan was diagnosed with gastric cancer. Everyone has changed from being shocked, worried, and worried to reassuring. They are all optimistic that Lao Tan is fine and will definitely recover.

So no one mentioned the illness when we met, and we talked and laughed as usual.After the four of them chatted for a while, Li Shuang and Zhongqing went to work first. Yanhua wanted to go home to take care of the children, so Lao Tan got up and went to the central kitchen.

He came to see Yingzi, and he hasn't seen Yingzi since he got sick, and it's been a year since he was younger.

Yingzi is adjusting the stuffing, and Wang Hong is training the new dumpling workers in the operation room.

Old Tan came behind Yingzi and called softly: "Yingzi."

Yingzi turned around suddenly, seeing that Lao Tan was stunned first, and then rushed over and hugged Lao Tan with an "ah", and called "Brother--", tears came down, and the mask was instantly wet.

Old Tan made Yingzi cry for a while, then helped her shoulder and said, "Why are you crying, you're useless."

"I miss you, brother." Yingzi stopped crying and raised his head. Only then did he see Lao Tan's bandaged arm. He immediately became worried again and asked, "What's wrong with you, brother? Why are you still injured? Seriously." Do not?"

Lao Tan briefly told the story of the injury.

"Six stitches, does it still hurt bro? Don't mind your own business in the future, how dangerous it is." Yingzi said, with a concerned expression on his face.

At this time Wang Hong and Zhu Debao came to say hello to Lao Tan, and Yingzi blushed and turned around to wipe away tears.

"You made Yingzi cry when you came here, Depot, beat him up!" Wang Hong joked loudly, and then put an arm around Old Tan's neck like a man, "You still know how to come here, I I thought you forgot about us."

"How can it be?" Old Tan said.

"Are you still on track?" Then Wang Hong lowered her voice and asked, "How are you doing now? Are you all right?"

"It's nothing serious, it will be better in two years." Old Tan said.

(End of this chapter)