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Chapter 37 Chemotherapy
Considering that Mr. Li was about to prepare for chemotherapy, for three days in a row, Gu Qingming brought some very light porridge and side dishes.

I was also afraid that the grandpa and grandson would be really bored in the hospital, so I brought a few games of checkers and go to accompany them to stroll downstairs from time to time, and tell some interesting things they encountered in business.

Li Xiujun was afraid that his fiddle with antiques in the ward would cause his grandfather to worry, so he simply took advantage of the afternoon to pack up the small things on his body and take them home.

An Anxin stayed by her side to accompany her.

As the days approached, Mr. Li had time to joke around with old men and old ladies at first, and then slowly, he sat on the bed for half an hour in a daze.

It's useless for anyone to scream, and I can't help but groan incessantly.

Seeing that people were really anxious, Li Xiujun was either looking for fun to distract him, or comforted him that it was just a small treatment and there would be no big trouble.

After people have been comforted, the anxiety and fear in their hearts are piled up again, and there is nowhere to release them.

She is not a person who likes to talk to others, she is afraid of being noticed by her third uncle and grandpa, so she must cheer up every day.

Time flies.

Mr. Li had breakfast, and was taken to the operating room by the nurse about two hours later.

The doctor first checked his physical condition, checked the underlying diseases, mixed the medicine and saline, shook them well, and injected them into the body.

Li Xiujun couldn't sit still at all, and kept pacing in the corridor.

Seeing her like this, Gu Qingming felt distressed: "It's okay, Uncle Li has his own auspiciousness, and the purpose of chemotherapy is to build tolerance to the drugs, so don't worry too much."

She also understands the truth, but after all, she is the most important relative, so it is impossible to say that she is not worried at all.

The time lasted roughly three hours, and as soon as he saw the surgery door open, he rushed up.

"Doctor, how is the chemotherapy going? Is my grandfather okay?"

The doctor was dazed for a while by the sudden strong shaking. It's not that he has never seen an emotional family member, but it is the first time that this little girl reacted so strongly.

"Yes... I'm sorry." Li Xiujun realized that he had gone too far, and let go of his hand in embarrassment: "Sorry, I'm too nervous."

"It's okay, the chemotherapy was quite successful, but your grandfather is getting older, and his body's tolerance may be reduced. Nausea and vomiting will occur later, and a series of oral ulcer syndromes are also normal."

After instructing the relevant precautions and solutions, the doctor took the medical records and rushed to the next operation.

In order to cooperate with the inspection, Mr. Li did not need to be injected with anesthesia, and the nurse directly pushed him out.

Looking at the crystal tears of my granddaughter, rolling down her face like pearls with a broken thread.

The eye circles also turned red: "Why are you crying? Grandpa still wants to watch you go to college. Find someone to rely on. Before seeing my great-grandson, he won't die so easily."

The old man's tone was as tough as ever, but Li Xiujun couldn't bear it anymore.

He rushed forward, choked with sobs: "Grandpa, you keep what you say, and you must never lie to me."

Thinking that grandpa just finished chemotherapy, the doctor ordered to eat more light food with high protein and high vitamins. While Aunt Shen was taking care of her, she went to the vegetable market and bought a loach and a few eggs.

After begging the chef for a long time, I got the chance to borrow the kitchen for half an hour.

After the eggs were boiled, a pot of thick loach soup was boiled.

She is really not good at cooking and stir-frying. Back then, she was the only one who had cooking experience. Once she burned a big hole in the iron pan and scrapped it immediately. Another time she almost set the kitchen on fire.

Mr. Li couldn't speak well of her, so worried that he almost pulled his beard off.

Although it is not good for cooking, but for stewing soup, it is the opposite result.

The soup in the hands of Li Xiujun can maximize the original flavor of the ingredients, and simply add some ingredients, so fresh that people can't wait to swallow their tongues.

The chef smelled it, and couldn't resist coming over to beg for a bowl, and gave a thumbs up while drinking: "Little girl, you are learning to cook, your skills are almost as good as those in other restaurants."

Li Xiujun just smiled and said nothing, taking it as a compliment to himself.

Fortunately, she boiled enough, and after the chef tasted it, he distributed some to the old grandpas and old ladies who knew each other well.

When we got back to the ward, there was just enough room for three people.

It was the first time for Gu Qingming to taste the dishes made by the little girl. Although it was just boiled loach soup, before tasting it, he had the idea of ​​boasting whether it was good or not.

As soon as the tip of the tongue touches the thick white soup, the fresh aroma of loach instantly fills the whole mouth.

The meat is so tender that it almost melts in your mouth, and the bones will fall off naturally and completely when you sip it lightly.

The most taboo thing about making soup is fishy smell. While ensuring the original taste of the raw materials, it should also have a refreshing feeling that is not easy to make people feel greasy.

Even though he had tasted several dishes made by famous chefs, he couldn't help but praise: "It's really delicious. It will be even better if I have the opportunity to try the dishes made by Xiujun in the future."

Mr. Li and his granddaughter looked at each other and silently put aside the subject.

"Qingming, when will that young man who used to come to the hospital with you come back? He is so funny. He also said that next time he comes, he will bring me a rough stone to experience."

The antiques I have handled in my life are not rare, but basically they are finished products that have been modified. This kind of blind box opening has only been heard but never seen.

"It probably won't be three months, and I won't be back for the time being." Gu Qingming finished drinking the soup and put away the bowls and chopsticks: "There are a lot of things over there, if Uncle Li is interested, I will collect a few yuan later, and bring it tomorrow come over."

Mr. Li burst into laughter instantly, and quickly greeted Li Xiujun: "Okay, okay, what are you still doing here, help clean up quickly, there is no reason to let the guests do it."

"By the way, can you take Xiujun to pick it together, this girl shakes in front of me every day, I feel tired just looking at it."

His original intention was that his granddaughter stayed in the hospital for several days, and it was better to have a chance to relax than accompany him to smell the disinfectant in the ward.

Gu Qingming naturally did not refuse.

The two of them connected the water from the open-air faucet, and after washing the dishes, they went out together.

Gambling stones is more about luck than antiques. The latter can be used anyway, and the authenticity and age can be distinguished through the texture and material.

It's not that the original stone has not been cut well, but if it was really a rare ore, it would have been bought at a high price long ago.Even if it is a semi-finished product, there is no guarantee that the next cut will leave only the surface.

The vast majority of stone gambling experts are more willing to choose a whole piece of rough stone, at least in terms of price, most of them can accept it.

However, it is not ruled out that there are people who bought a stone with a lot of money, but ended up with nothing but money and stones.Those with poor mental quality hit the wall and jumped off the building in anger on the spot, and died in Huangquan.

The so-called poor with one knife, rich with one knife, and linen cloth with one knife are nothing more than that.

(End of this chapter)