White armor

Chapter 387: Medium Rare Steak
Feng Zixuan is very clear about the character of clinicians.

The ward was packed with patients, and no new beds were allowed, nor was the ward expanded, so the three-person ward was simply turned into a five-person room.

Although this does not violate any regulations, the hospitalized patients are the ones who will bear all the consequences in the end.

If it were Feng Zixuan himself, he would definitely not want to squeeze in the narrow room and would rather live in the corridor.

It's late autumn now, so it's not so bad. In the summer, the temperature in the house is 40 degrees Celsius, which is very hot.

There is air conditioning, but when there are more patients and their families, the diversity of human beings is revealed.

Some people can't use air conditioning, and some people can't live without it.

Many clinical contradictions are related to this, which is very headache-inducing.

These are the patients who have been admitted to the hospital. There are countless people queuing up outside the hospital to register.

The medical technology in municipal hospitals is average and they can only treat common diseases. Those with more difficult cases have to be sent to the provincial capital.

Those that are more difficult will be sent to the imperial capital.

This "unspoken rule" has been formed over the past few decades.

As for the municipal hospitals, they can't even cure the Nutcracker syndrome, and can't even identify it. Their level is indeed very limited.

When you come to a western restaurant, the Meijim sign shows the authenticity of this western restaurant in all the details.

Luo Hao's medical team has arrived, and Feng Zixuan takes Director Tang and Director Geng into the restaurant.

"Director Feng, you're here." Luo Hao greeted with a smile.

Director Geng's eyelids twitched. There were very few clinical department directors in the hospital who dared to greet Feng Zixuan so familiarly.

Who is Feng Zixuan?
Behind his back, those who respected him called him the Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, while those who disrespected him called him the Supervisor of the Eastern Depot with hatred.

But Professor Luo Haoluo is surprisingly familiar with this evil god, and they seem like old friends.

"Xiao Luo, what are you talking about?" Feng Zixuan walked over with a smile, and he saw Wang Jiani next to Luo Hao at a glance.

"Big girl! Long time no see. Are you used to that side?" Feng Zixuan asked with concern.

"Hello, Director Feng. It's pretty good over there. I just watch the pandas every day. There's nothing else to do."

Wang Jiani had dealt with many department heads in the hospital in her past, and her fear of Feng Zixuan was clearly visible in her expression.

"You're welcome. I told Xiao Luo that it would be nice to come to the hospital and work in the infectious disease department or the medical records room. But the job Xiao Luo found for you is better, raising giant pandas. Many people can't find this job even if they pay money."

Wang Jiani didn’t know what to say, so she moved slightly towards Luo Hao’s position.

Luo Hao smiled and waved, "Order."

"Director Feng, you go first."

"For the girl." Feng Zixuan said, "We can eat anything. It's good enough to have something to eat in the clinic."

Luo Hao didn't bother to be polite with Feng Zixuan and handed the menu to Wang Jiani.

"What is steak?"

"Argentinian steak, air-shipped." The waiter replied with a little pride.

"I want it medium rare..." Wang Jiani said, looking up at Luo Hao.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, the steak is not cooked well." The waiter raised the corner of his mouth, trying hard to suppress the contempt.

"Huh?" Wang Jiani was stunned.

"Big girl, steak is divided into different degrees of doneness: one, three, five, and seven. Foreigners are used to eating raw meat and drinking blood, so they are sick." Luo Hao explained.

"Sir, this is a tradition, and each degree of doneness of steak has a special meaning." The waiter was a little angry.

"Oh, I see." Luo Hao smiled, his eyebrows raised, "I want a medium-rare steak."

The waiter was about to retort when Luo Hao said calmly, "Tell the kitchen staff to cook it a little better than medium rare. The foreigners won't eat it, but you guys don't know how to cook it. If you really don't know how to cook it, ask him to bring out the kitchen utensils and I'll teach him how to cook it."

This statement is a bit far-fetched.

"Hey, hey, look at what a domineering boss looks like." Chen Yong whispered to Liu Yiyi, smiling broadly. It was obvious that Chen Yong was just trying to watch the fun. "Why don't you come to the western restaurant to eat?"

"Professor Luo still speaks like this!" Liu Yiyi murmured.

"He's a bitch. He usually looks down on everyone and thinks everyone is weak and should give way to him. This time it's because of the girl, so Luo Hao won't give way."

"Sir, we are a Western restaurant," the waiter insisted.

"Western restaurant? Then ask your front office manager." Luo Hao smiled and looked at the waiter, not giving way.

The waiter tried to explain, he said a lot, but was suddenly interrupted by Luo Hao.

"As far as I know, there is no well-done steak abroad. What does it mean when you sell it well-done?"

"Ah?!" The waiter was stunned.

"It's to cater to the tastes of domestic diners." Luo Hao immediately explained, "So, we want it medium rare. If you don't know how to make it, please ask your front office manager to come."

Wang Jiani pulled Luo Hao's arm, signaling him not to be so serious.

Luo Hao gently patted Wang Jiani's hand.

"Big girl wants to eat medium-rare steak, but why can't she have it?" Luo Hao whispered softly, "They are just pretentious. A few years ago, they insisted on saying something about the aristocratic way of drinking red wine. Later, the Queen of England's way of drinking red wine was exposed. That old lady is almost drinking it with her head."

"Just ignore them."

Luo Hao did not lower his voice, and the waiter's face turned pale.

He wanted to say something, but Luo Hao had already said everything he needed to say.

"Call your manager so I can ask him what's going on. Sorry for the trouble." Luo Hao smiled and said again that he wanted to find the manager.

The waiter glared at Luo Hao fiercely, then turned and left.

"Xiao Luo, there are times when you can be so serious." Feng Zixuan laughed.

These trivial matters were nothing to Feng Zixuan. Xiao Luo was still young, and he immediately got angry when his girlfriend was criticized by someone.

He is usually such a gentle person, why is he so pretentious now?

However, Feng Zixuan realized that he could provoke Luo Hao in the future, but he must not provoke Wang Jiani, who was raising giant pandas in Harbin.

Luo Hao really gets angry.

Soon, cursing sounds were heard from the restaurant's kitchen.

"Eat if you want to eat, get lost if you don't want to eat. What do you mean by medium rare? Do you know how to eat steak? You country bumpkin! What the hell is that?"

Feng Zixuan sighed inwardly. He really just wanted to have a quiet meal.

However, this western restaurant seems to have just opened, and I have never heard of who the owner is.

It seems that I cannot solve it even if I want to, so I can only improvise.

Forget it, Xiao Luo, don’t embarrass yourself, Feng Zixuan thought of this and stood up.

"Xiao Luo, you guys watch first, I'll go over for a while." After Feng Zixuan said that, he turned around and walked towards the cursing voice.

Feng Zixuan thought that Xiao Luo must not be embarrassed.

Young people, for their girlfriends, their hormones are out of control and they do anything.

If he was lucky, he would have gotten through it; if he was unlucky, Professor Sanqing would have died in a western restaurant, so what was the point of that?

Director Tang also followed behind Feng Zixuan.

"Director Feng, why does your voice sound so familiar to me?" Director Tang said in a low voice.

“???” Feng Zixuan didn’t think so. He just thought that Professor Xiao Luo should not be embarrassed.

A familiar person walked towards me.

Hyaluronic acid!
It's him! !
Feng Zixuan felt that this world was so unfair. A guy who injected hyaluronic acid and showed off all over the world was actually making bigger and bigger business and even opened a Western restaurant in a prosperous area of ​​the provincial capital. How could he seek justice?

Ma Zhuang also saw Feng Zixuan and was stunned for a moment.

"Boss, it wasn't him who said that, it was that young man who said that." The waiter complained.

But the next second, his eyes blurred and he almost fainted.

It is said that the boss had just returned from overseas with hundreds of lives on his hands, and was engaged in arms business overseas.

Such a fierce and bandit-like existence directly switched from his domineering form, bent his waist, and went forward like a grandson.

As he walked, he raised his hands, almost level with his head.

This strange posture was like a huge rock, hitting the waiter directly on the head.

Buzzing.

"Director Feng! Why didn't you tell me you were coming? Look, you are being too formal." Ma Zhuang smiled so much that his facial wrinkles appeared, and he looked flattering.

"Manager Ma." Feng Zixuan remained calm.

He had begun to doubt Luo Hao's intention in choosing this store.

Feng Zixuan stretched out his hand and shook hands with Ma Zhuang.

"Look at you, you came to tell me, I almost missed you." Ma Zhuang raised his head, every inch of flesh on his face showed a smile, as if he was cheering.

"Uh……"

Ma Zhuang's extremely contrasting posture instantly made Feng Zixuan at a loss.

For a veteran like Feng Zixuan, there are very few things that can make him dazed, and Ma Zhuang transforming into the form of his third grandson is one of them.

As for what!
"Is Professor Luo here?" Ma Zhuang asked bravely.

"It's the medium-rare steak that Xiao Luo ordered." Feng Zixuan was relieved, and he controlled his tone and attitude as he spoke lightly.

"Fuck, I knew it! Someone with such good taste must not be an ordinary person, it must be Professor Luo!"

"..."

"..."

Feng Zixuan, Director Tang, and the waiter were all dumbfounded.

"Foreigners are just fucking unevolved beasts. They eat everything raw. When I was in Cuba, I ate steak with them, and an American who came to import drones actually ate a rare steak."

"That thing foams with blood when you eat it. What the hell! My dog ​​is more familiar with it than them."

"Well done, well done!"

Ma Zhuang praised repeatedly.

Feng Zixuan was speechless and stared at Ma Zhuang in a daze.

However, Ma Zhuang did not go directly to find Luo Hao, but turned around and kicked the waiter in the thigh.

Not very hard, just a gesture.

"Tell the chef to come out with the cooking utensils and fry the steak to medium rare in front of Professor Luo!"

The waiter was stunned.

But he came to his senses before Ma Zhuang kicked him, turned around and ran to the kitchen.

Ma Zhuang then bent over, ran over with a smile on his face. "Professor Luo! I knew you would come to support us!" Ma Zhuang said with a smile.

"Your boss Ma has told me, so I will definitely come." Luo Hao held Wang Jiani's hand and looked at Ma Zhuang with a smile.

Gan!
So that's true!!
Feng Zixuan was speechless.

"I'm going abroad soon, so I'll open a restaurant for my relatives so that my family can have some income."

"It's quite good, a Western restaurant, and quite formal." Luo Hao smiled.

Ma Zhuang made a bitter face, thinking of the scene where the man appeared in front of him riding a great white shark.

At that time, I just thought that riding a great white shark was too weird. Later, Ma Zhuang recalled it countless times and found more and more things to admire.

For example, how strong must the core muscles of the person in front of you be to match the movements of the great white shark and sit steadily on it.

Points like these made Ma Zhuang more and more afraid of Luo Hao.

The word "formal" gave Ma Zhuang a PTSD attack. Who could have thought that he would encounter such a thing after opening a business.

"Professor Luo, you're kidding me." Ma Zhuang tried to speak in an elegant tone, but he felt awkward all over. He changed his tone after saying one sentence, "I can't get used to it either, but those bastards at home think Western food is high-end. Damn it!"

"They don't even roast the meat well, but insist on eating it half-cooked, and they still say that there is some tradition. Tradition is bullshit, what do they call tradition? That's called eating raw meat and drinking blood, that's called not evolving well!"

Luo Hao laughed, "Boss Ma, sit down and talk, and eat together."

"Okay!" Ma Zhuang was overjoyed. He looked around and wanted to sit next to Luo Hao, but the empty seat next to Luo Hao was obviously occupied by someone, probably Director Feng.

He sat directly at the dish position, smiling broadly, "Professor Luo, I specially hired a Michelin chef. Professor Luo, try it later."

"Middle-rare, definitely middle-rare!"

Luo Hao smiled and tickled the palm of Wang Jiani's hand with his fingers.

The girl's palms were full of sweat.

Soon, the Michelin chef came out pushing a full set of kitchen utensils.

Luo Hao winked at Chen Yong, and Chen Yong began to communicate with the chef.

The chef was a little reluctant at first, but when he heard Chen Yong's "local dialect" with the accent of All Souls College, Oxford University in London, his whole demeanor changed.

"Luo Hao, is there something wrong with Chen Yong's accent?" Wang Jiani asked in a low voice.

"In the UK, they still have a system of selecting people who are filial and honest. Accents and bloodlines are everything. The accents in different neighborhoods are different. By the way, didn't someone from the capital say in a short video a while ago that the accents in Dongsishitiao and Shichahai are different?

Just like steak, they are all very picky. They are nothing but aristocrats. They are just a bunch of country bumpkins. "

"Ah, I remember."

"I have nothing to do, so I have nothing to show off. I show off these empty things. It makes me seem nobler than others, but in fact, I am like a clown."

Wang Jiani narrowed her eyes and smiled.

She pulled her hand out and rubbed it on Luo Hao's pants.

The steak was cooked quickly. It was not impossible to cook it medium rare. Luo Hao looked at the chef's skillful technique and thought that sooner or later someone related to this would have to write a paper about it. Cooking it medium rare would be considered backward.

"Hiss~~~" Director Geng hissed while eating.

"Director Geng, are you angry?" Feng Zixuan asked.

"How could I not get mad at such a big thing? I started to get mad when I saw the patient's blood pressure dropping rapidly." Director Geng sighed.

Although the problem complained by the patient has been preliminarily resolved, no understanding has been reached after all. The hospital has not yet finalized how much compensation to pay, and it is not known how much the department will have to bear.

So Director Geng felt depressed and had a headache whenever he thought about this.

It’s difficult to be a doctor. Who can live his life without any accidents?
When something happens, humans have to face such drastic and mild emotional changes. How can they adapt to it?

Director Geng's expression looked a little ugly and a little tired.

Luo Hao suddenly noticed that her facial muscles were twitching intermittently, as if she was in pain.

Opening the AI ​​diagnosis, Luo Hao took a glance.

It turned out to be the case.

"Director Geng, how many days have you been suffering from the fever?" Luo Hao asked casually.

"Today's incident started when I saw the patient's blood pressure dropping rapidly, and then the pain got worse. Eating something hot stimulated the pain even more."

Luo Hao smiled and said that this was all about asking about the medical history. You couldn’t believe everything the patient said and could only use it as a reference.

"Director Geng, please rinse your mouth. I'll take a look."

"???"

"???"

Director Geng and Feng Zixuan were both stunned.

How come he got sick when he was just eating his meal?

But it was just a flash of thought before Feng Zixuan turned his head to look at Director Geng, "Go rinse your mouth and let Professor Luo take a look."

"Ah?" Director Geng didn't expect that he would become a patient.

Director Geng was stunned, but then he saw dissatisfaction in Feng Zixuan's eyes.

Faced with the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard and the governor of the Eastern Depot, Director Geng immediately surrendered. Regardless of how ridiculous Luo Hao's request was, he stood up and went to the bathroom to rinse his mouth.

"Luo Hao, what's wrong?" Wang Jiani asked in a low voice.

"Director Geng is ill, and it's probably not just a case of getting angry."

"Oh? Xiao Luo, what do you think it is?" Feng Zixuan became interested.

"Maybe it's iron deficiency."

"!!!" Feng Zixuan thought of various possibilities related to getting a sore throat, but he never expected that Luo Hao would say it was due to iron deficiency.

"Director Feng, you see Director Geng looks pale. Is he scared? He's an experienced director. He wouldn't be so timid."

"Emmm, you can say that, but there is not enough evidence." Feng Zixuan said.

"Anti-Armor, did you notice that?"

"What is anti-armor?" Wang Jiani asked in a low voice.

"The nails become thinner, with a depression in the middle and bulges around them, forming a spoon shape. This is the explanation given in the book. In reality, the nails mainly become thinner in the middle, which looks a bit weird. And this symptom is usually not serious and difficult to observe."

Feng Zixuan tried hard to recall, but he couldn't remember what Director Geng's fingernails looked like.

"Iron deficiency? Fatigue, tiredness, dizziness, headache, blurred vision, tinnitus, palpitations, shortness of breath, poor appetite, paleness, increased heart rate..." Chen Yong took the mobile phone and began to read.

He finished reading quickly, "It is indeed a little bit similar to the symptoms you described, but Director Geng is suffering from internal heat and discomfort in his mouth."

"So we have to take a look." Luo Hao smiled, "And when asking about the patient's medical history, Director Geng said that it was a surge of anger. I don't quite agree with this. The patient's past and present medical history must be carefully distinguished to be true or false, don't you think so, Old Meng?"

"Yes!" Meng Liangren answered without thinking, "It's possible that he got angry, but there won't be any problem with his nails. Or maybe it's been too long, Director Geng has gotten used to it, and then because of the drastic emotional fluctuations, the condition has worsened."

"That's what we usually call getting angry."

Everyone could see that Meng Liangren was racking his brains to argue for what Luo Hao had just said.

Even if Luo Hao said something extremely outrageous, Meng Liangren would take it as the truth.

Feng Zixuan almost laughed out loud. Meng Liangren was able to find such a strange angle. It must have been hard work for him.

"Well, Lao Meng's level has improved. Although his guesses are not very accurate, they are pretty close." Luo Hao gave an evaluation.

"!!!"

"!!!"

"Luo Hao, you are too good at making up stories." Chen Yong said with disdain, "Old Meng is afraid that you will have no way out, can't you see that?"

"I know, but what Lao Meng said is indeed similar to the actual situation. Director Geng's case is exactly like this, oral ulcers caused by iron deficiency."

"???"

As he was speaking, Director Geng had already come back from rinsing his mouth.

Luo Hao stood up and asked, "Director Geng, have you seen a dentist?"

"I've seen it, and it's said to be caused by inflammation."

Leading questions!
This method is often used by experienced doctors with rich clinical experience, but it is clearly prohibited in textbooks.

Feng Zixuan remained silent, put away his smile, and looked at Luo Hao quietly to see what he was going to do next.

"Oh, this is how our own people treat the disease, all nonsense. They just take a quick look and brush it off without doing any necessary tests, for fear of spending money and then saying that they didn't understand the disease well."

"I've seen it several times, and they always say the same thing: getting irritated." Director Geng felt the same way as Luo Hao and complained in his heart.

"The tongue can also hurt due to inflammation. The dental department is full of nonsense. They just like to push patients away." Luo Hao complained.

The complaining mood seemed to infect Director Geng, and she vented all her dissatisfaction with the dental department.

"!!!"

Feng Zixuan was horrified when he heard this. Professor Luo Haoluo's consultation process was simply textbook-like, but it was a textbook in reverse.

"Of course, I just have a fever. They said it's okay and my tongue looks fine, but I need to go to the ENT department for treatment. It's just a small matter, but Lao Zhou is still refusing to take it. I've never seen anyone like him." Director Geng complained in his heart.

Gan!
This leading question simply... raises countless questions.

Feng Zixuan even wanted to record the process of Luo Hao's leading questions for clinical reference.

This is not just a textbook, it's as thick as two textbooks.

"It's not wrong to go to the ENT department, but it's just a sore throat. Come, Director Geng, open your mouth so I can take a look." Luo Hao had already walked in front of Director Geng. "If your tongue is uncomfortable, it happens to be a job outside the mouth, most people don't know about it."

"That's right. I feel that Mr. Zhou performs extraoral surgeries very well, but he is too willing to shirk responsibility. He doesn't dare to take any responsibility at all. He doesn't act like a man at all." Director Geng followed.

"Ah~~~" Luo Hao exclaimed with a smile.

"Ah~~~" Director Geng opened his mouth wide and let out a cry.

Ma Zhuang standing next to him was stunned.

This is a western restaurant!

Not a hospital!!
Professor Luo must have made a mistake.

"I have a mild case of glossitis. Director Geng, have you treated it?"

"No." Director Geng shook his head. "It's just glossitis. Just take some medicine and it will be fine. The burning sensation is getting lighter and lighter, and you can't feel it normally. The incidence of tongue cancer is very low, so don't worry."

Feng Zixuan sighed deeply in his heart.

Professor Luo's questions seemed full of loopholes, but he actually found out the truth.

After hearing this, Feng Zixuan felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what it was.

"Director Geng, you have burning mouth syndrome. Go to the dentistry department tomorrow morning and they will prescribe some medicine. You will be well soon."

"???"

"???"

(End of this chapter)