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

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

"Of course I paid the bill and left." Wang Xu smiled.

"Doctor Wang, have you finished your meal?" Fu Dongquan asked in puzzlement. This dish was just served, and there were still two dishes left, so why did he plan to leave. [

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

Hearing from Wang Xu that he had something to do in the afternoon, Fu Dongquan didn't delay, stood up and paid the bill, and left the hotel with Wang Xu. Before going out, Fu Dongquan still couldn't hold back the doubt in his heart, and asked tentatively: " Doctor Wang, that chef..."

"I'm terminally ill, and it's all supported by a persistent belief, and the god Da Luo can't save it." Wang Xu shook his head and sighed. The reason why he left in such a hurry was the reason why the chef suddenly fell ill.

As the so-called parental heart of a doctor, although Wang Xu does not have the mentality of a savior, he has always been influenced by Wang Henian since he was a child, and he still has a heart of compassion. When he meets a patient, he can't help but take action. If you can't do anything, you will be asking for trouble if you stay, and you will leave early if you don't make it.

"It's a pity." Hearing Wang Xu say that Da Luo's immortal is hard to save, Fu Dongquan couldn't help sighing, 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 chef in the whole country. I don't know For some reason, in the end his wife and children separated and came to Zhongjiang."

"God of Cooking?" Wang Xu was taken aback when he heard the words, and asked in surprise. Although he could taste the chef's extraordinary cooking skills from the dishes just now, he never thought that the chef would have such a great background.

But after being stunned for a while, Wang Xu felt relieved. An ordinary chef can't affect the dishes because of his own situation.

Cooking is the same as writing and painting. A real famous doctor can see the emotion and energy of the other person from a pair of famous calligraphy and painting, but he can never see anything from the calligraphy and painting of a doodler. The reason is very simple. One is very devoted. , and one is entirely of the heart.

The vitality of this dish is actually the same as that of a painting. A real master painter’s painting is not only lifelike, but also has a kind of artistic conception in it. Often this artistic conception is related to the artist’s perception and state of mind, and cooking is actually the same.

Anger is something that cannot be controlled artificially, it can only be achieved involuntarily when you reach a certain level.

"Isn't it? In a culinary competition held on Hong Kong Island 20 years ago, the champion was Liang Baoming. In fact, his real name was 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. He was a household name in Hong Kong Island and Taiwan Island. He was hailed as a generation of kitchen gods. It won the first place in one fell swoop by many famous culinary masters across the country.

But this Liang Baohui is like a brilliant shooting star, rising suddenly and falling suddenly. Half a year after the God of Cooking Competition, Liang Baohui suddenly disappeared and his life and death were unknown. A generation of God of Cooking seemed to evaporate from the world. In fact, later A film shot on Hong Kong Island

Wang Xu nodded, and wandered around the clinic casually, chatting with a few decorators from time to time. He is a good-natured man, and these decorators are all good, and he doesn't push too hard. Progress does matter.

Wang Xu was chatting in the clinic, but at this time the central hospital was busy. Last night, Wang Xu called Luo Tongquan. This morning, the director Fang Xinghu held an emergency meeting and announced many decisions. For patients who are critically ill, the final situation must be consulted by experts from the hospital before a final conclusion can be drawn.

It was a coincidence that the hospital usually had critical patients, but they definitely would not encounter them every day, but Fang Xinghu only had a meeting in the morning, and the hospital sent a critical patient at noon.

The patient was a cook with many years of old injuries. After being sent to the hospital, he kept vomiting blood. After hearing the news, Fang Xinghu immediately organized a consultation, but he tried various methods, but it still didn't help.

"President 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 hard to say whether the patient can survive today." Huang Yiyang, the director of internal medicine, said to Fang Xinghu, frowning tightly in the consultation room.

"Tsk!" Fang Xinghu, one head and two big, glanced at all the hospital experts sitting there, and then asked Qiu Guisheng, the director of traditional Chinese medicine, "Is the notification money old?"

"Notice, Mr. Qian will be here soon." Qiu Guisheng said.

"Okay, you all think of a way, try to delay Qian Lao's arrival, and seek help from experts from the Provincial People's Hospital." Fang Xinghu said.

Several people were talking, Qian Yousheng hurried in from the outside, Fang Xinghu hurriedly stepped forward, and said apologetically, "Old Qian, I'm sorry to trouble you again."

"Okay, let's stop gossip and go see the patient first." Qian Yousheng waved his hand and said.

Fang Xinghu didn't dare to be negligent, 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, keep transfusing, don't stop, if the blood is not enough, immediately seek help from other hospitals." A doctor in his 40s, wearing a mask, screamed.

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

The atmosphere in the emergency room was very tense. Fang Xinghu led Qian Yousheng outside to change the dusty clothes, and walked into the emergency room inside. The doctors inside also had time to greet Fang Xinghu. At this time, the patient's life could be said to be delayed by these people. with.

Qian Yousheng went up to check the patient's eyes and tongue coating, then felt his pulse and said: "This patient is vomiting blood due to a hidden disease decades ago, and he has other symptoms. I will prescribe a prescription first." Give it a try."

Qian Yousheng prescribed the medicine, and soon doctors and nurses went down to suffer. Not long after, the decoction came in and the patient took it, but half an hour later, it still didn't help.

"Mr. Qian, is there any other way? If this goes on like this, not to mention the lack of blood in the hospital, the patients won't last long." Fang Xinghu asked with a frown.

To vomit blood in such a large dose, the transfused blood is almost consumed. In this way, the blood does not have much buffering effect in the patient's body. If the hematemesis cannot be stopped, the patient may die at any time.

"I can do something." 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 from last night?" Fang Xinghu's eyes lit up, and he asked in surprise. It wasn't that they gave up on the patient last night, but he was still cured by that Dr. Wang. Checked up this morning, everything is gone. To recover means to be physically weak, which is simply a miracle, so as soon as Qian Yousheng opened his mouth, he guessed who Qian Yousheng was talking about? [

"Yes, it's him. I'll call right now." Qian Yousheng nodded without delay, hurried to the side, took out his mobile phone and called Wang Xu. The call was still from his chat with Wang Xu last night. When Wang Xu left it, he didn't expect it to come in handy so soon.