Brush Up Your Proficiency

An artistic scene unfolded in the hospital kitchen. The white coats who had never seen Wang Hao cook before stood there as if frozen, motionless.

If you looked at them head-on, you would notice that only their eyeballs were moving, following Wang Hao's actions, making the whole scene rather eerie.

Chen Hua was one of them. Yesterday, he received a notice from the hospital saying that he had to attend a testing activity this morning.

At the time, he was very reluctant, thinking that he came to the hospital to treat and save people. Asking him to participate in this kind of experimental test was simply a waste of time.

He had already done many such tests when he was in school, but almost none of them had yielded any results.

So, he really didn't have high hopes for this kind of temporary hospital experiment, and he didn't want to waste his time on these fruitless things anymore.

But there was no way around it. The hospital had issued an order. When you're in the hospital, you can't help yourself! He had no choice but to obey, after all, he was still inexperienced and had no say.

Sure enough, when he finally saw the person they had been waiting for all morning, the experiment, which he already didn't have high hopes for, was directly cut in half.

The person in front of him, who looked about the same age as him and had a very ordinary appearance, was the experimental subject they were waiting for? How could this be? This made him even less hopeful about the outcome of this experiment.

However, in the current kitchen, his thoughts were shaken by Wang Hao's artistic operations in front of him.

Chen Hua had seen many scenes of cooking, but he had never seen someone like Wang Hao.

Chen Hua only felt that every move Wang Hao made during cooking was like watching a work of art, making people feel extremely comfortable.

That feeling was as if every dish Wang Hao made was the most perfect painting, with too much being too much and too little being too little.

Chen Hua really couldn't imagine what the taste of the food made in this way would be like.

Smelling the aroma so close, he couldn't help swallowing, and even began to thank the hospital for its care.

Knowing that he had been working hard recently, they allowed him to enjoy such a delicacy.

However, although Chen Hua had expressed high recognition of Wang Hao's identity as a chef, he was still skeptical about the fact that a meal could make a heart disease patient show a tendency to self-heal. After all, it sounded too bizarre.

Under the gaze of everyone, Wang Hao finally completed the production of five dishes, and while gaining fifteen proficiency points, he successfully completed this outdoor cooking task.

After getting out of the chef's state, Wang Hao took a deep breath and sighed inwardly: "Being stared at by so many people is really stressful!"

But fortunately, he was quite confident in his cooking skills. The advanced cooking skill performed as stable as ever. He believed that even if he made a little mistake due to nervousness, it would not affect the final result.

At this time, the expert recovered from the visual artistic enjoyment brought by Wang Hao's cooking. Seeing that Wang Hao had successfully completed the production of the specified dishes, he couldn't wait to arrange for the white coats next to him to start plating the dishes and preparing to send them to the patients to enjoy.

Although he was also very eager to personally taste what kind of deliciousness was hidden behind this mouth-watering aroma.

But as a professional doctor, he had to restrain this impulse and constantly remind himself that medical research was the most important thing.

Since even the old comrades took the lead, Chen Hua and other young doctors naturally did not dare to act rashly. They could only silently endure the temptation of the food and obediently follow the expert's instructions.

Soon, all of Wang Hao's dishes were divided up by them, and finally only one portion was left.

Among the people present, the happiest was Li Nan. Because he/she was also one of the subjects for comparative research, he/she was not only an eyewitness but also an enjoyer of the food.

Li Nan looked at Cheng Yufei and Wang Lan with embarrassment, and then slowly picked up the portion of food that belonged to him/her, and walked with Wang Hao and the other two to a cafeteria connected to the kitchen to start tasting this delicacy.

At this moment, Cheng Yufei and Wang Lan looked at Li Nan, who was eating with relish, with envy, jealousy, and hatred in their hearts.

Watching others feast, while they could only quench their thirst with plums, made them feel extremely depressed.

Wang Lan and the others couldn't help but secretly regret why they had come along. It would have been better to wait outside. Why did they have to be like this now, only able to watch others enjoy the food? This made them feel very unhappy.

At this time, the two of them turned their heads to look at Wang Hao standing aside, as if to say that they also wanted to eat!

Wang Hao naturally understood the meaning in their eyes, but he could only helplessly wave his hand, indicating that he could not do anything about it.

After all, this was the hospital kitchen, not a place he could control at will.

He sighed inwardly. What was this all about? He didn't even get a bite of the food he made. Wang Hao shook his head helplessly.

Subsequently, their gaze once again turned to the kitchen just now. They saw that just after they had finished, the hospital kitchen staff had quickly taken over that place and started preparing for the hospital's normal meal service.

Faced with this situation, they could only continue to wait, waiting for Li Nan, who had enjoyed the delicious food, to complete the examination, and then go out together to find other places to solve the problem of food and clothing, and fill the five internal organs that were protesting because of the aroma of the food.

However, in the hospital's inpatient department, which they didn't know about, a small commotion was caused by this delicious meal.

In the inpatient building, Chen Hua and others, according to the established plan, sent the marked dishes to the corresponding patients and recorded their eating habits and reactions in detail.

Since the inpatient ward did not have a special area set up specifically for heart disease patients, these patients were distributed on different floors and in different rooms throughout the building.

When Chen Hua and the others walked through the corridors, the bursts of aroma from the dishes in their hands made the passing patients couldn't help but look sideways.