Niu He was really confused by the situation in front of him, and his cerebellum was cramped. He shouted at the old lady.
"You shouldn't sit up. You should be lying down. Lie down quickly."
Everyone: "..."
This time, including a group of nurses and two doctors at the door, they all looked at Niu He like monsters, wondering what the hell is this guy going to do? What does it mean that the patient should not sit up but should lie down? Are you cursing the patient so he can't get up
Zhu Chaoyang was really angry at Niu He's words. He stood up immediately, grabbed Niu He's collar, stared at him and said, "What did you just say? My mother can't sit still." Really? According to what you said, my wife should lie down for the rest of her life, right?"
Niu He: “… ..”
After he understood what he had just said, Niu He wanted to slap himself in the mouth. Damn, what happened to him just now? How could you say that
"Brother, brother, let go first. I just... I just saw the old lady sitting up. She was so excited. The patient can improve, which is what we hope to see."
Zhu Chaoyang snorted coldly and pushed forward, almost pushing Niu He to the ground.
But this guy can be considered a character. Now that he has calmed down from his previous emotions, his eyes are rolling.
"Brother, Miss Lu, what on earth is going on? Oh, I see, the medicine prepared by our hospital for aunt must have worked, right? Otherwise, how could this happen?"
This guy is really excited right now. Now the patient's condition has improved. If the reason can be known, then he can become famous in one fell swoop due to this incident.
But Lu Zhijun ignored him at all.
Zhu Chaoyang curled his lips and said: "Did the medicine you prepared work? Stop trying to flatter your hospital. My mother has had four bottles of intravenous injections since she came in. If it had worked, she would have been up long ago. , see clearly, is your medicine working? This is the bowl of porridge that Brother Ye cooked for my mother today. My mother felt much better after eating half of the porridge. "
"ha?"
Niu He felt a little bad. He blinked, then scratched his head, looked at the old lady, at Lu Zhijun and Zhu Chaoyang, and finally at the half portion of porridge placed on the small table beside the bed. Suddenly, He smiled bitterly.
"Mr. Zhu, medicine is very rigorous. This is not a joke. You have also seen that there are many patients who have the same disease as my aunt. Since my aunt has a way to get better, please tell me the way and explain the benefits and benefits. If everyone shares it, it will save them from suffering, right? This is doing good deeds."
Niu He still refuses to give up, he must know why.
Don't tell me that a bowl of porridge made the old lady feel better. I'm not a three-year-old child. You can't lie to me. I'll tell you.
Zhu Chaoyang shook his head helplessly and said: "I have told the truth. If you don't believe it, there is nothing I can do."
Lu Zhijun also said: "You asked us to tell you, and we told you, but you don't believe it, so why do you ask?"
Niu He: "... But a bowl of porridge... How can it make a difficult disease that experts across the country are at a loss to improve? Miss Lu, if you were a doctor and you encountered such a thing, would you believe it?"
Lu Zhijun raised her face and said proudly: "I believe it."
“…..”
"Miss Lu, stop making trouble. This matter is no longer a matter for your family, but for thousands of patients across the country. If you speak out, it will save thousands of people and thousands of families. "
"But we have already said that it is a porridge cooked by Brother Ye."
"@#￥% Impossible! Do you think that chef is a god of cooking? A serving of porridge can make a patient better? If so, what kind of chef is he? Can't he just become a doctor?"
Niu He was really depressed. Seeing that Lu Zhijun and Zhu Chaoyang refused to explain the reason, he spoke a little irritably.
But at this moment, a patient's family member in the ward spoke.
"Doctor, they are right. This old lady got better after eating half a serving of porridge. I was just here serving my old man. I saw it with my own eyes."
After the man finished speaking, he stared straight at the half portion of porridge on the small table beside Grandma Lu Zhijun's hospital bed, and suddenly smiled: "Little girl, do you still want to drink this half of the porridge?"
Lu Zhijun looked at her grandmother and remembered Ye Fei's words, she could only eat half of the portion and deal with the remaining half as she pleased. You can eat it yourself.
Thinking of this, Lu Zhijun smiled, then handed half of the porridge to the woman and said, "I'm not going to eat it. If you want to eat it, I'll give it to you, but you can just help me wash the thermos box later."
The woman hurriedly took half of the porridge, thanked her profusely, and ignored Niu He at all. Instead, she went directly to the bedside and started feeding her wife with small spoonfuls.
Niu He: “… ..”
Damn it, what’s going on in this society? Could it be that half of the porridge really made the old lady's condition improve? No, no, I don’t believe it, even if I beat myself to death, I wouldn’t believe it. A disease that experts all over the country have no way to treat, actually lost to half a bowl of porridge? Damn it, how can all the doctors in China have the dignity to live
This time, when he saw the woman in the ward feeding his wife porridge, he didn't stop him. The guy also muttered in his heart that he wanted to see if the half of the porridge had any effect.
This woman's wife's condition is not as serious as Lu Zhijun's grandmother, at least he is not in a coma.
After taking a bite of the porridge fed by his wife, the old man couldn't help but praise: "My wife, take a bite too. This porridge is really delicious. It can be said to be the best porridge I have ever tasted in my life." .”
As a result, his wife glared and said, "Does it taste better than the one I cooked in a pot?"
Old man: "...it's indeed better than yours. Hey, old lady, don't leave. What I say is true. If you don't believe me, try it."
The woman was not polite. She took a spoonful and took a bite, but her eyes widened. Then she sat back on the bed and smiled and cursed: "You are not telling lies."
There was nothing she could do about it. After she took a bite of the porridge, she didn't want to admit that it tasted better than the one she made because it was so delicious and fragrant.
The white rice has a soft and sticky feeling in the mouth. In this feeling, there is a strong aroma of seafood, then there is a taste of parsley, and finally the sweet taste of wolfberry and red dates.
Several flavors mixed together create an unparalleled scent.
Although the porridge was delicious, the woman only tasted it and fed the rest to her husband.
After the old man finished eating the porridge, he felt a burning sensation in his stomach. Then the burning sensation centered on his stomach and began to run towards various parts of his body, followed by his limbs.
Not long after, I saw sweat on the old man's forehead, and then his face and neck became stained with sweat after a while.
Seeing the old man like this, the woman was a little worried and said, "Old man, how are you? Why are you sweating so much?"
As soon as she finished asking, she saw that the old man was supporting the bed with his elbows under everyone's gaze, and then... then he sat up with a groan.
All nurses: “… .”
Two attending doctors: "..."
Niu He: "..."
I'm so excited, this... this is true, it turns out that this porridge really has a therapeutic effect on the patient's condition, and this effect is too damn magical, right
The eyes of all the nurses and doctors were about to fall to the ground. As medical staff, they had seen too many strange things, but the impact of this incident on them was simply greater than before. Experts across the country did not It’s a disease that you can’t treat, but in the end half a bowl of porridge is finished. Damn it, where do you want to put the face of doctors all over the country
Seeing her wife sitting up, the woman was dumbfounded. Her body was trembling with excitement. She stretched out her hands and slowly helped her husband sit up, tears streaming down her face.
"It's amazing, it's really amazing, old man, how do you feel?"
The old man moved his arm a little and said, "It's better than before, but my arm is still a little sore."
The woman simply didn't know what to say. She suddenly turned around, bowed deeply to Lu Zhijun and Zhu Chaoyang, and said, "Thank you, thank you, thank you so much."
Lu Zhijun hurriedly waved his hands, thinking to himself, why are you thanking us? This porridge was not cooked by us, but by Brother Ye.
Zhu Chaoyang asked Lu Zhijun in a low voice, "Girl, when did you get such a magical boyfriend? You didn't even mention bringing it home for everyone to see?"
Lu Zhijun: "..."
"Second uncle, I hit someone's trunk again."
Zhu Chaoyang: "... Ahem, girl, are you hungry?"
The two of them talked quietly, and a group of nurses and several doctors were completely speechless.
They looked at the old man who was sitting on the bed and had begun to move his arms, and then the same picture appeared in everyone's mind, that is, a pot on the stove, with a pot of porridge in it, and then white smoke was coming out. …
(End of chapter)