While medical experts across the country are still studying the disease, and while they have yet to find a definite way to prevent this large-scale sudden disease, a piece of great news comes from the Yinzhou First People's Hospital - Two patients at their hospital with the same disease improved.
This news was like a heavy rain after a long drought, spreading through the medical community and among patients and their families at a terrifying speed.
"No way? Are the patients at Yinzhou First People's Hospital getting better?"
"Holy shit, the medical level in Yinzhou City is pretty good. They actually found a way to treat this disease that all the major experts in the country have no idea about."
"Mom, we will transfer to Yinzhou First People's Hospital tomorrow. You will be fine soon."
"Honey, your illness can be cured. It really can be cured. Yinzhou First People's Hospital can treat it."
"Damn it! I have to give Yinzhou First People's Hospital a thumbs up. This is really an amazing thing!"
"Doctors from Yinzhou First People's Hospital, I love you, mu~ ma~"
It can be said that as more and more people knew about this news, the name of Yinzhou First People's Hospital immediately became famous across the country.
But a piece of news that came later made everyone collapse immediately.
"What did you say? What made the two patients better was not the medicine prescribed by the doctors of Yinzhou First People's Hospital, but a piece of porridge?"
"Oh my god, my brain, how could this happen? A bowl of porridge cured a disease that experts across the country couldn't cure? Is it so miraculous?"
"Holy shit, porridge can also cure diseases? Wife, just wait a moment and I'll make you a pot of porridge right away."
"Old man, please stop fussing. If porridge can really cure diseases, why do you need those doctors? It must be a lie. Besides, I can't eat anything now, and I have no appetite even if you eat it."
"Can you try it first, what if it works?"
"Boss, is there any more porridge? Yes, it's rice porridge. Give me two pots."
"How much? Two pots? Brother, are you feeding the pigs?"
"Casserole porridge? Yes, yes, I just want porridge, what? It's gone? It's gone before it gets dark? Don't you still have a night market? Damn it, what lunatic wants eighty pounds? You guys? Aren’t you buying one pot at a time? When did you decide on the weight? Forget it, I’ll go to other places to ask.”
It can be said that in an instant, the business of porridge-making places in China became booming.
Many bosses still don’t know what’s going on, and they are still wondering, do people like to drink porridge today? Wife, go find out what day it is today, remember it, and make more porridge on this day next year.
It can be said that everything in the country is in chaos.
At this time, in the Dean's Office of Yinzhou First People's Hospital, Dean Xiang Feiying was so anxious that he almost jumped up.
"Look, find it for me. By the way, move Miss Lu's grandmother to the special care ward and serve her with the highest standards of the hospital. No matter what, you must find out from them the person who made the porridge."
Niu He was about to cry. He didn't get along well with Lu Zhijun and the others just now. Now that the dean has given him this task, it's a shame what others can say.
"Dean, I..."
Before he could finish speaking, Xiang Feiying's face sank and he said: "What are you? Don't tell me that you can't do it... Forget it, I guess you really can't do it. If it weren't for your aunt's sake, You can’t even reach your current position, so I’d better go on my own.”
With that said, Xiang Feiying took several experts directly to the ward where Lu Zhijun's grandma lived.
In another ward of the First People's Hospital, Feng Tianlai looked at his mother's sallow face and sighed.
"Dad, don't worry. The doctor just said that my mother's condition has stabilized. As long as we continue with treatment, I believe she will be fine soon."
Feng Tianlai's father also sighed and said: "I hope so. Your mother has been in trouble this year. She had a respiratory infection the day before yesterday, and she had such a problem again today. Come on, go back. There are people here. I just need to take care of you, you still have to go to work."
Feng Tianlai thought about it and stood up and said, "Okay, Dad, I'll leave first. If you need anything, call me again."
"OK."
Feng Tianlai opened the door and came out of the ward, only to see that it was about to explode outside. Many family members of the patients were crowded in the door of the ward, noisy.
"Doctor, have you asked? Who cooked the porridge?"
"Hey, girl, just say it. We are just asking for a bowl of porridge. Besides, it's not like we won't give you money."
"Girl, this is wrong of you. You see these patients are old people and children. Can you bear it?"
In the ward, Xiang Feiying was also anxious and said: "Miss Lu, you have to know that this is no longer your business alone, it is the business of all patients. They need to know who made this bowl of porridge and where he lives. ?what is it call?"
Lu Zhijun was also going crazy. She didn't expect that Ye Fei's rice porridge would attract so many people. In fact, it wasn't that she didn't want to say it, but that she didn't get Ye Fei's consent.
Finally, when he saw that the people at the door were squeezing the doorframe, Lu Zhijun said, "Stop crowding. I'll call and ask. If the other party agrees, I'll tell you."
"Great, girl, call now."
"At first glance, this girl seems to be a kind-hearted person. Look at how graceful she is. If my son is not married, I will definitely let him get married."
"Your son is getting married. What else can you say? I'll let my son come."
"Uncle, your son is thirty-eight if not forty, right? He's not married yet?"
"What's wrong with getting married? Can't you get divorced once you're married?"
“…”
In the end, Lu Zhijun had no choice but to call Ye Fei.
"Hey, Ye Fei, do you still have any porridge? There's almost a fight here at the hospital, and they all want to find you."
Ye Fei was lying on the bed, holding his mobile phone and smiling: "The porridge is gone now, but we can make it again."
When Lu Zhijun heard this, he said excitedly: "Okay, I'll let them find you now."
Ye Fei refused directly and said: "Don't worry, in fact, the porridge is nothing special. Just tell them and I will teach them how to make it tomorrow."
"What? Teach them how to do it? How?"
"On the computer... or on the phone."
"Uh... I still don't understand. Can you explain it clearly?"
"I will participate in a competition at 11 o'clock tomorrow morning on a live broadcast platform called Xinghe, which is what you often call online live broadcast. At that time, I will tell you how to make porridge and demonstrate it to everyone. This is the only way. It can help as many people as possible, but if they come to my place, I won’t be able to make so much porridge.”
Lu Zhijun snorted and said, "Then I'll tell them."
After hanging up the phone, Lu Zhijun conveyed Ye Fei's original words to these people, and these people suddenly became uneasy.
"Is there any mistake? The porridge maker will do a live broadcast tomorrow to teach us?"
"Holy crap, this method is good, this method is good, so that more people can get treatment."
"This is indeed a good idea. Go watch this person's live broadcast at eleven o'clock tomorrow."
"I have to go see it. Do I need to say that?"
"Ah? Tomorrow? Tomorrow my idol Big Brother from the DD platform will also be broadcasting live. I originally wanted to support him, but now it seems I can only go to this person. After all, my grandfather's health is the most important."
"Me too. I want to go to Xiao Yudi's place on King's Platform to see it. I have no choice now. I'll go to this person's place to see how to make porridge. Seeing my grandma in so much pain makes me so uncomfortable."
Not only were the families of these patients excited, but they were also extremely excited when they saw the director, Xiang Feiying.
"Miss Lu, can you tell everyone what this person's name is? Otherwise, they won't know whose live broadcast they will watch tomorrow."
The question Xiang Feiying asked is also a question common to many family members of patients today.
"Yes, Miss Lu, what is this person's name?"
"Tomorrow's anchor competition? I know about this. Tomorrow seems to be a large-scale anchor competition organized by all China's live broadcast platforms. Is this person also participating?"
"Damn it, I never thought that the person who could cook such a magical medicinal porridge would be an internet anchor. No, I have to watch it tomorrow."
"Hey, wife, tomorrow... oh, stop being a hurricane and go watch another person's live broadcast. I'll give you the name later. Don't ask why. You'll know after watching it tomorrow."
"Oh, I don't care if it's live or not. I just want to know his name right now. I have to see how he makes porridge!"
"Me too, me too, hurry up and tell everyone what his name is."
…
Looking at the group of excited people, Lu Zhijun smiled bitterly and said in her heart, Brother Ye, I'm sorry, I'm going to betray you.
"His name is... Ye Fei."
As soon as Lu Zhijun finished speaking, everyone heard a sudden thud from behind the crowd.
Everyone looked back and saw a guy getting up from the ground, then pushing through the crowd and coming to the house, staring at Lu Zhijun and asking: "Who are you talking about?"
Lu Zhijun looked at the man with red eyes in front of her and backed away in fear.
"What are you doing?" Zhu Chaoyang stepped in front of Lu Zhijun, stared at Feng Tianlai and said coldly.
Only then did Feng Tianlai realize that he had lost his composure, and hurriedly said: "Don't misunderstand, don't misunderstand. The name I just heard from this lady sounded like a friend of mine. Miss, can you say it again?"
Lu Zhijun said weakly: "Ye Fei, brother Ye."
Feng Tianlai: "..."
This guy couldn't keep calm anymore, so he rushed out of the crowd, took out his cell phone and called Ma Qingyun.
"Hey, hey, chairman, it's a big deal, a big deal!"
Ma Qingyun was confused: "Tianlai, what's wrong? Didn't you say that your mother was sick? Did you go to the hospital? Something big happened? Is your mother... gone?"
Feng Tianlai: "..."
"Chairman, my mother is fine. I mean another thing. It's scary. It's too scary!"
"Don't worry, what's going on?"
"I, I... Oh my god, Chairman, I'm so crazy!"
Ma Qingyun: "..."
Ma Qingyun staggered and almost dropped the phone in his hand.
"Feng Tianlai, what did you just say?! Don't you want to do it anymore?!"
Feng Tianlai: "... Chairman, I, I..."
(End of chapter)