Chapter 387 Medium Rare Steak
Feng Zixuan knows the clinician’s character very well.
The ward was full of patients, and no extra beds were allowed, and no expansion was allowed. We simply turned the 3-bed ward into a 5-bed room.
Although this is not illegal, hospitalized patients are the last to bear all the consequences.
If it were Feng Zixuan himself, he would definitely not want to be crowded in a narrow room and would rather live in the corridor.
It's late autumn now, which is better. In the middle of summer, the temperature in the house reaches 40 degrees Celsius, which is extremely 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 blow the air conditioner, and some people can't live without it.
Many clinical contradictions are related to this, which makes people have splitting headaches.
This is a patient who has been admitted. There are countless people queuing up outside the hospital to register.
The medical technology of prefecture-level hospitals is average, and common diseases are looked after. The more difficult ones have to be sent to the provincial capital.
It is more difficult to send it to the imperial capital.
Over the past few decades, this "hidden rule" has been formed.
As for prefecture-level hospitals, they can’t even cure Nutcracker Syndrome, and they can’t even detect it. Their level is indeed very limited.
When you arrive at a Western restaurant, Mejim’s signboard shows that this Western restaurant is authentic in every detail.
Luo Hao's medical team has arrived, and Feng Zixuan walked into the restaurant with Director Tang and Director Geng.
"Director Feng, here we come." Luo Hao greeted with a smile.
Director Geng's eyelids jumped. There were very few clinical directors in the hospital who dared to greet Feng Zixuan with such familiarity.
Who is Feng Zixuan?
Secretly, everyone respectfully calls him the Commander of the Jinyiwei, but disrespectfully, they hatefully call him the Governor of the East Factory.
But Professor Luo Haoluo was actually familiar with such an evil god, and looked like an old friend for many years.
"Little 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.
"Da Nizi! Long time no see, are you still used to Ha Dong's side?" Feng Zixuan asked with concern.
"Hello, Director Feng, Ha Dong is pretty good there. I just look at the pandas every day and have nothing else to do."
Wang Jiani had a lot of dealings with the department heads of the hospital back then. Her fear of Feng Zixuan could be clearly seen in her expression.
"You're welcome. I told Ronaldinho that it would be nice to come to the hospital, go to the infectious disease department or the medical records room, and be quiet. But the job Ronaldinho can find for you is better. Raising giant pandas, no matter how many people spend money, you can't find it. Get this job.”
Wang Jiani didn’t know what to say and moved slightly towards Luo Hao’s position.
Luo Hao smiled and waved, "Order."
"Director Feng, you come first."
"For Da Nizi." Feng Zixuan said , "We can eat whatever we want. It would be good if we can have food to eat in the clinic."
Luo Hao was not polite to Feng Zixuan and handed the menu to Wang Jiani.
"The steak is?"
"Argentinian steak, shipped by air." The waiter replied with a little pride.
"I want medium rare..." Wang Jiani said, looking up at Luo Hao.
"I'm sorry, madam, the steak is not medium rare." The corner of the waiter's mouth has been raised, trying hard to suppress the disdain.
"Huh?" Wang Jiani was startled.
"Da Nizi, the doneness of the steak is 1357. Foreigners are used to eating hair and drinking blood, so they are sick." Luo Hao explained.
"Sir, this is tradition, and each type of steak has a special meaning." The waiter was a little angry.
"Oh, I know." Luo Hao smiled, his eyebrows already raised, "I want nine portions of medium-rare steak."
The waiter was about to retort, Luo Hao said lightly , "Tell the chef that it should be a little more cooked than medium rare. Gui Lao can't eat it, so why don't you guys know how to cook it? If you really can't cook it, ask him to bring out the kitchen utensils, and I'll teach him how to cook it."
This is a bit unreasonable to say.
"Here, come, see what Ba Zongfeng is." Chen Yong whispered to Liu Yiyi, smiling brightly. It was obvious that Chen Yong wanted to watch the fun, "If you can, don't come to a Western restaurant to eat. "
"Professor Luo will still talk like this!" Liu Yiyi murmured.
“He’s a bitch. He’s usually condescending and pretends that everyone thinks the other person is weak and should give in. This time it’s because of Da Nizi, so Luo Hao won’t let her go. "
"Sir, we are a Western restaurant," the waiter insisted.
"Western restaurant? Then ask for your front office manager." Luo Hao smiled and looked at the waiter without giving in.
The waiter tried to explain, he said a lot, but was suddenly interrupted by Luo Hao.
"As far as I know, foreign steaks are not fully cooked. What do you mean by the well-done ones you sell?"
"Huh?!" The waiter was stunned.
“It’s to cater to the tastes of domestic diners.” Luo Hao immediately explained, “So, we want medium rare. If you don’t know how to make it, if you can’t make it, ask your front office manager.”< br>
Wang Jiani pulled Luo Hao's arm and signaled Luo Hao not to be so serious.
Luo Hao's hand gently patted Wang Jiani's hand.
“Da Nizi wants to eat medium-rare steak, but why can’t she eat it?” Luo Hao whispered softly, “They are just pretentious. In the past few years, they always talked about the posture of nobles drinking red wine. Later, the British The queen's drinking style was exposed, and the old lady had to drink it with a big bottle. "
"Pretentious, ignore them."
Luo Hao didn't lower his voice. The waiter listened. There were patches of blue and white on his face.
He wanted to say something, but Luo Hao had already said everything he needed to say.
"Come to your manager. I'll ask what's going on. I'm in trouble." Luo Hao smiled and said again that he wanted to see the manager.
The waiter glared at Luo Hao fiercely, turned and left.
"Ronaldiner, you also have such serious moments." Feng Zixuan laughed.
These nonsense things are nothing to Feng Zixuan. Ronaldinho is still young, and he immediately stabbed his girlfriend after she was criticized.
Why is this person who is usually so gentle now so pretentious?
However, Feng Zixuan realized that he could provoke Luo Hao in the future, but he must not provoke Wang Jiani, who raised giant pandas in Hadong.
Luo Hao can really get angry.
Soon, cursing sounds came from the back kitchen of the restaurant.
“Eat it if you want to eat it, get out if you don’t want to eat it, medium rare, do you know how to eat steak. Country bumpkin! What the hell.”
Feng Zixuan sighed inwardly. He really just wanted to have a meal in peace.
But this Western restaurant seems to have just opened, and I have never heard of the owner behind the scenes.
Even if I want to solve it, I can't seem to solve it, so I can only adapt to circumstances.
Forget it, Ronaldinho can't get off the stage, Feng Zixuan thought and stood up.
"Ronald, you guys watch first, I'll go for a while." After Feng Zixuan finished speaking, he turned around and walked over to the scolding voice.
Ronaldinho must not be prevented from coming to the stage, this is Feng Zixuan's idea.
Young people, your hormones are so high because of your girlfriend that you don’t know what to do.
If you're lucky, that's it; if you're not lucky, Professor Sanqing ends up in a Western restaurant, so why bother?
Director Tang also followed Feng Zixuan.
"Feng Chu, why do I feel that the voice is so familiar?" Director Tang whispered.
"???" Feng Zixuan didn't think so, he just thought that Professor Ronaldinho couldn't be prevented from coming to power.
Facing us, a familiar person walked over.
Hyaluronic acid!
It turned out to be him! !
Feng Zixuan feels that the world is simply too unfair. A guy who injects hyaluronic acid to show off to the world actually has a bigger and bigger business. He has opened Western restaurants in prosperous areas of the provincial capital. How can he reason with him?
Ma Zhuang also saw Feng Zixuan, and he was stunned for a moment.
"Boss, it wasn't him who said it, it was the young man who said it." The waiter complained.
But the next second, his eyes blurred and he almost fainted.
It is said that my boss has just returned from overseas, with hundreds of lives in his hands, and he is engaged in arms business overseas.
Such a gangster-like existence switched directly from a domineering and exposed form, bent down, and faced him like a grandson.
As he walked, he raised his hands, almost at the same level as his head.
This weird posture was like a big stone hitting the waiter on the head.
Buzzing.
"Director Feng! Why didn't you tell me when you came! Look, you've seen someone else." Ma Zhuang was smiling with a flattering smile on his face. .
"Manager Ma." Feng Zixuan remained calm.
He had begun to doubt Luo Hao's intentions in choosing this store.
Feng Zixuan stretched out his hand and shook Ma Zhuang's hand.
“Look, come and tell me, I almost missed you.” Ma Zhuang raised his head, with a smile on every trace of his face, as if he was cheering for joy.
"Uh..."
Ma Zhuang's contrasting attitude instantly made Feng Zixuan at a loss.
For a veteran like Feng Zixuan, there are very few things that can make him confused. Ma Zhuang's transformation 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 Ronaldinho asked for." Feng Zixuan was relieved and said calmly, controlling his tone and attitude.
“Holy shit, I knew it! A person with such good taste must be no ordinary person. It is indeed Professor Luo!”
"..."
"..."
Feng Zixuan, Director Tang, and the waiter were all dumbfounded.
“Foreigners are fucking unevolved beasts. They eat everything raw. When I was in Cuba, I ate steak with them, and a Yankee who came to import drones actually ate a penny. Cooked steak.”
“It makes you spit out blood when you take a bite. My dog eats it better than them.”
"Medium rare is good, medium rare is good!"
Ma Zhuang praised repeatedly.
Feng Zixuan was dumbfounded, speechless, and looked at Ma Zhuang blankly.
But Ma Zhuang did not go directly to Luo Hao, but turned around and kicked the waiter in the thigh.
Not very hard, just a gesture.
"Ask the chef to come out, bring the kitchen utensils, and fry the steak to medium rare in Professor Luo's direction!"
The waiter was startled.
But he still woke up before Ma Zhuang kicked him, turned around and ran to the kitchen.
Ma Zhuang then bent down and trotted over with a smile on his face. "Professor Luo! I knew you would come to support me!" Ma Zhuang said with a smile.
"Your boss Ma told me, I will definitely come." Luo Hao held Wang Jiani's hand and looked at Ma Zhuang with a smile.
Gan!
So that’s really the case! !
Feng Zixuan was speechless.
“I’m going abroad soon. I want to open a restaurant for my relatives, so my family can make some money.”
"It's pretty good, a Western restaurant, quite formal." Luo Hao smiled.
Ma Zhuang grimaced, remembering the scene in front of him when the man riding a great white shark appeared in front of him.
At that time, I just thought riding a great white shark was too weird. Later, Ma Zhuang recalled it countless times and found more and more points of admiration.
For example, how strong is the core muscle group of the person in front of me in order to match the movements of the great white shark and to be able to sit firmly on the great white shark.
Points like this made Ma Zhuang's fear of Luo Hao grow stronger.
The word "regular" made Ma Zhuang suffer from PTSD. Who would have thought that he would encounter such a thing after opening the business.
"Professor Luo, you are kidding me." Ma Zhuang tried to speak in an elegant tone, but he felt awkward all over and changed his tune after he said one sentence, "I can't get used to it, but those bastards at home I think Western food is high-end, Tamale Gobi!”
“The meat is not cooked well, so it has to be half-cooked, what else can you say? So traditional. What do they call tradition? That’s called drinking blood, but that’s not evolved!”
Luo Hao laughed, “Boss Ma, sit down and let’s eat together.”
< br>"Okay!" Ma Zhangzheng was delighted, looked at it, and wanted to sit next to Luo Hao, but the empty seat next to Luo Hao was obviously occupied, and it should be Director Feng's.
He sat directly at the dish, with a smile on his face, "Professor Luo, I specially hired a Michelin chef. Professor Luo, try it later."
"Medium rare, it must be eight. Ripe!"
Luo Hao smiled and scratched Wang Jiani's palm.
Da Nizi’s palms were all sweaty.
Soon, the Michelin chef came out with a full set of kitchen utensils.
Luo Hao winked at Chen Yong, and Chen Yong began to communicate with the chef.
Originally the chef was a little reluctant, but when he heard Chen Yong’s “local dialect” with the accent of All Souls College, Oxford University, London, his whole attitude changed.
"Luo Hao, is there something wrong with Chen Yong's accent?" Wang Jiani asked in a low voice.
“The British side still promotes filial piety and integrity. Accent and bloodline trump everything else. The accents in different neighborhoods are different. By the way, there was a person from the imperial capital in the short video some time ago talking about Dongsi Shitiao. The accent is different from that of Shichahai.
They are poor and sophisticated, they are a bunch of bumpkins.”
"Ah, I remember."
"It's all idle, there's nothing to show off, just showing off these frivolous things. It seems to be nobler than others, but in fact, it's like a clown. .”
Wang Jiani narrowed her eyes and smiled.
She took out her hand and rubbed it on Luo Hao's pants.
The steak was fried quickly, and it was not impossible to fry it medium rare. Luo Hao looked at the chef's skillful techniques and thought that sooner or later, the relevant people would write a paper. Lagging performance.
"Hiss~~~" Director Geng hissed while eating.
"Director Geng, are you angry?" Feng Zixuan asked.
"Can I not get angry? It's such a big thing. I saw the patient's blood pressure plummeting and started to get angry." Director Geng sighed.
Although the patient's complaint has been initially resolved, no understanding has been reached. The hospital has not yet finalized how much compensation it will pay, and it is not known how much Corey will bear.
So Director Geng felt depressed and had a headache when he thought about this.
It’s hard to be a doctor, who can live a lifetime without any accidents?
How can humans adapt to such extreme and mild emotional changes when something goes wrong?
Director Geng's expression was a little ugly and 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.
So that's it.
"Director Geng, how many days have you been angry?" Luo Hao asked in a casual manner.
"What happened today started when I saw the patient's blood pressure drop, and it started to hurt more and more. When I ate something hot, it hurt even more."
Luo Hao laughed. Just smile and ask about the medical history. You can’t believe everything the patient says, it can only be used as a reference.
"Director Geng, rinse your mouth and let me check your eyes."
"???"
"???"
Director Geng and Feng Zixuan were both stunned.
How could I feel sick while eating well?
But with just a flash of thought, Feng Zixuan turned his head and looked at Director Geng, "Go and 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 for a moment, but then he saw dissatisfaction in Feng Zixuan's eyes.
Facing the commander of Jinyiwei and the governor of Dongchang, Director Geng immediately gave in. No matter 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 softly.
“Director Geng is sick, it’s probably not just a matter of anger.”
"Oh? Ronaldinho, what do you think it is?" Feng Zixuan became interested.
"Maybe it's iron deficiency."
"!!!" Feng Zixuan thought of various possibilities related to the heat, but he never expected that Luo Hao would say it was iron deficiency.
"Director Feng, you see Director Geng's face is pale, are you scared? I am an old director, so I wouldn't be so timid."
"Emmm, you can say that, but There is not enough evidence." Feng Zixuan said.
"Anti-armor, have you noticed it?"
"What is anti-armor?" Wang Jiani asked softly.
“The nails become thinner, with a depression in the center and bulges around them, forming a spoon shape. This is the explanation given in the book. In reality, the main reason is that the nails become thinner in the middle, which looks a bit weird. And this symptom is generally not serious. It’s hard to observe.”
Feng Zixuan tried to remember, but couldn’t remember what Director Geng’s fingernails looked like.
"Iron deficiency? Fatigue, easy tiredness, dizziness, headache, vertigo, tinnitus, palpitations, shortness of breath, anorexia, paleness, increased heart rate..." Chen Yong held his mobile phone and began to read.
He finished reading quickly, "It is indeed a little bit similar to the symptoms you mentioned, but Director Geng is angry and feels uncomfortable in his mouth."
"So I have to take a look." Luo Hao smiled. , "And when asking about the medical history, Director Geng said that it was a fire coming up. I don't really agree with this. The past and current medical history stated by the patient must be carefully checked to determine whether it is true or not. You think so, Lao Meng."
"Yes!" Meng Liangren replied firmly without thinking, "It is possible to get angry, but there will be no problem with the nails. Or it has been too long, Director Geng has become accustomed to it, and then because of The mood fluctuated violently, causing the condition to worsen. "
"It is what we usually call getting angry. "
Everyone can see that Meng Liangren is racking his brains for Luo Hao just now. Talking is debating scriptures.
Even if Luo Hao said something treasonous and unethical, Meng Liang would take it as the truth.
Feng Zixuan almost laughed. It was really hard for Meng Liangren to find such a weird angle.
"Well, Lao Meng's level has improved. Although his guess is not very accurate, it is pretty good." Luo Hao gave an evaluation.
“!!!”
“!!!”
"Luo Hao, you are so capable of talking nonsense." Chen Yong said scornfully, "Lao Meng is afraid that you won't be able to get off the stairs, you can't see it."
"I know, but Lao Meng What Meng said is indeed similar to the actual situation. This is what happened to Director Geng. Oral ulcers caused by iron deficiency? "?" Director Geng said. Already rinsed my mouth and returned.
Luo Hao stood up and said, "Director Geng, have you seen a dental department?"
"I've seen it and said it was because I was angry."
Inducing questions!
This method is often used by veteran doctors with rich clinical experience, but it is clearly prohibited in textbooks.
Feng Zixuan was silent, put away his smile, and looked at Luo Hao quietly to see what he was going to do next.
“It’s harmful. This is how I treat a doctor. I’m just talking nonsense. I just take a casual look at him, fool him for a while, and pass by. I don’t do any of the examinations that should be done, for fear of spending money and saying that he doesn’t understand the doctor.”< br>
"I watched it several times, but the same thing always happened. I'm angry." Director Geng felt the same as what Luo Hao said, and cursed.
“My tongue hurts when I get angry. The dental department is just talking nonsense, but they are willing to push the patient away.” Luo Hao complained.
The feeling of complaining seemed to have infected Director Geng, and she vented her dissatisfaction with the dental department.
"!!!"
Feng Zixuan was frightened when he heard this. Professor Luo Haoluo's consultation process was simply a textbook, but it was a textbook in reverse.
"I'm sure, I just got angry. They said it's fine. The tongue looks fine, but the throat is going to the ear, nose and throat. Just for such a small thing, Lao Zhou still pushed it. I have never seen him like this." Director Geng followed. Slander.
Gan!
This inductive question simply... asked countless questions.
Feng Zixuan even wanted to record the process of Luo Hao's inductive questioning for clinical reference.
This is not a textbook, it is almost two textbooks thick.
"It's not wrong to go to the otolaryngology department, but it's just because you're angry. Come on, Director Geng, open your mouth and let me take a look." Luo Hao has already walked to Director Geng, "The tongue is uncomfortable, it happens to be extra-oral, and most people have it. I don't know."
"It's just that I feel that Lao Zhou's surgical operation is very good, but he is too willing to shirk responsibility. He doesn't look like a gentleman." Director Geng continued.
“Ah~~~” Luo Hao said with a smile.
“Ah~~~” Director Geng opened his mouth wide and said the same thing.
Ma Zhuang next to him was dumbfounded.
This is a western restaurant!
Not a hospital! !
Did Professor Luo make a mistake somewhere?
"I have mild glossitis. Have you treated it, Director Geng?"
"No." Director Geng shook his head, "Is it glossitis? Just take some medicine and it will be fine. And the burning sensation is getting lighter and lighter, and you can’t feel it at ordinary times. The incidence of tongue cancer is very low, so don’t worry.”
Feng Zixuan sighed deeply in his heart.
Professor Luo’s consultation seemed to be full of loopholes, but he actually asked about the truth.
That was true. Feng Zixuan felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.
"Director Geng, you have burning mouth syndrome. Go to the dental department tomorrow morning for a checkup and prescribe some medicine. You will be fine soon."
"???"
"???"
(End of this chapter)