Chapter 695 The sequelae of buff
This was the first time Jiang Feng felt this way. He had eaten Li Hongzhang's chowder before, and he had eaten pure meat wontons that were more severe than Li Hongzhang's chowder, but he never felt like this.
The pressure, anxiety, unwillingness, anger and other negative emotions that had been suppressed and unable to be vented all these days spurted out as he swallowed the chewed pigeon eggs down his throat, making Jiang Feng think I shed tears, I want to cry, I want to lie on the table and cry loudly.
Jiang Feng thought so and did the same.
He held the bowl and cried, crying and eating at the same time. The salty tears dripped down his cheeks into the bowl and into the soup. He cried silently at first, then gradually became louder and louder, until he finally cried until he couldn't swallow.
Everything has lost its meaning. Jiang Feng doesn't think about anything now but just wants to cry loudly.
He finally understood what was tormenting him these days.
It's guilt.
It is guilt for the two grandfathers, guilt for Wang Xiulian and Jiang Jiankang, guilt for Wu Minqi, guilt for other colleagues in Taifeng Tower, and guilt for Peng Changping.
He didn't do anything wrong, he just felt sorry for their expectations of his tolerance these days, and for his own expectations of himself.
People really get stressed because they have expectations.
These silent expectations turned into shackles weighing on him. They were very small and light at first. As time went by, these shackles became heavier and heavier like drops of water forming a river. They put more and more pressure on him, making him nervous and depressed. It took his breath away.
He didn't even know where these shackles came from.
Now that he knew, these shackles were opened and put down.
Along with the tears, he left his body.
People can shout from the rooftop, howl in an empty room, or cry in an empty home.
"I'm a good cook." Jiang Feng repeated this sentence as if he was drunk last night, but this time he didn't even have Wang Hao by his side, so he could cry loudly without restraint, and he could cry louder than before. The voice cursed itself.
"Why am I such a poor cook? It's been more than two months and I can't even make soup stock."
"I'm good at cooking..."
"I really..."
He felt that he was so bad that when he scolded himself, he didn't know what to scold him, so he could only keep repeating the monotonous sentence "I am good at it".
His food is really good. It's just a little bit off, but he can't touch it. It's just a tiny bit off every time.
Jiang Feng felt that he was tired of crying. He was so tired that he didn't even have the energy to say that he was good at cooking. He was so tired that even sobbing felt unnecessary.
He didn't notice that the door had been opened long ago, and there were two people standing at the entrance.
It's Jiang Jiankang and Wang Xiulian.
Wu Minqi told them that Jiang Feng was not in good spirits today. They were worried that Jiang Feng would have no food at noon, so they came back to deliver food to Jiang Feng. They also wanted to take this opportunity to talk to Jiang Feng, but they saw the scene just now.
When Jiang Feng noticed that his parents had been standing at the door for a long time, he had finished crying and felt much more comfortable. After all the negative emotions accumulated for many days were vented, he felt unprecedentedly comfortable and happy.
"Dad, Mom..." Jiang Feng was dumbfounded. He didn't even know when Wang Xiulian and Jiang Jiankang came and how much they had seen.
"Damn it." Wang Xiulian had been wiping tears at the door for more than ten minutes.
"If we can't learn, we won't learn. If the restaurant goes bankrupt, we will go home. Your dad and I will continue to open a small frying shop. Your dad and I will pay back the money we owe. Do whatever you like." Jiang Feng stopped crying and replaced Wang Xiulian cried.
"Yes!" Jiang Jiankang echoed loudly, "Son, if you don't want to learn, let's go home. If we don't stay in Peiping, we'll go back to City Z. If your grandpa beats your dad and helps you get beaten, we'll return the restaurant to Professor Li. We will not suffer this injustice if we don’t learn.”
Jiang Feng:...
He felt a little like crying again.
Wang Xiulian stepped forward and grabbed Jiang Feng's hand: "Hey, don't think about it. Don't think about the kids on the news who committed suicide by jumping off a building because of work pressure. If there is pressure, we will not do it. If we can't bear it, we will go back." Family, if anything happens, your dad will be there, don’t scare mom, don’t be upset.”
Obviously, both Wang Xiulian and Jiang Jiankang thought Jiang Feng had just collapsed due to too much pressure.
Jiang Feng: "...Mom, I just ate Li Hongzhang's chowder."
Wang Xiulian's crying suddenly stopped.
Wang Xiulian was dumbfounded.
Jiang Jiankang was also dumbfounded.
When they just opened the door, they were all so frightened by Jiang Feng's appearance that they didn't pay attention to the food on the table. They thought Jiang Feng collapsed while eating.
"You...you kid." Wang Xiulian felt a little embarrassed for a moment, and quickly wiped away the tears on her face, "Why are you eating this food? You've scared your parents and me to death. Don't eat this It’s time to eat. Your dad and I brought you food, which was cooked by your grandpa. Your dad didn’t even eat a bite.”
"Jiankang, why are you still standing at the door? Close the door and bring the food over. I've been crying for so long and haven't eaten yet!"
"Oh oh oh oh." Jiang Jiankang woke up from a dream and immediately closed the door.
"Mom and Dad, I'm fine, don't think blindly." Jiang Feng's voice was a little hoarse because he cried so hard just now.
Wang Xiulian didn't say anything. She took Li Hongzhang's chowder away and threw it into the toilet.
Jiang Jiankang looked at Jiang Feng as if he was thinking about what to write.
"Honey, do you think there's something wrong with Erzai?" Jiang Jiankang said after Wang Xiulian brought back the empty bowl.
Jiang Feng quickly explained: "I'm really fine."
"It seems a bit." Wang Xiulian walked in and reached out to touch Jiang Feng's forehead very skillfully. She was shocked, "No, I think I have a fever."
Jiang Feng was so dumbfounded that he quickly went to find a thermometer to measure his body temperature.
One test, 39.2℃.
high fever!
Jiang Feng realized belatedly that he felt that he had been feeling groggy not because of a hangover, but because of a fever.
He hasn't had a fever in about six or seven years. To be precise, he rarely even catches a cold. He has long forgotten what it feels like to be sick and have a fever.
It is definitely not a trivial matter for an adult to suddenly have a high fever of this temperature. If it accidentally leads to pneumonia, it will be troublesome. In this way, Wang Xiulian and Jiang Jiankang no longer cared about Jiang Feng's pain just now. They called Jiang Shoucheng and asked him to register Jiang Feng first, and then dragged Jiang Feng to see a doctor at Renyi without letting him eat.
For the sake of insurance, Jiang Jiankang also asked the doctor to do a set of more detailed examinations for Jiang Feng.
The result of the examination was that Jiang Feng had to be hospitalized for a few days for observation, not because of high fever, but because of something else.
"Young man, you must be under a lot of pressure at work recently. Work less overtime and don't work all night long. This will be too much for your body."
Jiang Feng sat on the hospital bed and received an intravenous drip while the doctor explained his condition.
"Working all night?" Jiang Feng was dumbfounded. His working hours every day were not short, but not all night long.
"Young people should not work hard and ruin their bodies just because they are young and healthy. The body belongs to them. You are Xiao Jiang's younger brother. I will say something directly. If you continue to work like this and overuse your body and energy, sooner or later your body will be damaged. It's too much to bear. I heard from Xiao Jiang that you are on vacation today, right? It's a good thing that you rest, otherwise there might be some serious problems if this continues." The doctor warned Jiang Feng because he was Jiang Shoucheng's cousin. sentence.
"Your high fever is temporary. If you get infusions today and tomorrow, there shouldn't be any big problems. Stay in the hospital for a few more days for observation. It's best to ask for leave from the company after you're discharged. Rest more, relax more, and go out for entertainment. There shouldn't be any big problems." The doctor said, "Xiaojiang is now Go to the meeting. When the meeting is over, he will come over and tell you other precautions. If you feel uncomfortable, ring the bell and call the nurse. Your parents should go back to pack. You don’t need to bring too many things, just bring some changes. Just clothes.”
"The food in the orthopedic canteen is okay. If you are not used to eating in other canteens, you can go to the orthopedic canteen. Eat more good food, supplement nutrition, sleep more, and rest more."
Jiang Feng listened to what the doctor said a lot before he reacted: "Doctor, do you mean that my high fever is because of overwork?"
"It can be understood that way." The doctor nodded, "Long-term high-intensity work results in high mental stress. Once you relax, you are prone to develop some diseases. And some of your endocrine disorders are also caused by long-term high-intensity work, but it is not serious and does not need to be used. Take medicine, get more rest, and return to a normal routine. You will be back to normal soon.”
After saying that, the doctor left, leaving Jiang Feng sitting on the hospital bed dumbfounded.
Is he overworked?
Is this considered overwork?
Can this be overworked?
Jiang Feng felt that if he was considered overworked, then most 996s might have the only option of sudden death.
Jiang Feng sat on the hospital bed and thought for a long time before he finally came up with a reason to explain why he was overworked.
Braised pork.
Hard work buffs the braised pork.
The buff of braised pork can make people maintain their enthusiasm for work for 12 consecutive hours, work hard, and go all out, but human energy is limited, and 12 hours of concentrated work will definitely bring a certain degree of burden to the body.
You may be able to bear it mentally, but you may not be able to bear it physically.
Not to mention that Jiang Feng had been eating buffs for more than two months, so it was not impossible that his body would suffer from fatigue symptoms.
The buff of this braised pork is like a tonic. It is useful if you take it occasionally. It is very useful. But if you take the tonic as food and overdo it, the tonic will turn into poison.
After thinking about this, Jiang Feng couldn't help but sigh.
Even though Buff is good, you can’t eat it every day.
It's medicine that's three parts poison. This thing has sequelae! (End of chapter)