Chapter 519 Zhao Zhengyi tries his best, and the big boss has a sudden idea
Fang Yan deliberately cooked a little more food today.
Mainly because I had a state banquet hosted by Lao Zhou at noon today. In the evening, I cooked some dishes for them. Of course, I made some improvements to the dialect according to their tastes.
After finishing it, Fang Yan took a look at the time and found that it was almost time for shift handover, so he packed the thermos bucket and lunch box and went out to the hospital to deliver meals.
When he was about to go out, the little brother, Director Chen, and Jia Dapeng all followed him.
The younger brother went to find writing materials, Director Chen went to see the legendary overseas Chinese businessmen, and Jia Dapeng went to see the working environment of Xiehe.
Fang Yan didn't refuse, he agreed immediately.
As a result, the young apprentice Zhao Zhengyi also planned to follow, saying that he wanted to see what the patients treated by his master looked like.
So one person's meal delivery trip turned into a meal delivery trip for four, one, and five people.
The five people walked out the door in a mighty manner.
Fortunately, Fang Yan was walking very fast. Just now he had discovered that his somewhat bored uncle also wanted to follow.
If he followed, there would be six of them.
This guy has more doctors on duty.
When they arrived at the inpatient building, Fang Yan found that many family members of the hospitalized patients were also bringing meals. Everyone was carrying thermos buckets or lunch boxes.
Only Fang Yan had the most people and the most things in their hands.
It attracted the attention of many passers-by for a while.
By the time Fang Yan and the others arrived at the ward, Meng Jimin, Xie Chunrong and Chen Wenwei had already arrived and were listening to Luo Huichun handover to them.
When they saw Fang Yan coming with a group of people, several people were shocked, thinking that Brother Fang had added new people to them.
Fortunately, after Meng Jimin took a closer look at the people, he found that he knew these people.
Asked Fang Yan why he brought so many people here, Fang Yan said that he was delivering dinner to the Zhou family, and everyone came to help when there was not enough manpower.
Meng Jimin would have almost believed it if he hadn't seen the child Zhao Zhengyi.
Dialect asked them to take over their duties slowly, while he came to the ward and brought the things to Lao Zhou. Although they were all Hunan dishes, after being modified by Dialect, the taste was relatively lighter.
Lao Zhou didn't expect that Fang Yan would actually bring them dinner.
And there were so many people coming to send it off together, it felt very grand and formal.
There is even a child who seems to be particularly well-behaved.
Lao Zhou thought it was Fang Yan's deliberate pomp, some kind of mainland ceremony for treating distinguished guests. Little did he know that these people were following to watch the fun.
Of course, I was still very happy, and I took the lunch box and thermos bucket handed over by Fang Yan and the others with a smile.
Lao Zhou is still very useful to the kindness expressed in dialects.
When they heard that all the dishes were cooked by Fang Yan himself, Lao Zhou and his wife looked flattered. They originally thought that these dishes were cooked by Fang Yan's family.
Unexpectedly, it was all done by Fang Yan himself.
Fang Yan told them that it was just a weekend gathering at home and they cooked some home-cooked food. There was no other meaning, but they thought it was not too far away, so they dropped by and gave it to them to try.
Then Fang Yan opened the thermos bucket and lunch box, revealing the vegetables inside.
Immediately the aroma filled the whole room.
The area of this special care ward is actually quite large. After Zhou Zhaoqin, who was lying on the bed, smelled the aroma of the food, he also took off his oxygen mask, stretched his neck, and looked here.
As if he knew what Zhou Zhaoqin was about to say, Fang Yan said to her in advance before she opened her mouth:
"You can't eat it yet."
Zhou Zhaoqin was stuck in his mouth, so he changed his words and said:
"I didn't say I wanted to eat it, I just wanted to see what kind of food it was."
Dialect introduced:
"Hunan cuisine includes Xiangxi stir-fried pork, Hunan-style fish fillets, grandma's dishes, hometown tofu, and bamboo fungus and pork ribs soup. The staple food is rice."
Hearing the same name of the dish, Zhou Zhaoqin, who had not eaten a serious meal for a long time, suddenly felt his saliva secreting.
The state banquet dishes were not brought to the ward at noon today, so she could not get enough of them.
Unexpectedly, tonight, Fang Yan directly brought the food he cooked to the ward. The smell almost brought out the greed in Zhou Zhaoqin's stomach.
Just now she said she didn’t want to eat, but now she changed her dialect and asked:
“Can’t I eat tofu and pork rib soup?”
As a result, Dialect shook his head:
"Not at the moment."
After that, he added:
"When you feel better after a while, I will let you eat."
Zhou Zhaoqin could only nod and put on the oxygen mask again to avoid smelling the fragrance.
At this time, Fang Yan turned around and said to Lao Zhou and his wife:
"I know your taste is relatively bland, so I made some improvements to see if you can get used to it."
Lao Zhou nodded, picked up the chopsticks brought by Fang Yan, put a piece of fried pork into his mouth first, chewed it for two mouthfuls, and then swallowed it. He didn't say whether it tasted good or not, and continued to take two more chopsticks. Then while chewing, taste other dishes.
Seeing his appearance, his wife asked:
"How was it?"
Lao Zhou pointed vaguely:
"Eat and see."
Mrs. Zhou had no choice but to take a bite out of curiosity.
Then he nodded and said:
“It tastes good!”
“The spiciness level is acceptable to me, and the seasoning and heat are also very good.”
After saying that, he gave a thumbs up to the dialect:
"Doctor Fang didn't expect you to be so good at cooking." "You praise me!" Fang Yan responded with a smile.
In fact, he is very confident in the food he cooks in dialect. After all, it is something that has been blessed by the system. So far, no one who has eaten his food has said it is unpalatable.
The products produced by the system must be high-quality products. Unless they deliberately want to make them taste bad, otherwise they will be of a high standard no matter how they are made.
At this time, the few people who came with Fang Yan were a little surprised. They really didn't expect that the overseas Chinese businessmen who returned from overseas were actually different from what they thought.
Although the accent is a bit unauthentic, I can still communicate in Chinese, and I don’t look down on other people’s actions or words, and I don’t have any arrogance.
It was the girl lying on the bed who was so thin.
It feels like a pile of bones that will fall apart at any time if the wind blows.
It took so much effort to save such a person with dialect.
Child Zhao Zhengyi ran directly to Zhou Zhaoqin's bedside. He wanted to check Zhou Zhaoqin's pulse, but he was too embarrassed to speak.
So she had no choice but to use diagnostic methods on Zhou Zhaoqin to observe her complexion.
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Zhou Zhaoqin, who was unable to eat, looked at child Zhao Zhengyi and found that the child, who looked slightly similar to the dialect, was staring at her. She asked:
"Little brother, why are you always staring at me?"
Child Zhao Zhengyi responded honestly:
"I'm checking on you."
Hearing this, Zhou Zhaoqin almost laughed out loud and asked:
"Can you still see a doctor?"
As a result, Zhao Zhengyi pointed at her eyebrows and said:
"Your Yintang is dented. Yintang governs the lungs. It belongs to the upper part of the chest and is separated from the heart and lungs. It is also called the Ming Palace. The dent here means that your lung qi is deficient and your Zongqi is insufficient. It should be that long-term illness and spleen and kidneys have caused lung and spleen deficiency, and Yintang There is still some black color, which is caused by kidney yang deficiency and cold water. However, there is currently a circle of red around Yintang, indicating that the blood circulation in the lungs has increased and is gradually improving."
"..." As soon as these words came out, the entire ward fell silent for a few seconds.
Everyone's eyes turned to the little guy Zhao Zhengyi.
Even Lao Zhou and his wife stopped using their chopsticks.
She looked at the child who was talking to her daughter in astonishment.
What's going on?
How old is this child? You actually say this?
Seeing everyone looking at him, child Zhao Zhengyi was a little panicked.
He looked at his master, and when he saw him smiling and nodding at him, Zhao Zhengyi felt a little more at ease. He took a breath and continued:
"When a person gets sick, the disease will appear on the face, and the corresponding organs will appear locally. There are certain rules to follow. My master said that the normal complexion in Yintang is slightly whiter than the surrounding complexion, because the lung color is white, which is normal. The color should be like transparent white silk wrapped in red, and the Yintang should be white and red, just like here.”
After saying that, he pointed at his Yintang.
Zhou Zhaoqin was stunned for several seconds before he came back to his senses and asked child Zhao Zhengyi:
"Who is your master?"
Zhao Zhengyi pointed to the dialect.
Zhou Zhaoqin exclaimed at the dialect:
"This kid is a genius!"
After that, she asked Zhao Zhengyi:
"Kid, what's your name? How old are you this year?"
Zhao Zhengyi said:
"My name is Zhao Zhengyi, I am five years old this year."
Lao Zhou was surprised and asked in dialect:
"Five years old? Do children in China start learning Chinese medicine so early now?"
At this moment, the curiosity of the three Zhou family members towards little boy Zhao Zhengyi reached its peak.
Dialect said to them:
"He is my eldest sister's child. He is interested in Chinese medicine, so I teach him something every day. This child has a good memory, so he learns things quickly."
Lao Zhou was amazed:
"This is amazing. When I was 5 years old, I was thinking about playing with my cousins every day."
Everyone else nodded.
Child Zhao Zhengyi felt a little embarrassed when everyone praised him.
He returned to Fang Yan and asked himself if what he just said was correct.
This reaction made everyone laugh. They didn't expect that this was what he cared about.
Fang Yan touched his little apprentice’s head and said:
"You're right."
This kid learned a lot today.
Zhou Zhaoqin also said to Zhao Zhengyi:
"Little brother, I believe you will become as powerful a Chinese medicine doctor as your master in the future!"
Old Zhou’s wife also said to the dialect:
"A famous teacher like you can definitely teach a great disciple."
Lao Zhou had a sudden idea at this time and said:
"I feel that we should recruit more apprentices and train them all. Then I will pay for you to open a traditional Chinese medicine hospital abroad. This will not only provide convenience to our overseas compatriots, but also make a lot of money from foreigners..."
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