Back home, Chef Qiao first gave Chang Xingwang some basic treatment to stop his vomiting blood, but further treatment would need to be discussed in more detail.
That's what they say. Ever since he found out that the person with cancer wasn't his daughter, Chef Qiao has completely relaxed.
In his words, there is currently no magic cure for cancer in the world, and how much he can help is entirely up to fate.
Zhou Hongyu: ...From what you're saying, you're not planning to go all out?
Chef Qiao was busy preparing medicine in his secret warehouse, and Zhou Hongyu suppressed her suspicions.
The next day, Mr. Duan, Chef Qiao's lifelong friend and whose son was the hospital director, arrived in Beijing from Guangdong Province.
Chef Qiao trusted Old Man Duan's medical skills the most, and worried that he wouldn't be able to handle it, so he immediately called Old Man Duan to come over.
Until the misunderstanding was cleared up and it turned out that the person with cancer was the son-in-law, Chef Qiao was so happy that he forgot to inform Old Man Duan.
"You, surnamed Qiao! You kept yelling on the phone. I already told you, cancer isn't a terminal illness. You can use the medicine we made from that rare and unique herb you had last time. Why did you have to call me over here!"
Zhou Hongyu was present at the time and shot Chef Qiao a sharp look.
Before this, Chef Qiao kept lamenting that he didn't have any suitable medicine to treat Chang Xingwang's illness, and could only try to alleviate his symptoms.
Is this what they call "no suitable medicine"?
They clearly have it, but they just can't bear to let their son-in-law use it!
Chef Qiao jumped up, glaring at his old friend who hadn't been careful with his words: "You, surnamed Duan, what nonsense are you spouting? The medicine has already been sold!"
Old Man Duan then noticed that Zhou Hongyu was there, and raised an eyebrow.
What? Is there a misunderstanding? Isn't the person with cancer your daughter?
Judging from Chef Qiao's rosy complexion, something good must be happening.
Chef Qiao suppressed a laugh: "I've done good deeds for many years, my daughter definitely won't get that disease!"
As long as my daughter is healthy, I don't care if he or she is my son-in-law and I are about to die; my daughter is the most important thing.
Old Duan scoffed, "If your daughter knew what you were thinking, she'd curse you to death!"
Even a day as husband and wife brings a hundred days of kindness. If Old Man Chang's son-in-law dies, his daughter will also lose half her life.
He's still laughing?
The two men hid and whispered in front of her, which deepened Zhou Hongyu's suspicions, so she took the initiative to approach them.
"Dad, Uncle Duan, do you have the medicine Xingwang needs?"
His tone was firm.
Chef Qiao and Old Man Duan exchanged glances.
Your daughter!
My daughter!
Okay, what else is there to hide? Just be honest.
Chef Qiao reluctantly took out his treasures, which were all kinds of strange and unusual things, such as dark, unidentifiable pills, ointments with a strange smell, and so on.
Chef Qiao hesitated for a moment before taking out a pill: "Here, take this to treat your man's illness. This one pill will keep him healthy for three years!"
Zhou Hongyu accepted it without hesitation. Three years? Not enough.
She pointed to the large, black pill that caught her eye the most: "I want this one!"
Is three years enough for a small project, or ten years for a large one? Six years would also be fine.
Chef Qiao screamed, "Ah—"
In other words, if Zhou Hongyu is a daughter, then the big black pill she's pointing at is her son.
Old Duan laughed gleefully.
The two worked together to verify the prescription in the rare and unique book. Chef Qiao was in charge, and Old Man Duan was his assistant. At first, neither of them thought they could make it. Old Man Duan, being cheeky, said that if they could make it, he wouldn't want his share and would give it all to Chef Qiao.
In the end, he actually succeeded. Chef Qiao was exceptionally cold-blooded and ruthless. He brought up what Old Man Duan had once said and heartlessly pocketed the big black pill.
Old Duan was filled with regret. It wasn't because the big black pill was priceless; he and Chef Qiao were both medical students, and this was a treasure they could keep and show off later.
Hehe, it's no use for Chef Qiao to snatch it; his precious daughter will take it away before he can even enjoy it.
Chef Qiao pressed down on the small treasure box, his heart bleeding: "Hongyu, let's think of another way to treat your husband's illness. Maybe there are more advanced treatments abroad. Let Rihui arrange for you to go abroad for treatment!"
This is his 'son', how could he bear to let his son-in-law use it? If anyone should use it, it should be his daughter.
Pshaw, may God bless his daughter so she never has to use this thing in her entire life.
Zhou Hongyu's face turned cold: "Dad, people are alive, things are dead. You can't be a stingy person!"
Zhou Hongyu had no expertise in this area, but in her view, these things were made for human use, and the big black pills could only demonstrate their value after fulfilling their mission.
Otherwise, it will always be an inanimate object, which can be thrown anywhere.
Chef Qiao stammered, "Then...you can take it!"
That's what he said, but his hands were still firmly pressed against the box.
...
Zhou Hongyu, recalling Chang Xingwang's frantic vomiting of blood, disregarded everything else and grabbed it directly.
Chef Qiao dared not refuse her. She reached out her hand and lightly stepped aside, watching Zhou Hongyu take away the big black pill, and cried out in distress.
'No, Hongyu, this thing is too precious—'
Zhou Hongyu took the things and left, leaving Chef Qiao heartbroken.
Chef Qiao glared at Old Man Duan angrily: "It's all your fault for being so foul-mouthed, you had to say it out loud!"
He has made up his mind not to take the contents of the small treasure chest out.
He will help his son-in-law with as much as he can with his illness; it all depends on fate.
Old Duan chuckled: "Hey, we're like brothers, don't say such hurtful things. An eye for an eye, I've already gotten my revenge for you taking my beloved!"
Chef Qiao: I don't want to see you at all!
Chef Qiao shooed him away: "Alright, I don't want to say a word to you for the next three years. Since my Hongyu is fine, go back to where you came from and don't get in my way!"
Seeing him makes my heart ache, my big black pill...
Old Man Duan shook his head slightly: "Old Man Qiao, you're wrong. How can I leave? I must stay!"
"Your big black pill is about to take effect, and I'll have to keep a close eye on it from beginning to end. I want to see if this thing really has miraculous effects!"
Tsk!
So what if it really has miraculous effects?
Chef Qiao understood that if he could make this one and it would go far, the probability of doing it again would be one in ten million.
Old Duan suggested, "Old Qiao, this one big black pill isn't enough to fully exert its effect, what do you think..."
He looked at the small treasure chest that Chef Qiao was tightly guarding.
Chef Qiao immediately sensed the danger: "Don't even think about it!"
He gave away a big black pill, which killed most of his life, and Old Man Duan still wanted to take away the rest of his life?
Old Duan said regretfully, "It seems I won't be able to see the miraculous effects described in the certificate with my own eyes. I think that no matter how good your medicine is, there will still be some gaps. If you keep being stingy and miserly, your medicine will be wasted!"
Chef Qiao's face darkened. "Fine, I'll give it to you. Shut your stinking mouth!"
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