Chapter 142 Please Save Her, the doctor sighed.
In a moment of impulse, An Fusheng said things he should and shouldn't have said to He Zhi, only realizing his worries on the way back.
"Won't Boss He call the police and have me arrested?"
"But I didn't do anything wrong!"
"If the police ask, just deny it to the death. Let them do a genetic test if they dare!"
An Fusheng quickly calmed himself down, but then fell into a new dilemma: "Did the mothers notice? Could they have noticed it a long time ago like Boss He?"
The thought of this possibility sent a chill down An Fusheng's spine.
"Why don't we just tell the mothers? Yes, we'll tell them when we get back."
An Fusheng mentally prepared himself all the way home, even organizing a very detailed explanation in his mind. But as soon as he got home, he chickened out and told himself to eat first and talk about it later. After eating, he realized he had to prepare the dishes for the afternoon, so he prioritized preparing the dishes and then immediately started cooking them... and so it went until after dinner.
After dinner, An Fusheng went through his speech in his mind several times, revising it. He was ready to deliver it when he suddenly received a message from He Zhi: the electronic version had been sent to him.
Alright! Without a second's hesitation, An Fusheng ran to the study room, turned on his computer, found the electronic version of the plan, and sent it to He Zhi.
"If Boss He is willing to help review the proposal, he probably wants to contract out the canteen to me, so he shouldn't call the police to arrest me, right?"
An Fusheng successfully found a reason to escape.
...
As the physical restaurant was gradually built, An Fusheng was initially eager to train a few chefs, but he couldn't find suitable ones, so he could only try his best to train Wen Yue.
He's already come up with a short-term solution: if Wen Yue can cook independently, then with his help, it should be possible in the short term. At that point, getting Wen Yue to cook independently in a short period would require more rigorous, exam-oriented education.
That means first determining the menu for the physical restaurant, and then having Wen Yue learn from the menu before the restaurant opens.
An Fusheng stayed up for two nights to re-analyze the sales data of the dishes since the restaurant opened, and selected twenty-four dishes as the menu for the future physical restaurant, and asked Wen Yue to start practicing.
"Are we going to make just these twenty-four dishes? Isn't that a bit too few? We used to have new dishes every week, and we regularly had thirty or forty dishes. Now that the menu has suddenly decreased, won't the customers have something to say?" Wen Yue asked.
An Fusheng: "There are too many to learn. There will be new dishes. I will make the new dishes. When the physical restaurant opens in the future, we will also use this model, with 24 fixed dishes and occasionally introducing a new dish. We have too few people and we can't handle too many dishes."
"good."
"Now you need to start learning by doing. I will teach you step by step and strictly supervise the process. Once you pass the test, you will be in charge of making the orders from customers."
"Okay, I understand."
"You've already mastered several of these twenty-four dishes and can start taking orders immediately. Starting today, you'll learn one dish from the menu every day, and you must practice until you're qualified within three days, okay?"
"Sure. But there's a problem."
"What's the problem?"
"If I practice making the same dish every day, will my family eat the same dish every day?"
"Give it to Zhaolin."
Zhaolin, who was taking a cucumber out of the refrigerator: "..."
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After giving the proposal to He Zhi, An Fusheng waited for He Zhi's feedback every moment. Three days passed, and He Zhi didn't send any news. Finally, An Fusheng couldn't help but send a message: "Boss He, do you have any suggestions for my proposal?"
It took more than two hours to reply: I suggest you rewrite it, or go back to school for a few years and then rewrite it.
An Fusheng: Why?
More than that: it's full of typos and grammatical errors, giving me back my unpolluted eyes.
An Fusheng:......
"Where are the grammatical errors?" An Fusheng read through his proposal and felt it was very fluent, expressing everything clearly. There were indeed some typos, probably from his input method, but they shouldn't affect the overall readability.
An Fusheng was depressed.
Two more days passed.
More than just 60% off!
An Fusheng:? ? ?
More than that: From now on, I'll take over our company cafeteria at a 60% discount, otherwise I won't watch it.
An Fusheng thought for a long time: "At a 65% discount, we use high-quality materials, which means our costs are very high."
More than that: Deal!
"It should have been 30% off," An Fusheng said, filled with regret.
Fortunately, He Zhi kept his word and sent back the revised comments the next day. When An Fusheng opened the document, he saw a dense mass of red marks.
An Fusheng is not afraid of having many opinions, but he is afraid of having no opinions at all.
An Fusheng spent a few more days revising the plan, incorporating some of He Zhi's suggestions and omitting others. After all, he had run the restaurant himself, so he naturally had his own thoughts and ideas. However, An Fusheng provided detailed explanations for the parts where He Zhi's suggestions were not adopted.
An Fusheng was very serious, and He Zhi was also very serious about making changes. When there were any ambiguities, the two would listen carefully to each other's opinions and express their own thoughts. An Fusheng felt that discussing work with He Zhi was quite pleasant, no wonder so many outstanding people were willing to work with him.
After a week of countless discussions and revisions, An Fusheng looked at his proposal again and could hardly believe that he had created it. Although he didn't create it entirely, An Fusheng still felt that he was incredibly amazing!
With the plan ready, the next step was to get the real owner of the Starry Sky Restaurant to agree to it. An Fusheng found a time when Wen Min was working from home and went to see Wen Min with the plan in hand.
"Knock knock knock!"
Wen Min never closes her office door when working from home, but An Fusheng is used to knocking on the door politely.
"Come in." Wen Min laboriously peeked halfway out from behind the computer. "Fu Zai, is there something you need?"
Wen's mother's voice sounds right!
An Fusheng looked closely and saw that Wen Min's face was pale and her forehead was covered in fine sweat. "What's wrong with you?" An Fusheng walked over to Wen Min in a few steps.
"My stomach hurts," Wen Min said weakly.
An Fusheng immediately thought of the way Wen Yue looked when he picked her up before, and asked, "Are you on your period?"
Wen Min's period is indeed in the next few days. Although she doesn't usually have menstrual cramps, she sometimes experiences them if she doesn't pay attention to her diet as her period approaches. "Maybe so. What did you need me for?"
With Wen Min in such a state, how could An Fusheng possibly talk to her about work? "If you're not feeling well, don't work. Go back to your room and rest. I'll make you some hot soup."
Wen Min said, "Thank you."
An Fusheng quickly cooked a bowl of fermented rice wine with brown sugar and eggs, and asked Wen Yue to deliver it to Wen Min.
An Fusheng thought Wen Min would feel better after drinking hot soup and resting, but by the afternoon Wen Min was in even more pain and was gagging from time to time. An Fusheng was at a loss and wanted to take Wen Min to the hospital, but Wen Min said no, she would just take some painkillers. In fact, Wen Yue told him that she had already taken them and they had no effect at all.
An Fusheng scooped Wen Min out of bed, carried her downstairs without a word, then called Wen Yue and drove to the hospital.
Unable to determine the severity of Wen Min's condition, An Fusheng drove directly to the best hospital.
When they arrived, they found that the good hospitals were packed with patients. An Fusheng had registered for emergency care, but he was expected to have to wait an hour and a half. Going to other hospitals would be too much of a hassle, and there was no guarantee that they wouldn't have to wait. So they had no choice but to wait at the hospital.
While waiting, Wen Min was sweating profusely from the pain. An Fusheng was so anxious that he kept running to the information desk to ask the nurses how much longer it would be before it was their turn, how serious Wen Min's condition was, and whether they could have a doctor take a look first.
The nurse got annoyed by his questions. Who isn't in a hurry when they're in the emergency room? The nurse replied indifferently: Wait for your number to be called.
Wen Min's face grew paler and paler, but the names of people queuing on the screen did not disappear for a long time. Looking at the increasing number of patients in front of the emergency room and the few emergency rooms available, An Fusheng could do nothing but feel powerless and angry.
A patient came in midway through the process, and several doctors from the emergency room rushed out and wheeled him to the treatment room. The emergency room was immediately more than half empty. An Fusheng told himself that the patient's condition must be extremely urgent, but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel resentful. Why couldn't the hospital open more emergency rooms? Why did some patients who weren't in a real emergency have to go to the emergency room? Why did the doctors and nurses coming and going seem to ignore Wen's mother, who was in so much pain? Why was he so powerless, watching Wen's mother suffer without being able to do anything...
“It’s alright. Everyone’s illness is urgent, but doctors don’t have three heads and six arms.” Wen Min comforted An Fusheng in return. “Doctors know what’s going on. The fact that I’m here to wait proves that my condition isn’t very urgent.”
"Stop talking." An Fusheng was so anxious that he wanted to cry, curse, and even fight.
Fortunately, several of the doctors who had rushed off returned shortly afterward, and Wen Min was finally seen more than half an hour later.
An Fusheng and Wen Yue pushed Wen Min into the examination room. The doctor glanced at her, pressed on Wen Min's abdomen a few times, and said, "It might be kidney stones. You should make another appointment to get an MRI."
It took less than three minutes from when they went in until the doctor called them out.
An Fusheng retorted, "Why do others get to see a doctor for over half an hour, but we get to see a doctor for less than a minute? Can you please take a closer look instead of constantly sending us for tests? Tests require queuing, and we don't even know how long the wait will be. Since you've already diagnosed the illness, why can't you just give us injections and medication?"
The doctor didn't have time to pay attention to them; he was busy seeing the next patient.
There's no way around it, and we can't make a scene.
An Fusheng had no choice but to ask the nurse how to get an MRI. Only then did he learn why the doctor had made him register again. An MRI requires a doctor's order, and the emergency room doctor couldn't issue an MRI order; it had to be issued by a doctor from another department.
These regulations are infuriating, yet people have no choice but to swallow their anger and follow them.
The triage nurse told An Fusheng to quickly register for an appointment with the urology department, but when An Fusheng opened the registration app, there were no appointments available for the urology department!
"There are no more appointments available, so you can't get one." The nurse's tone was indifferent, devoid of any emotion, and she offered no solution.
An Fusheng desperately told himself to stay calm, quickly browsed the appointment booking software, and finally saw that there were still available appointments in the internal medicine department. He quickly booked an appointment, and then he and Wen Yue took Wen Min to find a doctor to get a prescription.
The doctor An Fusheng got an appointment with was a young-looking female doctor. When An Fusheng and his team went up, the next patient wasn't there, and the queuing machine called several times without anyone coming. An Fusheng went in directly and told the doctor about Wen Min's situation, asking her to help him write a prescription.
After listening, the doctor said, "I can give you a prescription, but this is the internal medicine department, and I can't do urological diagnosis and treatment. Even if you take X-rays, there's nothing I can do to treat it."
An Fusheng was filled with sorrow: "Please, save her."
The doctor sighed, "Then you should go get an X-ray first. I'll take a look at the X-ray when you get back. If it's confirmed to be a kidney stone, the pain comes in bursts. I'll give her a painkiller injection first. Once the pain subsides, you can make an appointment to go to the urology department for treatment."
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