"Um... treating infertility!" Chen Jun glanced at the busy people in the kitchen and spoke in a low voice.
This disease is somewhat shameful, especially when there are female comrades in the kitchen.
Um?
Infertility?
Can medicinal food even cure this thing?
Upon hearing this, Sha Zhu's expression became somewhat complicated, and he said reluctantly, "Director Chen, do you have any other medicinal foods? I want to learn some."
"No, you have to learn how to make Five Seeds and Pork Liver Soup first!"
"Why?" Sha Zhu was very puzzled.
"Because Xu Damao is infertile!"
Sha Zhu curled his lips in dissatisfaction: "His infertility is none of my business. There are too few people who need this five-son pig liver soup. There is no need to learn it!"
He felt that he had finally gotten a recipe for medicinal food from Chen Jun, so he had to learn a recipe that could warm the body or cure symptoms such as colds and fevers, so that it could be useful in daily life.
What does infertility have to do with him? He already has a son.
"Xu Damao's infertility really has nothing to do with you?" Chen Jun raised his eyebrows, and that look made Sha Zhu feel uncomfortable all over.
"I...wasn't that Jia Dongxu who kicked me?"
Sha Zhu wanted to refuse, but when he met Chen Jun's gaze, he changed his mind: "Forget it, forget it, I'll just learn how to make this five-son pig liver soup, and I can even earn Xu Damao two dollars!"
I don’t know if it was because he felt guilty, but Sha Zhu didn’t continue to refuse.
"That's more like it. Go get busy first. Come to my office this afternoon to get the prescription."
.......
At the same time, Director Yang drove all the way to the hospital.
Fortunately, there were not many cars in those days, and we arrived at the hospital in just seven or eight minutes.
Director Yang reached into the casserole with his hand and was burned, making him grimace in pain.
"Wow, this clay pot is really good at keeping warm. No wonder Chen Jun wants to use it to cook." In Director Yang's opinion, cooking with a clay pot is slow and troublesome.
Carrying the casserole, Director Yang trotted up to the second floor and opened the door of the ward in a familiar manner.
Although Mr. Liu was a high-ranking leader, he was not given any special treatment when he was hospitalized. He was kept in a large ward with five beds.
The five beds were all filled with patients, and together with the accompanying family members, there were more than ten people in the room.
After taking a quick look at the situation in the room, Director Yang walked towards the bed at the back.
"Mr. Liu, I'm here to see you."
Hearing this, Old Liu opened his eyes. Seeing that it was Director Yang, he waved his hand weakly, "Didn't I come here yesterday? I'm pretty busy at the factory, so there's no need to keep running to the hospital."
"This is just an old illness of mine. I can be discharged after a few days of rest."
As soon as he finished speaking, the woman sitting next to Mr. Liu couldn't help but let out a sigh.
"How many days of rest? Old Liu, don't be so stubborn. The doctor said you'll have to be hospitalized for at least two weeks. Don't even think about leaving after two days!"
After saying that, the woman smiled kindly at Director Yang, stood up and said, "Xiao Yang, please sit down first. I'm going downstairs to take a walk and stop by the cafeteria to get some food."
"Old Liu isn't in good health, so he can only eat soft and easily digestible food."
Seeing this, Old Liu couldn't help but smile and pointed at the clay pot in Director Yang's hand and said, "Why are you still preparing food? Don't you see the clay pot in Xiao Yang's hand? If I'm not mistaken, the thing in this clay pot was made by you and Chen Jun, right?"
"Hey, Mr. Liu, how did you know that?" Director Yang was also shocked!
I didn't say anything, but Mr. Liu guessed it right.
"As soon as I smelled this, I knew it was from Chen Jun." Old Liu supported himself on the bed with both hands and said with a smile, "This kid is also a sly one. He promised me that he would come to my house to cook a simple meal every week, but he disappeared after coming a few times."
Although he complained, there was no blame in his tone, and there was even a hint of expectation.
Now that the weather has turned cold, Chen Jun actually thought of cooking in a casserole, which shows that he wanted to eat something warm.
I really had no appetite during the past few days in the hospital, but when I smelled the fragrance coming from the casserole, my appetite was whetted.
"Quick, put the casserole on the table and let me see what's inside."
Director Yang quickly cleared the table and brought up the casserole.
"Hmm? Why does it smell like herbs?" Old Liu sniffed, feeling a little curious.
Director Yang grinned upon seeing this: "This is the medicinal food I asked Chen Jun to research. It's not only delicious, but it can also cure diseases. I've been smelling it in the kitchen for a few hours, and I feel like my throat has become clearer!"
Director Yang is an old smoker, so his throat is naturally not very healthy and he occasionally has a dry cough.
But when I came out of the kitchen just now, my throat felt more comfortable than ever before.
"Oh, so magical?"
After hearing this, Mr. Liu became even more curious. He carefully took off the lid of the casserole, and a fragrance mixed with the aroma of broth wafted out.
"Gurgle~~~"
Director Yang, who had been smelling the delicious food all the way, felt a weak protest from his stomach.
But Mr. Liu seemed not to hear and took a deep breath.
"Ah, it smells so good, there really are Chinese herbs in it."
After saying that, Mr. Liu took out a spoon and a bowl and filled himself half a bowl.
Staying in the hospital for the past few days has made him feel suffocated. Not only is the time for going downstairs to get some fresh air restricted, but he also has to be extra careful about what he eats and drinks. He can't even touch cigarettes or alcohol.
The medicinal food sent by Director Yang was enough to satisfy Mr. Liu's craving.
After taking a sip cautiously, Old Liu nodded in satisfaction: "It has to be Chen Jun again. Everything he makes is to my liking. Even if this medicinal meal doesn't have any effect, it can at least make me feel good."
Upon hearing this, Director Yang laughed dryly twice and did not respond.
He also didn't know whether the medicinal food would help the body. After all, Chen Jun was a cook, not a doctor!
Mr. Liu drank it in small sips, and soon he had finished a big bowl.
Not satisfied with the drink, he was about to get some more when he suddenly heard the door of the ward being pushed open and several doctors in white coats came to look for the room.
"Hmm? The fragrance is coming from here."
The leading white-haired old doctor smelled the fragrance in the corridor. He originally thought that the cafeteria had prepared some new dishes, but he didn't expect it to come from the ward.
A young doctor following behind him glanced at the ward with dissatisfaction and quickly locked onto the source of the fragrance.
"Comrade Liu, what did you eat?" The young doctor walked past the teacher in front of him and quickly came to Comrade Liu.
"This is the medicinal food made by our steel rolling mill. We specially sent it to Mr. Liu. It tastes good, right?" Director Yang explained on behalf of Mr. Liu with a smile.
Steel rolling mill??
Medicinal food?
What the hell is going on!
The young doctor frowned and snorted coldly, "Comrade Liu's old illness has relapsed. My teacher spent a lot of effort to stabilize him. How could you bring such unclean things into the hospital!"
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