Chapter 808 The Best of the Match - Jiang Qiuqiu
Jiang Qiuqiu single-handedly attracted the attention of everyone in the audience.
The camera in her clinic is simply the best in the room.
People came and went, she kept her back straight, and her voice was gentle in front of the camera. It seemed like an ordinary restaurant, but the people who came in looked depressed, while the people who left had completely different looks.
This is not something that ordinary people can do.
Of course, the most unfathomable thing for everyone is...
"How long has this been going on?"
From the time I opened the video till now, roughly speaking, it's been over 20 minutes, right?
One dean couldn't help but ask, "Her movements haven't slowed down at all."
"You see, she's not just using her natural talent. She's releasing her healing spiritual energy when she's standing still and watching people eat, right?"
"Exploring two or three people at a time, and this... is still going on."
"Dean Zhu, is this really an A+ grade mental healer?" He didn't believe it.
Dean Zhu hummed, "She is indeed an A+ level healer. She is the most talented and inclined student in our department this year."
"Is it more about food?"
"Yes, a group healer with a gourmet focus."
“…”
“Too strong.”
Jiang Qiuqiu, the food-oriented group therapist...
Wait, the two of them were chatting when the middle-aged dean on the far right suddenly interrupted, "Is this the famous anchor from your school?"
Dean Zhu: "She was indeed an anchor before she enrolled."
"It's her."
"Why, old man, do you know her?"
"I know. My daughter likes watching her live stream." Tiantian whispered in her ear, "She seems to be a rising genius who is practicing both spiritual healing and mecha combat."
"Growth type? Dual cultivation!?"
This is a relatively unfamiliar term to everyone.
"Indeed."
Another huge wave.
After hearing so many titles, Dean Qiangwei, who had always refused to admit defeat, fell completely silent.
Such a title, such an age, such a level.
What a powerful wave of newcomers this is.
Out of curiosity, the largest image in the center of the screen has always been Jiang Qiuqiu's department live broadcast.
Qiuqiu stood in the simple kitchen. Although she was making relatively mechanical and repetitive dishes, she was no less tired than when she was making big dishes.
A thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead, and she couldn't help but think that what the dean said was indeed right.
There's a completely different feeling between making healing food in your own kitchen and making healing food in front of patients.
Being watched, their eyes were filled with longing.
This put more burden on Qiuqiu.
The fire is high and the pot is hot, oil is poured into the bottom of the pot, and the sizzling sound is filled with spiritual power that is invisible to outsiders.
She did not close her eyes, her mind gradually recalling the mysterious state she had entered. She raised her hand, rolled the spoon in the oil, put the cut pork slices into the pot, poured hot oil into the pot, and the pork instantly turned white.
The juice splashes out and the fragrance wafts out.
The dishes are freshly prepared on the spot, and the aroma carries a healing flavor.
The people outside were eagerly waiting, and she calmed down.
Soon, a pot of stir-fried meat was ready. In addition to the meat, Qiuqiu also added a tofu fried egg soup this time.
The clear soup has the fragrance of eggs.
The food is served.
Some people wanted to serve it themselves and didn't dare to let Qiuqiu do more work.
She smiled and shook her head to refuse, then gently placed the food in front of everyone.
Some people started crying while eating.
Slightly turbid tears slid down her cheeks and dripped onto the table.
Silently connect to the spiritual sea.
A brief diagnosis will determine the appropriate treatment for each patient.
(End of this chapter)
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