Eating is very important!

  Seeing Zhao Yang agree, Liu Juan's family looked at him with hope and expectation.

  Zhao Yang glanced at the time, 5:23, and it was almost time to eat. He smiled and said, "Let's cook and have dinner first!"

  "Eating" is the key to survival! In fact, "eating" is also the key to treating all diseases. In traditional Chinese medicine, as long as you can eat, the illness is half cured, and for seriously ill people, having an appetite is a sign of recovery.

  Zhao Yang read some reports about cancer patients who overcame their illness, and without exception, they all had one thing in common: even when they didn't have the slightest appetite, they forced themselves to eat as much as possible. Many people ate until they vomited, vomited and then ate again, but still persisted. Among these people, some became lucky survivors and lived on.

  Looking at Liu Juan's blog, she used to be a standard "foodie": raw and fresh seafood, meat and vegetables were not taboo, she dared to eat anything, and her appetite was good, with a large amount of food. But now, like other patients who have undergone chemotherapy and surgery, eating is also a painful thing: when eating, the taste is bland, after eating, it often comes out, every day is like this torture, she has already developed "fear" and "resistance" to eating!

  Looking at Zhao Yang weakly, Liu Juan said pitifully: "Okay... okay, what's for dinner?"

  Liu Juan is older than Zhao Yang, but looking at Liu Juan's obedient childlike expression, Zhao Yang felt the ancient saying "a doctor's heart is like a parent's". He said warmly: "Don't worry, it's not that low-sodium and low-fat 'nutritional meal' you had in the hospital! Just eat a little porridge and some small dishes today!"

  In the hospital, Western medical methods are used for treatment, and the food eaten is also provided according to Western medical theory. However, Zhao Yang uses traditional Chinese medicine for treatment, so his diet naturally follows traditional Chinese medical theory as well.

  Liu Juan's stomach only has about 10% of its normal energy, so when it comes to diet, the first priority is to ensure that the food is easy to digest and absorb. If not, no matter how nutritious the food is, if she can't digest it, what's the point? It would only increase the burden on her stomach!

  When Liu Juan heard Zhao Yang say this, she let out a sigh of relief and murmured "uh-huh".

  At this time, Zhu Shouyuan said somewhat awkwardly: "Mr. Zhao, we came in a hurry and don't know where to buy vegetables and grains here?"

  Zhao Yang smiled and said: "Don't worry for now, my parents will send some over later!"

  "Then it's not good manners! We must give money! We brought money with us!"

  As he spoke, he took out his wallet from his pocket, which was stuffed with thick stacks of 100-yuan bills. He opened the wallet to count out a few, but hesitated for a moment before handing it over to Zhao Yang with both hands and smiled: "Mr. Zhao, you can use this money first, and when it's not enough, just let us know, we'll definitely top it up in time!"

  Zhao Yang's hands remained still, his eyes warmly gazing at Zhu Shouyuan as he said, "You can keep the money, it's not easy for you either!"

  One sentence made Zhu Shouyuan's eyes misty, he blinked and smiled: "Mr. Zhao, as long as you can save Xiaojun's life, you are our family's great benefactor! Money is nothing, as long as the person is there, it can always be earned back! Please take the money that should be collected!"

  A dog in the courtyard barked, Zhao Yang glanced out of the door, Zhao Bingxing pushed a small cart with rice, oil and several vegetables into the yard, Sun Zhenxiang carried Chen Xue and followed behind.

  He turned around and smiled: "I haven't finished speaking yet. I said that I wouldn't charge you for treating your illness, so please rest assured that it's really free of charge! The rice and dishes this time are from my own home, and I won't charge you either! However, after you finish eating, you'll need to buy them yourself! Also, this house belongs to the village production team, and you'll have to pay rent!"

  "Alright! No problem!"

  Just as Shang Bai was about to take his things, Zhao Yang stopped him and asked: "Team leader Shang, how is the rent for this house calculated?"

  Ever since he was driven out by Zhao Yang last time, and his brother Shang Baijun was also "stabbed" twice by Zhao Yang, Shang Baicheng is also a little afraid of him. However, when he heard that it was about the rent, he put down his mind and said: "This room... three hundred a year!"

  This house was originally used for village cadres to hold meetings, although there are only two rooms, the outer room is very large, and thirty flats are always available, so this price is still fair.

  Zhao Bingxing happened to push the cart to the door and heard that he was angry: "I said Bai Cheng, our team is still short of this money? A family sold their house for medical treatment, and the money is life-saving. Are you ashamed to take it?"

  Shang Baicheng explained: "Yes, yes, Zhao Yang asked me how much rent I was collecting, but I didn't say I was collecting it!"

  Sun Zhenxiang walked into the house, put Chen Xue on the ground, stood up and said: "It's not collected, it's just right! Your house is used only a few times a year, and it's idle anyway. How can you bear to ask for someone else's money? Besides, there are so many houses in the big courtyard, it won't delay your meeting!"

  Three hundred? One year? Zhu Shouyuan almost didn't dare to believe his ears, he hastily asked: "How much is the rent? Three hundred a year? I'll pay it right away!"

  Three hundred yuan is not even enough for a day's hospital bed fee! As he said that, he pointed out the three hundred yuan.

  Under the gaze of Zhao Bingxing and Sun Zhenxiang, Shang Baicheng's face changed, saying: "Quickly put it away! Zhao Yang treats your illness for free, can our village team still collect this little house rent from you?"

  Zhu Shouyuan stretched out his hand and looked at Zhao Yang: "This..."

  Zhao Yang took out 100 yuan and handed it to Shang Baicheng, saying: "The house is public property, the rent still needs to be collected. First pay 100 yuan, and the rest will be paid monthly!"

  Shang Baicheng saw Zhao Yang speaking to him with a smile, and his mood became as pleasant as if he had drunk good wine. He nodded hastily and said, "Good, good! I'll go open the receipt right away!"

  Zhao Yang didn't bother with him and said to Sun Zhenxiang, "Mom, can you help me make some porridge for Liu Juan first, and then stir-fry some shredded carrots? The carrots need to be scalded in hot water!"

  Because time was quite rushed, Zhao Yang only helped clean up the house and took two beds, but there were no cooking utensils or equipment. However, the production team often cooked meals to entertain leaders from the countryside and counties, so they borrowed theirs directly.

  The big team's kitchen was in the courtyard, with a few pieces of slate on the wall to block the wind and rain.

  Start a fire, Sun Zhenxiang begins to brush pot wash rice cook porridge.

  Zhao Yang walked out, opened the medicine box, took out the old ginseng that Meng Xuehui had given him, and broke off two or three ginseng whiskers to put inside.

  "Put some more!" Sun Zhenxiang said discontentedly.

  "This is medicine, not rice, how can you just put as much as you want?"

  This old ginseng was originally given by Meng Xuehui to Zhao Bingxing and Sun Zhenxiang, but Zhao Yang took it away, and they didn't have any opinion.

  However, Zhao Yang only put two or three roots of ginseng, not because he was stingy, but because of Liu Juan's physical condition. If he had added more, her meridians would not have been able to withstand it! That wouldn't be a tonic, but a poison!

  However, Liu Juan's situation is extremely critical, her life is hanging by a thread, and she must be revived with ginseng! Therefore, the dosage must be extremely precise: three roots of ginseng are already the limit, one root less may not have the effect of reviving her!

  Sun Zhenxiang used a spatula to scoop the ginseng into smaller segments, and seeing that everyone was inside, she asked in a low voice: "Yangyang, I see that girl in the house, isn't her name Liu Juan? Her face is even uglier than Bai Qun's when he was dying. Can she be saved or not? Hopefully nothing bad will happen!"

  Zhao Yang smiled and said firmly: "It won't!"

  Sun Zhenxiang added a piece of wood and said, "It's also true that her family members seem to be reasonable! Alas, the child is so young, if she loses her mother, how pitiful!"

  Two people were talking, Chen Xi supported the door and looked outside, then ran to Zhao Yang's side, hugged his leg and said: "Uncle, I'm scared!"

  Zhao Yang let out a sigh and picked up Chen Xi, patting her back and saying: "Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid! Uncle is here!"

  People who are ill often have a sickly look, and Liu Juan's hair had all fallen out from chemotherapy, her face was thin with only a layer of skin left, her eye sockets were sunken, and she really did look quite frightening.

  He initially thought of not letting Sun Zhenxiang bring Chen Xue over, but he forgot once he got busy.

  As soon as Sun Zhenxiang heard Chen Xue's words, he immediately put down the fire poker and hugged her in his arms, saying pitifully: "Little darling, don't be afraid!" He then looked at Zhao Yang with a scolding tone: "What was Xue'er's mother thinking? Is making money from business so important? Can't she just stay home and accompany Xue'er?"

  Zhao Yang smiled and said: "Today is also a special situation... Besides, we young people have to find something to do, right?"

  Sun Zhenxiang swayed gently in the morning light, saying: "What's more important than taking care of XiXi? This mom hasn't seen her daughter for several days in a row, and she doesn't want to!"

  Zhao Yang said: "Didn't I tell you, old man, that I came back the night before last!"

  Sun Zhenxiang hummed and said, "You don't listen to what Mom says, you just side with her!"

  Zhao Yang slung the medicine box over his shoulder and hastily said: "Mom, you watch here for a bit, I'll go take a look inside!"

  "Ah... you little rabbit, just wait and see how I'll deal with you when I get home!"

  Embraced in Sun Zhenxiang's arms, Chen Xi was no longer afraid. She blinked her two shiny black eyes and looked at Sun Zhenxiang, saying: "What is a little rabbit? Is it Uncle?"

  Sun Zhenxiang was taken aback. A three-year-old child loves to imitate everything, how could he have forgotten this? She hastily said: "Ah, no, no! You can't call your uncle 'Little Rabbit'!"

  P.S: This is yesterday's...

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