Chapter Fifty-Seven: Unstoppable Hemorrhage

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  Listening to the chaotic shouting in the back, Wang Xu couldn't help but sigh and stood up, patted Fu Dongquan on the shoulder and said: "Boss Fu, let's go."

  Fu Dongquan was slapped by Wang Xu, and it wasn't until the next moment that he slowly came back to his senses. He looked around, somewhat at a loss, and said: "Let's go, where are we going?"

  "Nature has settled the account and left." Wang Xu said with a smile.

  "Doctor Wang, are you done eating?" Fu Dongquan asked in confusion. The dish had just been served, and there were still two more dishes that hadn't arrived yet, so how could he be thinking of leaving already?

  "Alright, let's go, I still have something to do this afternoon." Wang Xu said with a faint smile.

  Wang Xu said he had something to do in the afternoon, so Fu Dongquan didn't linger either. He stood up, settled the bill, and left the restaurant with Wang Xu. As they were about to leave, Fu Dongquan still couldn't help but ask, "Dr. Wang, that chef..."

  "The illness has reached a critical point, and it's all up to one stubborn belief to hold on. Even the great god of cooking can't save him now." Wang Xu shook his head and sighed, and that was why he had to leave in such a hurry, because of this chef suddenly falling ill.

  It is often said that doctors have a parental heart, and although Wang Xu doesn't have the mentality of a savior, he was influenced by Wang He since childhood and still has a compassionate heart. When encountering patients, he can't help but lend a hand, but this chef's illness is beyond his capabilities, so staying behind would be pointless, it's better to leave early.

  "What a pity." Upon hearing that the Great Luo Immortal was hard to save, Fu Dongquan couldn't help but sigh and shake his head, saying: "This old Liang has had a tough life all along. It's said that he used to be a famous culinary god nationwide, but for some reason, in the end, he ended up with a broken family and came to Zhongjiang."

  "Kitchen God?" Wang Xu was taken aback, asking in surprise. Although he had also tasted the extraordinary culinary skills of this chef from the dishes just now, he never thought that this chef would have such a big background.

  But after being stunned for a moment, Wang Xu also let it go. If it were an ordinary chef, he couldn't let his personal situation affect the dishes either.

  Cooking and writing/painting are the same, a truly famous doctor can see the emotions and spirit of the opponent from a famous calligraphy/painting, but absolutely cannot see anything from a casual scribble, the reason is simple, one is very dedicated, the other is completely careless.

  The liveliness of this dish is just like a painting, truly the work of a master painter. The paintings they create are not only vivid and lifelike, but also have a certain atmosphere, which often relates to the artist's insight and state of mind. Cooking is actually the same way.

  Anger is not something that can be controlled by humans, it can only be reached unintentionally when one reaches a certain state of mind, as the saying goes "the scenery is born from the heart", and so is the case with the realm of thought.

  "It's true, isn't it? Twenty years ago, in a cooking competition held on Hong Kong Island, the champion was this very Liang Baoming. In fact, his real name is Liang BaoHui." Fu Dongquan said.

  "Liang Bao Hui!" As soon as he heard this name, Wang Xu instantly understood, no wonder, it was him.

  This Liang Baohui was almost famous nationwide twenty years ago, and in Hong Kong and Taiwan, he is a household name, known as the God of Cooking. He was previously unknown, but suddenly emerged victorious in a cooking competition held in Hong Kong at that time, defeating many famous chefs from all over the country and winning first prize.

  However, Liang Bao Hui was like a brilliant meteor, rising suddenly and falling suddenly. Half a year after the Master Chef competition, Liang Bao Hui suddenly disappeared without a trace, his life or death unknown. It was as if this generation's Master Chef had evaporated from the world. In fact, a movie called "Master Chef" produced in Hong Kong later was based on Liang Bao Hui, but the Master Chef in the movie returned to the competition once again. However, Liang Bao Hui disappeared for twenty years, and how many more days he could live was still an unknown number.

  "This matter should be very secretive, how did you know?" Wang Xu asked inexplicably. Since Liang Bao Hui changed his name and surname, there must be some bitter reason for it. If the news that Liang Bao Ming is actually Liang Bao Hui gets out, it will definitely cause a huge stir.

  "I often eat at this restaurant, and over time, I've developed a pretty good relationship with Liang Baoming. One time when I was drunk, I ended up sending him home, and unintentionally discovered a photo of his - it was the group photo from that cooking competition back then," said Fu Dongquan.

  "I see." Wang Xu nodded and didn't ask any further questions. Whether Liang Baoming or Liang BaoHui had any difficulties, it wasn't something he could worry about. If he could cure the illness, he naturally wouldn't refuse, but the problem was that he couldn't cure it, so there was no point.

  After parting with He Fudong, Wang Xu drove back to the clinic. The medicine had been ordered, the clinic was being renovated, and various certificates were almost ready. Now all that's left is to wait for the renovation to be completed and the clinic to open.

  "Dr. Wang, you're here." The nurse asked with a smile as soon as Dr. Wang had just walked into the clinic.

  "Hmm!" Wang Xu nodded, took out a pack of cigarettes from his body, handed one to each person, and casually glanced around, asking: "At this rate, when can we get it done?"

  "In at most three to five days, your request is simple and there's not much work." The foreman said with a smile.

  Wang Xu nodded and wandered around the clinic, occasionally chatting with a few decoration workers. He was originally a good-natured person, these decoration workers were not bad either, he didn't rush them, as long as they did their job carefully, the progress was irrelevant.

  Wang Xu was chatting in the clinic, but at this time, the city central hospital was busy, last night Wang Xu had a phone call with Luo Tongquan, and this morning, Hospital Director Fang Xinghu convened an emergency meeting to announce several decisions. For patients who are critically ill, the final diagnosis must be made by a panel of experts from the hospital.

  It's a coincidence that the hospital usually doesn't have patients in critical condition, but it's not like they never have any. However, Fang Xinghu had just finished a meeting in the morning, and by lunchtime, the hospital had already sent over a patient who was in critical condition.

  The patient was a chef with old injuries all over his body. He was sent to the hospital and vomited blood nonstop. Fang Xinghu heard the news and immediately organized a consultation, but various methods were tried without success.

  "Director Fang, the patient is still vomiting blood continuously, and the amount of bleeding is very large. If we don't stop the bleeding in time, it's hard to say whether the patient can make it through today." The head of internal medicine, Huang Yiyang, said with a furrowed brow in the consultation room.

  "Hmm!" Fang Xinghu also raised his head, looked at the hospital experts present, and then asked Qi Guisheng, the director of traditional Chinese medicine beside him: "Has Old Qian been informed?"

  "Notify him, Lao Ma will arrive immediately." Qiu Guisheng said.

  "Alright, you all think of a way, try to drag it out until Lao Qian arrives, and also seek help from the experts at the Provincial People's Hospital," said Fang Xinghu.

  Several people were talking, Qian Yousheng hurriedly walked in from outside, Fang Xinghu quickly stepped forward and apologetically said: "Mr. Qian, I'm troubling you again."

  "Alright, let's cut the small talk and go see the patient first." Qian Yousheng said with a wave of his hand.

  Fang Xinghu didn't dare to slack off, and hastily led Qian Yousheng towards the emergency room. At this time, several doctors inside the emergency room were all anxiously busy, with various instruments constantly beeping.

  "Transfusion, continuous transfusion, don't stop, if the blood is not enough, immediately seek help from other hospitals." A doctor in his 40s shouted with a mask on.

  "Administer coagulant injection, slow down patient's blood flow, quickly."

  The atmosphere in the emergency room was extremely tense. Fang Xinghu led Qian Yousheng to change into a sterile gown outside and walked into the inner emergency room. The doctors inside were too busy to greet Fang Xinghu, and at this moment, the patient's life was literally being dragged on by these people.

  Qian Yousheng went forward to examine the patient's eyes and tongue coating, then felt the pulse and said thoughtfully: "This patient is suffering from hematemesis due to a hidden disease that occurred decades ago, and there are other symptoms on his body. I'll try prescribing a formula first."

  Qian Yousheng wrote a prescription, and soon the doctor and nurse went down to decoct it. Before long, the medicinal soup was brought in and given to the patient to take, but half an hour passed, and there was still no improvement.

  "Old Qian, is there no other way? At this rate, not to mention the hospital's blood supply won't last, the patient won't be able to hold on for much longer either." Fang Xinghu asked with a frown.

  Such a large amount of hematemesis, the input blood can hardly keep up with the consumption, in this way, there is almost no buffer effect of blood in the patient's body. If the bleeding still cannot be stopped, the patient may die at any time.

  "I'm at a loss too." Qian You Sheng shook his head dejectedly, then suddenly had an idea and said: "Maybe that young man has a way?"

  "Are you talking about Dr. Wang from last night?" Fang Xinghu's eyes lit up with surprise and excitement, asking the question. The patient from last night wasn't given up on by them either, but was still cured by that Dr. Wang. This morning's examination showed everything had recovered, just a weak body, it was simply a miracle. So as soon as Qian Yousheng opened his mouth, he guessed who Qian Yousheng was talking about?

  "That's right, it's him. I'll call now." Qian Yousheng nodded and quickly walked to the side, took out his mobile phone and dialed Wang Xu's number, which was left by Wang Xu when they chatted last night, didn't expect it to be useful so soon.

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