Chapter 78: The Kitchen God's Plea

  To be honest, Wang Xu was surprised to see the middle-aged man sitting in the clinic. He had almost forgotten about him over the past few days and didn't expect to run into him again.

  It's not necessarily a reunion, in fact, Wang Xu had never met the person before, and the last time he saw him was just a photo.

  This middle-aged man was none other than Liang Baohui, also known as Liang Baoming, the culinary god who had fainted while having dinner with Wang Xu and Fu Dongquan last time. After Liang Baohui fainted, he vomited blood nonstop at the Municipal Central Hospital. Qian Yousheng had called him on the phone, but he only saw Liang Baohui's photo on the medical record provided by the Municipal Central Hospital.

  At that time, he and Qian You-sheng and several others from the Provincial People's Hospital, including Lan Mao-sheng, jointly diagnosed Liang Bao-hui's condition as very serious. In the end, they asked Fang Xing-hu to ask for Liang Bao-hui's own opinion, and then he didn't know what happened afterwards.

  It seems like Liang Baohui should have given up on treatment and left the hospital by now, but what is he doing here?

  Although he was skeptical, Wang Xu still entered the clinic with Bai Nongxin. When someone came in, Liang Baohui subconsciously turned around and looked at Wang Xu with dull and lifeless eyes from head to toe, slowly standing up and asking tentatively: "Are you Dr. Wang Xu?"

  "I am Wang Xu." Wang Xu smiled faintly and nodded, indicating that Liang BaoHui should sit down. He himself also sat on the chair beside him before asking: "I don't know what this gentleman wants to see me about?"

  "Dr. Wang, I suppose you must have heard of my name, I am Liang Baoming." Liang Baohui said straightforwardly.

  "Is it Pei Dongquan who told you to come?" Wang Xu asked tentatively.

  "Not bad, it was Boss Fu who introduced me to come over." Liang Baohui nodded: "Boss Fu told me about the time you had dinner with him, so I thought of asking Doctor Wang for help."

  "You say, as long as I can do it, I'll try my best to help." Wang Xu said with a sigh, the hero's end, this Liang Bao Hui was once glorious, but now has fallen to such a state, to be honest, he felt very sympathetic.

  "Can Dr. Wang let me live for another year?" asked Liang Baohui.

  "Live for another year?" Wang Xu looked at the other person in surprise. In his opinion, Liang Bao Hui had been suffering from this illness for at least three or four years, and it was already a miracle that he could live until today. Liang Bao Hui himself should be clear about this too. Moreover, since Liang Bao Hui did not continue to receive treatment in the city center hospital, it meant that he had given up on himself. Now, asking him to live for another year, what did that mean?

  "Doctor Wang, wouldn't you mind listening to my story?" Liang Bao Hui said calmly, seeing the astonished expression on Wang Xu's face.

  "You go ahead and speak, I'll listen." Wang Xu nodded his head.

  When he saw Wang Xu nod, Liang Bao Hui slowly closed his eyes, a hint of nostalgia and reminiscence appeared on his face, as if immersed in some kind of memory, it took about three minutes to open his eyes, take a deep breath and start telling the story.

  As Fu Dongquan guessed, Liang Baohui was indeed the champion of that year's Top Chef competition on Hong Kong Island over 20 years ago. Liang Baohui came from a poor family background, but he is a royal chef.

  Li Bao Hui's great-grandfather was an imperial chef during the Guangxu period of the Qing Dynasty. After the fall of the Qing Dynasty, war broke out all over the country. To avoid the war, Li Bao Hui's great-grandfather fled and eventually settled in Hong Kong.

  At that time, the royal nobles were still struggling to survive, let alone Liang Baohui's grandfather who was just a cook. After escaping to Hong Kong, the whole family lived a difficult life.

  Although the old man had eaten his last meal, he was unwilling to let his lifelong culinary skills be lost, so he passed them all on to Liang Bao Hui's grandfather, hoping that one day they could restore their ancestors' former glory.

  Li Bao Hui's grandfather was quite something, when he was young, he was also a head chef at a famous restaurant on Hong Kong Island, and his reputation was unmatched for a time. However, good times didn't last long, when the old man was 40 years old, it happened to be the first cooking competition on Hong Kong Island, because of jealousy, his opponent cut off both hands before the competition started, after being a top chef, he ended up in such a miserable state.

  Although his hands were cut off, the old man still remembered his father's last wish and passed on all his culinary skills to Liang Bao Hui.

  To avoid his grandson following in his own tragic footsteps, Liang Bao Hui's grandfather did not allow Liang Bao Hui to show off his culinary skills until he had fully mastered them.

  That year, Leung Bo Wah was 25 years old. The sixth annual Hong Kong Island Cooking Competition kicked off again, and Leung Bo Wah finally participated in the cooking competition that his grandfather could not attend, and won the championship, becoming a culinary god admired by tens of thousands of people.

  After becoming a culinary god, Liang Bao Hui was invincible, and many high-ranking officials on the island spent thousands of dollars to taste his dishes. Liang Bao Hui lived in a luxurious mansion, drove a famous car, and was surrounded by people, showcasing his culinary prowess.

  It is said that a full moon must be eclipsed, and when the water is full, it will overflow. Liang Baohui's grandfather taught him cooking skills, but did not let him experience social struggles. In the end, Liang Baohui still fell into someone else's trap due to his lack of experience in social struggle. He was glorious for less than a year before he encountered great difficulties, and he himself was thrown into the sea by others, while his wife and daughter were nowhere to be found.

  It's okay, Liang Baohui narrowly escaped death and was thrown into the sea, but miraculously survived. He drifted to Zhongjiang, where he lived in seclusion under an assumed name, unknown to the world for 23 years.

  "Dr. Wang, as the saying goes, heroes don't mention their past bravery, things that have passed are like clouds and smoke, I've been calm and content, with no other desires, planning to just live out my remaining years. But who would have thought that a few days ago, I received news about my own daughter, she's actually participating in the Hong Kong Culinary Competition at the beginning of next year." Liang Baohui said, his voice choked with emotion, tears streaming down his face.

  "Dr. Wang, I know my illness is incurable, but before I die, I only hope to see my daughter one more time, even if it's just a glimpse from afar, and I will have no regrets in death." Liang Baohui pleaded.

  "Now that you know her news, why don't you go find her? It's still early." Wang Xu asked in puzzlement.

  "Now she can't be found, and like me back then, someone signed up for her, but she won't show up until the cooking competition starts." Liang Bao Hui shook his head.

  "How did you know it was your daughter?" Wang Xu asked.

  "Take a look at this." Liang Baohui pulled out a torn newspaper from his pocket and handed it to Wang Xu. Wang Xu took a glance and found that it was only a part of the newspaper, but the headline on it was eye-catching.

  "Legendary chef Liang Bao Hui's daughter Liang Qian Ru participates in the 9th Hong Kong Island Culinary Competition."

  After reading the title, Wang Xu looked at the content below. The newspaper was three days ago's Hong Kong Island Daily, which reported that a month ago, the 9th Hong Kong Cooking Competition kicked off and started registration. Three days ago, a mysterious person suddenly appeared at the registration site and signed up on behalf of a girl named Leung Sin-yu. The household column in the registration form was filled with the words "daughter of the legendary chef Leung Po-wah", which attracted attention from Hong Kong Island's news media.

  However, after the mysterious person signed up, he refused to be interviewed and left in a hurry, leaving everyone on the island guessing whether the kitchen god was dead or not...

  "After reading the news, Wang Xu pondered for a moment and said: 'This might be someone's trap to lure you out.'"

  "Even if it's a trap, I have to go. After being separated for 23 years, I can't miss this opportunity." Liang Baohui sighed and said.

  Pitiful parents all over the world, Wang Xu couldn't help but sigh. Liang Bao Hui had been in seclusion for more than 20 years and suddenly heard news of his beloved daughter, naturally stirring up the last longing in his heart. No wonder he had given up on treatment originally, yet now came to his place to try his luck.

  "Dr. Wang, please, I beg of you, can you taste my condition from the dishes? Your medical skills must be exceptional, and I hope you can help me." Seeing Wang Xu sigh, Liang Baohui suddenly stood up, knelt down in front of Wang Xu, tears streaming down his face, and cried out in a sorrowful voice.

  "Mr. Liang, please get up first." Wang Xu hastily helped Liang Baohui to his feet and let him sit back in the chair, pacing back and forth a couple of times before saying thoughtfully: "Mr. Liang, I don't dare guarantee anything, I can only do my best, as for how long you can hold on, that still depends on yourself."

  "You also don't have confidence in me surviving until next year's culinary competition on Hong Kong Island?" Liang Bao Hui asked dejectedly.

  "Mr. Liang, I'm just a doctor, not God, can only do my best, in fact, whether you can hold on for another year or not, it's up to yourself." Wang Xu said.

  "What do you mean?" Liang Bao Hui asked in confusion.

  "All diseases in the world arise from yin and yang, a person's will and emotions are the key to overcoming illness. If you have an open mind, optimistic mood, strong will, complete recovery is not impossible. Miracles are created by people." Wang Xu explained.

  "I understand, thank you, Dr. Wang." Liang Baohui stood up and said sincerely to Wang Xu.

  "Mr. Liang, you're being too polite. Seeing the decline of a culinary master like yourself is regrettable, even if your time is limited, you can still show off your skills." Wang Xu said with a faint smile.

  "I understand." Liang Bao Hui bowed deeply to Wang Xu, and said sincerely once again. For a moment, the dejected look in his eyes disappeared, and he looked like a completely different person.

  "Hehe." Seeing Liang Baohui's enlightenment, Wang Xu nodded in satisfaction and walked to the side to open a prescription, then came over to hand it to Liang Baoming: "Go back and take it according to the prescription, come once a month, I'll give you acupuncture to match."

  Watching Liang Baohui leave, Wang Xu was also deeply moved for a while. Although he had just comforted Liang Baohui, in fact, he had also consoled himself.

  Since learning about Liang Bao Hui's situation, he himself was first plagued by self-doubt and chose to escape, feeling powerless. The conversation just now also made him suddenly realize that all kinds of illnesses are born from the heart, and only with the confidence to face them can there be hope for recovery.

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