Doctor Qin Wei

Xiao Lian slept for a long time, so long that Qin Wei worried whether he would be hungry, and his phone calls, one after another, never stopped

Qin Wei stared at the phone on the table and it rang again, picked it up to check, it was his secretary's, after thinking about it, he still picked it up.

"Boss, there was no news about the banquet last night, and it didn't cause any trouble to Young Master Qin. The Luo family also found out. He secretly returned to China half a month ago, and has been full of the old Luo family. Now If you transfer to your school, you may meet him." Ji Yuqiu was busy all night, and finally intercepted some people's intentional news, and investigated the young master of the Luo family, and was about to report to the boss, but I made several phone calls and didn't answer.

Qin Wei frowned and said.

"I'm Qin Wei. He's sleeping. He has a fever and is sick. Is there anything I can tell you, or he will call you back later." The Luo family he was talking about should be Luo Ziqin from last night, investigating what he did ?

As soon as Qin Wei said this, the voice on the other side froze. Ji Yuqiu really wanted to slap himself. After so many years with the boss, why didn’t he figure out the essentials? There must be something wrong, I still need to draw one after another, oh my god, it can't be a good thing for him to win over the boss and Young Master Qin.

Ji Yuqiu wiped the sweat from his heart, his voice stuttered.

"Yes... it's Young Master Qin, no... I'm sorry, I didn't know the boss was dealing with business with you, I'm sorry." After finishing speaking, Ji Yuqiu hung up right away, Ji Yuqiu's heart was still beating wildly, the boss must not find himself Settle accounts.

Qin Wei's forehead was lined up, what to do, as soon as he heard this, he knew that the secretary's mind was twisted. These people don't pretend to work all day long, so how can they pretend to be these useless things.

Xiao Lian was sleeping, and Qin Wei felt that nothing was wrong, so he tidied up the dormitory. He moved very lightly, and he handled it with care, so as not to disturb him. After half an hour, he finally cleaned up the room. Then I read the book for a while, and it was noon soon, He Ping and the others didn't come back, saying that they were afraid of bringing their world together, so it's hard for them to see the relationship between themselves and Xiao Lian

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Probably not, if you find out, you will definitely ask yourself.

Qin Wei put away the book, went to the bedside and touched Xiao Lian's forehead, it was not hot at all, but he still couldn't sleep

"Xiao Lian, are you hungry?" He didn't eat breakfast, if he didn't eat lunch, the illness would not get better.

Xiao Lian, who was sleeping, didn't move, not even moving his eyebrows, like a dead person, which shocked Qin Wei, and he was relieved when he felt his pulse was normal.

"You don't have a fever now, I'll get you some porridge, and you just lie on the bed obediently and don't go out, you know?"

Qin Wei talked in Xiao Lian's ear, this time he moved a bit, as if to say yes, Qin Wei didn't waste time, took the key and left the dormitory, he came to the cafeteria, thought for a while, and left Go to the back kitchen.

"Tian Bo, are you there?"

Uncle Tian is the chef of the cafeteria. He is a 50-306-year-old man with little education. Some time ago, he went to Qin Wei for medical treatment. Because it was an old disease that could not be cured, he just had the mentality of trying. The traditional Chinese medicine cured his problems. Tian Bo was very happy. Every time he cooks, there are more people in [-] than others, not to mention Qin Wei. Qin and Wei were raised a little fat by him.

"Xiao Wei, Uncle Tian is here." A voice came from behind the refrigerator, Qin Wei walked over, and saw a man lying down looking for something.

"Uncle Tian, ​​what are you doing?" Qin Wei asked.

"Catch the mouse, you don't know, these two days I always feel that a mouse has slipped in, no, the pot of porridge cooked in the morning was thrown away because of a mouse dropping, what a mouse dropping spoiled a pot of porridge, it's so annoying It’s gone.” If the big pot is poured out, how can you not feel bad, in fact, you can still eat it, if Uncle Tian eats it by himself, he definitely doesn’t care about it, but he can’t do that for the students.

"Master, how many times have I told you that it's not rat shit." A 27-year-old man walked over, his face full of complaints. : "It's clearly burnt ginger. The master himself is dizzy and insists that it's rat droppings. He has to pour out the whole pot of porridge, and he has to watch us pour it out. It's really a pity. It's a waste. food"

"I can't tell if it's mouse feces. Have you found any mice?" Uncle Tian raised his eyebrows, and the man ran to look for mice in fright. They searched every corner of the entire kitchen, but there were no mice. Find out, there are no mice here at all.

When Uncle Tian saw the man running away, he thought of Qin Wei beside him.

"Look at these people, I don't care about any of them. How can I leave this place to them when I retire?" Tian Shuyu said earnestly. In fact, this is also the reason why Tian Shu can stay in the medical university as a chef. He is a person who really cares about the food of the students, and Ding Minglei paid attention to this point so that he never left.

"Uncle Tian, ​​maybe it's really just burnt ginger. You, just let them do it themselves. You brought them out with your own hands. You will definitely not make such a mistake."

Qin Wei said with a smile.

"Fart, it's because I brought them out, so I know what virtue they have, don't speak for them, and, what are you doing in the back kitchen, isn't it time to eat now, there are a few things you have today I like to eat." Uncle Tian gave him a sideways look, his expression was fierce, but there was concern in his tone that couldn't be concealed.

"I'll borrow the stove for you." Don't eat greasy food if you have a fever, and make him a bowl of porridge.

Hearing what he said, Uncle Tian beat him up and down, and then said in disbelief: "You can cook?"'

"No." I really don't know how to cook, but I can cook meals, some for recuperating the body.

When it comes to cooking, Qin Wei is really a little embarrassed. It stands to reason that he is alone at the age of 13. He can take care of himself easily and he must be very strong, and he really has no choice. This is cooking, except for some medicinal meals, he knows everything else. He couldn't learn it anyway. When he was a child, he wanted to cook by himself, but within a few minutes, he blew up the kitchen. Since then, he has been eating and drinking at Xiaopang's house.

He also learned it when he grew up. It's strange that he just couldn't learn how to cook. He even signed up for the cooking class. He almost set the classroom on fire. From then on, he never touched the kitchen.

"Then what are you doing with the stove fire?" Uncle Tian asked him with a sideways glance, incomprehensible.

"I don't know how to cook, but I know millet porridge. I have a friend who has just recovered from a fever. I want to make some millet porridge for him."

After Qin Wei finished speaking, he saw Uncle Tian take out a bag of small yellow rice from the refrigerator and throw it to him.

"Don't you really need me to come? Don't set my kitchen on fire." Uncle Tian looked very suspicious. Qin Wei had told him about his own deeds.

"No, Uncle Tian, ​​if you don't worry, you can watch from the side."

Qin Wei took the millet and opened the rice bag.

"Hey, I must be here to watch you. If you really light it for me, I can still put out the fire in time." As he said, he really moved a chair and sat beside Qin Wei, Qin Wei A bit dumbfounding.

Qin Wei's method of washing rice and putting it in the pot is very simple, and they are all normal steps. Uncle Tian didn't find it strange, why would the kitchen be blown up.

After putting the rice into the pot, Qin Wei moved a chair and sat opposite Uncle Tian, ​​and took his pulse. The pulse was deep and strong, and the root cause of the disease had been cured.

Seeing Qin Wei feel his pulse, Uncle Tian's face became much more relaxed, and even his eyes became warmer. If Qin Wei hadn't cured his old problem, this winter would have been difficult again.

"Uncle Tian, ​​you still have to smoke less. You must have smoked a lot recently."

Qin Wei withdrew his hand and said.

As soon as Uncle Tian was corrected, he quickly grabbed his sleeve and smelled it. There was no smell of smoke, but there was quite a lot of oily smoke, which he could smell.

"How do you know that I smoke, I just smoked three when I came out." The nose is too sensitive, I can smell it

come out.

Qin Wei shook his head with a smile. Uncle Tian's problems were caused by smoking. It is really not easy to quit smoking after decades of smoking.

The two chatted for a while, and the millet porridge was ready. Qin Wei poured out the porridge. Uncle Tian proposed to try it in order to ensure that his friend would not make a mistake after eating it. The corners of Qin Wei's mouth twitched twice, and he still took out a The small bowl gave him a little ride.

"Well, it seems that the color is not bad, and the taste is quite fragrant. The millet porridge can produce a fragrance, not bad." Uncle Tian raised his eyebrows, took a spoonful and put it into his mouth. Almost biting his tongue, he made an exaggerated expression.

Qin Wei saw the change in his expression, it shouldn't be, he can't cook, but he is very confident in medicinal food.

"Is it hard to eat?"

Qin Wei picked up the spoon, took a sip from his bowl and put it into his mouth. It tasted the same as what he made before, and it wasn't bad, but it was so bad that he had a problem with his sense of taste.

Uncle Tian's eyes showed surprise, he ate everything in the bowl, smacked his mouth twice and looked at the thermos, Qin Wei saw him like this, and hugged the thermos in his arms.

"Xiao Wei, I'm giving my uncle a taste. I didn't taste it clearly just now." While saying that, he was going to grab it, Qin Wei blinked and ran to the other side of the table.

"Uncle Tian, ​​this is for my friends. If you really like it, I'll cook it for you some other day." It seems that it's not that the ones made by myself are unpalatable, but that they are so delicious.

"Xiao Wei, you said you don't know how to cook, but your porridge is so delicious. Uncle has never eaten such delicious millet porridge. You don't know. When I took the first bite just now, I almost You bit my tongue, you are an excellent cook." Uncle Tian was really surprised, Xiaowei's millet porridge was so delicious that he bit his tongue.

Qin Wei raised his eyebrows, biting his tongue because it was so delicious, what Uncle Tian said was too exaggerated.

"Uncle, my friend has been waiting for a long time, I have to go back, see you another day."

Qin Wei ran away holding the thermos. He saw Uncle Tian and wanted to catch up. He ran as fast as a rabbit.