Chapter 49. The Stubborn Old Man in the Ward
It’s not a wasted talk, everyone has to show some ability, this is called supporting the younger generation.

"Xiao Sui, your Polyporus is still fresh and has not been processed. It is well made. This quality Polyporus cannot be dried and sliced ​​casually, otherwise it will be wasted. Let me tell you, this kind of Polyporus must be soaked in running water overnight, and then steamed with hemp leaves for a day. The hemp leaves must be produced in Central and South China. Those in North China and Northeast China are not suitable... Oh, you can't control it, let me help you."

A doctor took the preparation job away.

This old doctor has some unique skills. The preparation method he mentioned is a pure ancient method, which is different from the one used in current medicine factories. It is hard to say which one is more effective, but this ancient method is definitely full of ritual sense.

"Xiao Sui, are you still planning to send medicine to the countryside? Oh, it's the master's request. Okay, I'll say hello to the dean first, and then you can submit the application. It's a piece of cake." This person is an old veteran and has a say with the dean.

One, two, three, four.

With a snap, all of Sui Wa's work was divided up.

The crowd dispersed, the tables were empty, and only Sui Wa was left sitting there with a dazed look on his face.

What? Isn't it said that only 30% of men over have prostate problems? It seems that the data is not accurate.

Judging from the current situation in the office, nine out of ten people over the age of 50 have prostate problems.

Is the prostate so important?
He is still young and cannot understand it.

I also recalled how the director saw the purchase price of 380 and took it away without asking any questions and helped write the report.

Sui Wa slapped his thigh and regretted his decision. He lacked experience and suggested a price that was too low for Luo Yihang.

……

Just when the old doctors in the doctor's office volunteered to work overtime for the prostate.

But they didn't know that the hospital wards, kitchen and logistics were already in chaos.

An employee from the hospital's logistics department suddenly opened the door of his office and shouted, panting, "Doctor Sui, the tomatoes in the kitchen this morning were given by you, right? Come with me, there's a commotion in the ward."

"Ah?" Sui Wa stood up suddenly, shuddered, and asked anxiously: "I sent it, what's wrong? Did the patient get sick?"

He is really panicked now!
In the morning, in addition to sending the samples to the laboratory, Sui Wa also went to the hospital cafeteria and left a bag of tomatoes.

I brought back the most tomatoes from Luo Yihang yesterday, so I don’t feel bad about giving some away.

He remembered to expand sales channels.

What's the point of sales channels? Nothing is more convenient than purchasing from the company.

The canteen manager didn't say anything when he received the tomatoes.

There are so many employees in the hospital, and the local area is a major agricultural city. Who doesn’t have relatives in the countryside?

You never know if a relative will give you too much food and you can’t finish it, so you have to send it to the canteen to avoid wasting it.

Some of the dishes used in the hospital cafeteria every day are delivered by fixed distributors, and some have to be bought at the market.

It just so happened that there was a lack of soup today, so the canteen manager sent the tomatoes to the chef, who made tomato and egg soup, which was then distributed to the meals in the general wards.

The meals in the hospital's ICU ward, intensive care unit, and maternity ward are special. They all use ingredients delivered by specially contracted suppliers, and the meals are specially designed by doctors from the clinical nutrition department.

There are no such requirements for ordinary wards, as long as they are fresh and clean.

According to the ward's schedule, nutritious meals were delivered to the ward at 11 o'clock in the morning.

Among them was Lao Geng, the patient in bed three in ward 401 of the hepatobiliary, pancreatic and spleen surgery department on the fourth floor.

Lao Geng is in his sixties. He underwent a gallstone surgery in the hospital two days ago and needs to stay in the hospital for five days. Today is the third day.

Lao Geng has a characteristic, that is, he is stubborn and prone to temper tantrums.

Just now, he had a quarrel with his daughter who was accompanying him over lunch.

"I don't want to eat it, I don't want to eat it. I want to eat noodles splashed with oil, with chili peppers, and two spoonfuls of chili peppers." Lao Geng pushed away the rice that his daughter handed to his mouth, turned his head and insisted on eating noodles splashed with oil.

His daughter advised earnestly, "Dad, you just had surgery, you can't eat noodles with oil. The doctor said you should eat light food. You can eat whatever you want after you are discharged from the hospital. Try these winter melon meatballs. You ordered them yesterday. Look how big these meatballs are. They are so delicious."

After saying this, Lao Geng's daughter felt guilty.

The meals provided by the municipal hospital are quite good. Today at noon, Lao Geng was given a bowl of rice, a meat dish of winter melon meatballs, a vegetable dish of stir-fried rapeseed, and a serving of tomato egg drop soup.

You order your own staple food and meat dishes, while the soups and vegetarian dishes are provided by the hospital.

There are both meat and vegetables, so the nutrition is definitely enough. But as we all know, the hospital meals are not delicious.

Lack of oil, little salt, and no seasoning. No matter what is cooked, it tastes terrible.

Lao Geng usually likes to eat strong flavors. The oilier and spicier the food, the better he likes it. He has suffered a lot during these days in the hospital.

I feel annoyed when I see this white and tasteless hospital meal.

But I have to eat it.

Old Geng's daughter tried to persuade him earnestly, and the patient in the next bed also helped to persuade him.

"Uncle Geng, just try it. The hospital chef has done an exceptional job today. The soup is pretty good."

The patient in the next bed is only in his thirties, young and able to take care of himself. He is supposed to be discharged from the hospital tomorrow morning, and now he looks fine.

Now pour the soup on the rice, pick up the spoon and eat a mouthful of vegetable and rice, slurping it up and enjoying it.

It was fine if his daughter persuaded him, but the stranger in the next bed also persuaded him. Old Geng felt a little embarrassed, so he gave in and said, "Then try some soup first."

"Hey!" Old Geng's daughter responded loudly, opened the plastic box of soup, scooped a spoonful of tomato and egg drop soup with a small spoon, and handed it to her old father's mouth.

Lao Geng opened his mouth and drank it, smacking his lips. It felt pretty good.

"Another spoonful."

"Hey." The daughter scooped another spoonful.

This time, Lao Geng not only drank it, but also took the initiative to reach out to take the bowl of soup.

As a girl, she knew what her father meant. Seeing that Lao Geng liked the soup, she quickly withdrew it from him.

"Dad, don't just drink the soup, have some rice." He put down the soup bowl, scooped a full spoonful of rice and handed it to Lao Geng's mouth.

Old Geng closed his mouth and refused to eat, so his daughter could only continue to persuade him, "Eat some rice, eat some rice and then drink some soup."

Lao Geng opened his mouth and ate.

"Hey, Dad, you're awesome. Eat another bite of the food, and it will be smoother."

In order to have a sip of soup, Lao Geng had no choice but to eat the vegetables again.

As the saying goes, old children and young children.

Old Geng's daughter was coaxing her own child like that.

With a mouthful of rice, a mouthful of vegetables and a sip of soup, she coaxed her old father to finish the nutritious meal at noon.

Today's battle is half done.

After cleaning up the tableware and garbage, Lao Geng's daughter helped the old man lie down and opened the conversation box for him to listen to storytelling.

Wait until the old man is settled.

Only then did he have time to wipe the sweat from his forehead and take a breath.

Caring for patients is both tiring and stressful.

People with good tempers will get upset and mad when they are hospitalized, not to mention that they are stubborn to begin with.

Just serving three meals a day can make your hair turn gray with worry.

Fortunately, I will be discharged from the hospital in two and a half days. It’s finally over.

If only the chef could perform better than he already did in the evening, the meal would have been a little better.

Old Geng's daughter was daydreaming until five o'clock in the afternoon when dinner was served.

As a result...as a result...the soup we had at noon was gone.

　I'm recommending it today. It's my first time. I'm so nervous.

(End of this chapter)