Chapter 222 Delivering Medicine
In the kitchen, Xu Qing didn't even know when the old man left. He was completely immersed in his own world, and nothing in the outside world could affect him.

After making up his mind to do his best, Xu Qing left no excuses or room for himself.

Fear still accompanies him, doubt still lingers in his heart, and distrust of his own abilities has never gone away.

These are things that cannot be defeated by the extraordinary five senses.

His extraordinary five senses once gave him the illusion of being like a god, but at this moment, facing the crisis of life and death, facing the fear and doubt in his heart, he turned back into an ordinary person.

Weak, fragile, timid, often afraid, always in pain, and occasionally laughing.

But it was also because of this that Xu Qing noticed true courage.

That is something that only weak and fragile people can possess.

Real courage is the courage to move forward despite the pain.

There are always some things that cannot be lost, no matter how much pain you experience, you can't let go.

Since you can't let go, just hold it tightly and keep going.

The way Xu Qing continues to move forward is to exert all his strength, think and feel with all his might, and find the most extreme path.

This recipe brings out the chef's abilities to the fullest, but it is that chef's ability, not Xu Qing's ability, nor is it the ability for this dish.

The extraordinary five senses kept reminding Xu Qing, constantly pointing out the mistakes and omissions, and suggesting ways to improve him.

Xu Qing has always felt that his overly sensitive five senses are annoying and he always keeps chattering.

But at this moment, he was immersed in this chattering, immersing himself in the experience of his five senses, constantly modifying and reshaping the recipe in his mind.

At the beginning, Xu Qing would discuss every modification with the old man, ask for his opinion, inquire about the combination of pharmacology and materials, and then modify the experiments one by one in his mind.

Gradually, Xu Qing stopped asking questions. The many medicinal herbs were analyzed by the five senses and automatically combined into various combinations.

Xu Qing chose the most suitable one according to the recipe author's ideas.

In the constant experimentation and repetition, in the process of doing his utmost to pursue perfection, Xu Qing's heart and that of the chef gradually overlapped. He even subconsciously understood why certain ingredients or herbs needed special treatment while others did not. It was as if the chef was right beside him, guiding him, and discussing and pursuing the perfection of the dishes with him.

Xu Qing realized that heart-to-heart communication is not only between chefs and diners, but also between chefs.

Each other's thoughts, consciousness, perceptions, and even life experiences are condensed in these dishes.

Every time I cook, I create sparks with the ideas of my predecessors.

Xu Qing seemed to see many more figures on this road called culinary arts.

Not just the chefs he's met, not just the current chefs, but the chefs of the past.

This long road that stretches from the endlessly distant past is filled with chefs.

And ahead of this road, there are also countless shadowy figures.

It is the chefs of the future who are embarking on this path, just like those in the past, and moving forward with difficulty.

Xu Qing sometimes fears that he is walking too fast, so that one day, there will be no one left to walk with him.

But at this moment he realized, how could there be no companions?
As long as he keeps on this path, he will never lack companions.

The sparks of thought of countless people throughout the ages are between the stove and the fire, and in each dish.

Xu Qing's heart gradually became calm, and his thoughts and extraordinary five senses were more deeply integrated.

In the past, his extraordinary five senses always guided him, but at this moment, his heart took the lead.

He is consciously guiding his five senses, directing them toward the goal he needs.

The unprecedented deep fusion of mind and senses makes everything around seem unreal and distant.

Slowly, fear, doubt, and lack of confidence also left him.

The only thought left is to reach perfection in cooking.

This has always been Xu Qing’s goal, but now there is something more.

That was the true courage and faith he found after overcoming fear, confusion, pain, and doubt.

It is a heart that never gives up, a heart that faces fear head-on.

Guided by such a heart, Xu Qing went deeper.

Later, he didn't even realize what he was doing with his hands. He just kept moving towards the ultimate in his mind. The moment the flame of the stove went out, Xu Qing came back to his senses.

He looked at the prepared dishes on the table, his heart surprisingly calm.

Xu Qing once thought that he would not be able to accept his failure.

But when the moment came for the dish to come out of the pot, he no longer cared about success or failure.

He has done everything he could and has no regrets.

No matter what the final outcome is, he can accept it calmly.

This is what the old doctor meant by doing your best and having a clear conscience.

Xu Qing walked out of the kitchen carrying the dishes and said to Jiang Long who was waiting anxiously, "Master Jiang, the medicinal food is ready."

"Okay, okay, please follow me."

Jiang Long said repeatedly, taking Xu Qing to the bedroom.

The rest of the people looked at each other, and couldn't help but follow them closely out of curiosity.

In the bedroom, several doctors were guarding the imperial envoy, paying close attention to his physical changes.

But at this point, to be honest, they all knew in their hearts that their role was no longer significant. At most, they could only maintain the situation for a little while longer, but they could not change the outcome.

The room was dead silent. The patient lay on the couch, breathing weakly, his life slipping away every second.

At this time, Jiang Long suddenly pushed open the door and walked in, saying, "The medicinal food is ready!"

However, this exciting news did not make the doctors happy.

"Is that the legendary medicinal meal?"

The doctors looked at the casserole in Xu Qing's hand curiously, but sighed and shook their heads.

Jiang Long's heart sank suddenly, "What?"

A doctor said: "Master Jiang, the imperial envoy can't even swallow water now. Even if we prepare the medicinal food, I'm afraid it will be..."

He didn't finish, but his meaning was clear.

If you are this sick and can’t even drink water, what’s the use of any powerful medicine?

Jiang Long's body shook, and his vision suddenly went dark with stars in his eyes.

What has been supporting him all along is this medicinal food, which is the last straw in his heart.

He was always hoping in his heart, hoping for the slightest possibility, hoping that God would have eyes and save the imperial envoy's life.

After finally preparing the medicinal food, they said it was useless.

How could he accept this?

"Sir Jiang, please accept my condolences."

The doctors sighed and said.

Jiang Long's face was pale, as if all his energy had been drained away, leaving only a walking corpse.

The people behind him also sighed inwardly.

Unexpectedly, in the end, I still couldn’t save anyone.

At this time, Xu Qing said, "Master Jiang, please let me give it a try."

Jiang Long's eyes suddenly lit up and he stared at Xu Qing.

Xu Qing didn't say anything more. He just carried the casserole to the imperial envoy and gently opened the lid.

Suddenly, an indescribable wonderful fragrance wafted out.

As soon as the fragrance appeared, everyone swallowed subconsciously without even knowing what it was.

The sound of swallowing saliva was surprisingly consistent, echoing clearly in the room.

At this moment, Jiang Long keenly noticed that the imperial envoy who was unconscious on the bed also had a rolling throat and swallowed his saliva unconsciously.

(End of this chapter)