Black Lotus is reborn. Hush! Just lie down and be quiet.

"Oh... God..."

The Duke of Astor suddenly screamed, his expression extremely painful, and he fell to the ground, pressing his hands tightly on his stomach.

The housekeeper rushed over to hold him and asked the servant to hold the spittoon.

"vomit……"

Duke Astor spat out large chunks of black blood, the smell was foul. Xia Qingqing retreated to the door, where there was wind and the smell was fresher.

Andrew and Zhou Cheng were not afraid of the stench. They surrounded Duke Astor and, without blinking, wrote down the Duke's reaction.

After vomiting for more than ten minutes, the Duke of Astor's face was paler than a dead person. The butler even wondered if he would vomit to death.

First he vomited black blood, then food, and finally bile. The Duke of Astor vomited out everything in his stomach. The stomach acid irritated his throat, causing a burning sensation.

In the end, he had nothing left to vomit, and he leaned weakly against the housekeeper, becoming a wilted old man.

"Give him this to eat."

Xia Qingqing walked over and handed the housekeeper a pill.

The butler stuffed the pill into the Duke's mouth, and the pill turned into a warm stream in his mouth, moistening the oral walls and tongue, and then flowed down his throat.

The places burned by stomach acid became extremely comfortable after being moistened by the medicine. Duke Astor felt like he was resurrected from the dead, and he hummed strangely in comfort.

Andrew and Zhou Cheng's expressions became strange. They couldn't help but turned around and laughed.

The butler was also enduring a lot of hardship, but he couldn't laugh because his year-end bonus was still in the hands of the master.

"Hel me up."

The Duke of Astor's voice was hoarse, and his condition was much better than when he vomited.

The butler helped him to stand up, and Duke Astor took a few steps. He felt a very wonderful feeling in his body, as if several huge rocks had been moved. His body became very light. If he were given a pair of wings, he could take off on the spot.

"Is he as light as a swallow?" Xia Qingqing asked.

Zhou Cheng translated it for her.

"Yes, yes, I can fly."

Duke Astor nodded vigorously. He hadn't felt so light in a long time.

Before he fell ill, he liked various sports such as fencing, horse riding, and golf. He was light and had quick reactions, and was a well-known athlete in the aristocratic circle.

But after he fell ill, his body became heavier day by day, as if he was carrying a mountain on his back, and his reactions became slow. Only then did he understand why his grandfather and father said that their bodies were becoming heavier before they died.

Xia Qingqing smiled and said, "There is still half a chicken in the refrigerator. You can eat it after ten days. Don't make decisions on your own, otherwise I will not be responsible if something goes wrong."

"No, I'll listen to Dr. Xia."

Duke Astor now trusts Xia Qingqing immensely and is extremely obedient.

"During this period, you must strictly follow my menu when eating. You are not allowed to eat anything other than what is on the menu."

Xia Qingqing took out a menu, which was for a week, with five meals a day, including fruits, vegetables, whole grains, meat and eggs. She gave the menu to the chef.

"Eat five meals a day, quit smoking, drinking and coffee, and follow my rules for sleeping and eating. This menu must be prepared by Chinese chefs. Chefs from your country cannot prepare it well."

Xia Qingqing repeatedly emphasized that she was using medicine and food treatment, and every meal she ate had to be strictly controlled, which was very beneficial to her body's recovery.

Duke Astor listened carefully. Since his life was at stake, he would definitely not act recklessly.

"Hire another Chinese chef and have them take turns cooking. Increase their salary threefold."

There was only one Chinese chef in the house, and Duke Astor was afraid that he could not handle it, so he asked the butler to hire another chef to ensure that he could eat on time.

The chef next to him was secretly happy, Miss Xia was really his benefactor!

Duke Astor looked tired, so Xia Qingqing asked him to go and rest, and he went obediently.

Andrew and Zhou Cheng are going back to the hospital. They have gained a lot today, enough for them to study for a long time.

"Ms. Xia, thank you for allowing us to observe. Don't worry, we won't tell anyone."

Andrew promised not to reveal the treatment method.

"It's okay to tell anyone, but this method is very dangerous. I use poisons that are deadly enough, and the dosage of each poison must be very precise. And the most important thing is that I am the only one who knows how to use the golden needles. That's the key. You won't be able to learn it even if you see it."

There is one more thing she didn't say, that what really saved her life was the spiritual spring.

She is the only one in the world who possesses the spiritual spring.

Therefore, only she can use this treatment method.

Andrew smiled and said, "Although we can't learn it, Miss Xia's treatment method has pointed out a direction for conquering cancer. If we study in this direction, we will definitely succeed. Maybe in a few decades, cancer will become a common disease and no longer a terminal illness!"

"Of course, mankind is always moving forward."

Xia Qingqing also smiled. She had a very good impression of Andrew, who was a broad-minded and compassionate doctor.

Andrew and Zhou Cheng returned to the hospital, and Xia Qingqing also wanted to go home to rest, but was stopped by the chef at the gate.

"Miss Xia, sorry to bother you. My name is Li Fugui."

The chef rubbed his hands nervously with an awkward smile on his face. It was obvious that he mustered up a lot of courage to stop the people.

"What's up?"

Xia Qingqing asked politely.

"My family runs a restaurant, but it's not big and business is not good. We can't even make enough money to rent the restaurant. We closed it last month. I was lucky enough to be hired as a chef by a foreigner. The salary he offered is more than what I made when I ran the restaurant before."

Li Fugui spoke in a long-winded manner, mumbling for a long time but never getting to the point.

Xia Qingqing listened patiently without interrupting him.

"Ms. Xia, although I failed in opening a restaurant, I am not a failed chef. Really, my cooking is delicious. I can't make money because I refuse to use cheap ingredients. I only buy good ingredients. I can't compete with others on price, but I don't regret it. Although I can make money using those cheap ingredients, I feel guilty about making this kind of money. It will damage my virtue."

"You are a good comrade."

Xia Qingqing praised him sincerely, saying that Li Fugui was indeed a good comrade, but not a qualified businessman.

People who do business cannot be too conscientious, otherwise they will definitely not make any money.

Li Fugui chuckled and said embarrassedly, "I just can't get over the hurdle in my heart. I can't make money against my conscience. Miss Xia, I have made so many soups, but none of them are as delicious as your chicken soup. Only Buddha Jumps Over the Wall can compare. I just want to ask, can this chicken soup be improved to be drinkable by ordinary people?"

“Do you still want to open a restaurant?”

Xia Qingqing asked back.

"Yes, my ancestors ran a restaurant, and I can't let it go bankrupt. These days I have been reflecting on why I failed. After a month of reflection, I finally figured it out."

"What have you figured out?"

Xia Qingqing became interested.