The gourmet boss who was delayed by the end of the world

This bluffing sentence brought Chen Yuan, who was quite dead, to life in an instant. He opened his eyelids with great effort, trying to see which old thing who had suffered a thousand knives was arranging him. Hands covered his forehead.

"This temperature is not enough for the first stage of symptoms, but it can burn him through."

There seemed to be a bit of joy in Jing Pian'er's words, which made Xiao Chen, the patient, even more angry.

He turned his head and saw an old man with silver hair sitting beside the bed, taking something out of the bag. When their eyes met, the old man narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Are you awake? Just right, come and drink the medicine gone."

As he said that, the old man handed a brown glass bottle in front of Chen Yuan, and a familiar smell that made his scalp tingle came out leisurely from the mouth of the small bottle, causing Chen Yuan on the bed to pretend to be dead immediately.

"This, what is this!"

Chen Yuan frowned, and desperately shrank into the bed, even if his mind was burnt to a paste now, he would never forget this evil smell!

Sure enough, the old man shook the glass bottle and replied loudly: "Huoxiang Zhengqi Water! I made it myself, and I have been looking for it for a long time just for Cang Zhu. Just after making it today, you caught a cold, so it's time to try the medicine!" "

"I don't!" Chen Yuan shook his head like a rattle in horror. He used to drink this stuff and spit it out once, and the psychological shadow was so big that he couldn't figure out the size.

However, two fists are no match for four hands. When the old man gave an order, the idiot Badam also booed, stretched out his hand to hold Chen Yuan's shoulder, and said repeatedly: "Brother, you are Moban, this is the best in our city!" It's the doctor, you listen to him, drink the medicine and you'll be fine!"

"Listen to your sister..."

Xiao Chen, who was stubbornly resisting, was grabbed by the old man's chin, and his thumb and middle finger firmly clasped somewhere on his cheek. Suddenly, a strong soreness rushed to his head. Chen Yuan almost opened his mouth with tears in his eyes, and was poured into it. Fill a bottle of potion.

"vomit--"

Chen Yuan immediately pushed the two of them away, lying on the bed and retching for a while, but the old man was so skilled, he tossed and tossed for a long time, and couldn't spit out a drop of the medicine that was poured in, and he was sweating all over himself.

The old man sat on the side and looked at Chen Yuan coldly, he laughed and said: "I even took your two acupoints, the acupuncture point and the cheek car, so you can save yourself!"

Chen Yuan almost couldn't get up in one breath, he fell back on the bed, holding back his mouth full of spicy, pointed to the old man and asked Badam, "Who is this? Where did he come from? Do you want to kill me?"

"This is Dr. Guo. I specially asked him to see you."

Badanmu quickly handed Chen Yuan a glass of water, and looked at Mr. Guo solemnly: "Doctor, is he really fine? Isn't it an infection?"

Mr. Guo shook his head, and raised his chin at Chen Yuan: "Look, you can still talk. How does my medicine taste? I also put half a catty of rock sugar in it when it was boiled. You are lucky."

"What a blessing!"

Chen Yuan's tongue was numb from the heat, and he roared with a smoldering throat: "I just have a cold and a fever, just lie down for two days and I'll be fine. If you don't like it, give me a fever-reducing pill." Medicine is fine, why make me drink this!"

"Fever reducer?"

Mr. Guo snorted, stood up, put his hands behind his back, and looked Chen Yuan up and down, "Colds are self-healing, what kind of medicine do you use! If you just brought Huoxiang Perfume, you wouldn't even be able to drink this!"

"I don't want to drink at all!"

Chen Yuan was so angry that his seven orifices were smoking, and his throat and stomach were burning and uncomfortable.

Badanmu saw that the two of them were in conflict, so he hurriedly invited Mr. Guo out: "Doctor, come, I will send you back to cut. My brother is sick and has a bad temper, so don't worry about it."

"The temper is a bit explosive,"

Mr. Guo nodded, his eyes still circled Chen Yuan, "I finally saw him sober today. He looks good. No wonder we like K. Boy, come to the medical team to find me if the fever doesn't subside within 8 hours. Then Huo Xiang seems to have grown hair, but maybe I was wrong... Anyway, come here tomorrow if you don't feel well, do you hear me?"

He turned his head to emphasize the last sentence, and the two walked out of the dormitory while talking, leaving only the sickly Xiao Chen lingering on the bed alone.

Fuck, long-haired Chinese medicine is given to patients. Do doctors in the last days have medical ethics?

Moreover, Laozi is not K's good friend, Laozi and K are innocent, and the sun and the moon can learn from each other...

Before Chen Yuan fell into the next round of high fever, he protested weakly.

Why do people here always love him with the K group CP?

He is a man. Although he is good-looking, he can't have children. Why marry him? Let him enjoy it at home?

Chen Yuan was thinking about this question in a daze, his mind was full of K's shadow, blurred under the lights, dazzling in the sun, that kid was really handsome, he looked good with a cold face, and he looked even better when he smiled, he focused on firing rockets The appearance is so handsome that it can make people scream.

Such a good-looking child must have never been beaten or scolded by his elders.

It can be seen that everyone in this city likes K very much. Only a child who has been nurtured by love since childhood has such an arrogance of being pampered and proud, as if he was born to live under the spotlight and look down on the public.

Chen Yuan thought of K's drooping corners of his mouth when he was unhappy, and his heart felt inexplicably weak. He touched the chapped corners of his mouth while he was half asleep and half awake.

very cute.

It is like a cream cube just out of the pan, a soft core like a puff, and a crispy caramel on the surface of a pudding.

In short, it is a soft and sweet milk dumpling.

Chen Yuan thought happily, there were many three-headed Q version of Little K in front of him, a pair of eyes took up half of the face, so cute that it was bubbling.

He couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear laughing at those milky K's, and there was a hoo hoo sound in his throat, which touched his swollen tonsils and woke him up in pain.

The familiar mottled ceiling, moonlight in the room, and a few traces of traditional Chinese medicine smell in the air.

There was a sound of splashing water in his ears, and Ba Danmu wrung out the towel, and put it on Chen Yuan's forehead again.

"The fever hasn't subsided yet, so I can only go tomorrow...ah, did I wake you up?"

Through the moonlight, Badam saw Chen Yuan's slightly opened eyes, lowered his voice apologetically, and stared at him worriedly: "Is it dark and uncomfortable? I heard you moaning, and Dr. Guo said it's okay to be young." Cool down."

Chen Yuan shook his head, feeling that the breath he exhaled was burning his skin, "Thank you. What time is it, are you still awake?"

"It's so late, I fell asleep at first, but when I heard movement from your side, I got up again to look at you."

Badamu sat on the head of Chen Yuan's bed, and heaved a long sigh after a long time.

The bearded man's unusual silence tonight distracted Chen Yuan from the chaos, moved his eyes, and looked at him: "Don't worry, I won't die. Just take me to get a fever-reducing injection tomorrow."

Badamu was startled, and squeezed out a wry smile: "Well, I know you must be fine. Tomorrow, tomorrow I will take you to the medical team."

There was a tremor at the end of his words, as if he was afraid of something, and after a while, he added softly: "My sister died there, I, we are all afraid of sending people in..."

Almond has a sister?

Chen Yuan was also stunned. He had never thought about the life experience and origin of this bearded roommate. It's not that he didn't care, but in this last world, everyone's life experience is full of blood and tears. Knowing too much will overwhelm him of.

After a while, Chen Yuan said hoarsely, "What's your sister's name?"

"Huh? Oh, her name is Pecan, and she looks black, beautiful and gentle."

Almond, pecan.

Chen Yuan smiled silently, and fell asleep again: "It's the same as your name, it's a good name."

You two were probably born in Xinjiang.

A good place in Xinjiang, a good pasture in the north and south of the Tianshan Mountains, grapes, cantaloupe, pilaf, roasted naan, kebabs...

Especially for the kebabs, Chen Yuan has seen the authentic Xinjiang method: dig a long canal on the ground, spread the kebabs as long as the arms on the ground, sprinkle a handful of salt and cumin under the geothermal heat of the Flame Mountain, and eat Add some chili noodles when eating, the sheep that grew up on Xinjiang grass have no smell of mutton, except for freshness!

Facing the kebabs all over the place, Chen Yuan slammed into sweat, the mutton was delicious, but it was too hot!Why did you choose to eat this in Huoyanshan?

Chen Yuan was a little puzzled, but when he looked up, he saw K standing beside him with an expectant expression, staring intently at the mutton skewers on the ground.

"You're here, hurry up and get started!"

Chen Yuan warmly greeted him, picked out two skewers that were fat and thin, and handed them to him: "Try it, such authentic mutton skewers are rare!"

K's eyes flickered, and he stretched out his hand to grab Chen Yuan's wrist without picking up the mutton skewers.

"Why are you so hot?"

K frowned immediately, and pulled Chen Yuan to leave. Chen Yuan was reluctant to part with those mutton skewers, and groaned to break free: "This is the Flame Mountain, of course it's hot! Don't leave, I haven't eaten the mutton skewers yet." It's over! Believe me, there is no better mutton skewer in the world than this!"

Hearing this, K suddenly stopped, turned around, stared into Chen Yuan's eyes, and said firmly: "I have always believed in you."

Chen Yuan had never seen such a serious K before, he was taken aback for a while, and answered unconsciously: "Trust, just trust me, I won't mess up..."

"Chen Yuan."

A long-lost familiar voice came from behind, Chen Yuan froze, and turned his head slowly——

Chen Yuan's father stared at him coldly with several thick books, and said in a dignified tone, "Have you finished reading Zuo Zhuan? Memorize all chapters of 'Zhao Gong'."

Chen Yuan shuddered reflexively, took a few breaths, and rummaged in a pot of porridge-like brain: "Yuan, the first year of the first year, the spring king, the first month, the Duke ascended the throne. Uncle, Uncle Sun Bao will Jin Zhao Wu, Chu Gongziwei..."

"Why are there knots?"

Father Chen frowned, and said in a stern tone, "Didn't you read it carefully? Don't eat dinner, go back to the study!"

Suddenly, a familiar burning sensation came from his chest. Chen Yuan swallowed desperately, trying to stop the backflow of stomach acid, but all was in vain. Straight to the throat.

Chen Yuan turned over and sat up abruptly, and spat it out in a gulp.

"Huh!"

A figure flashed out of sight, Tianmu retreated a few steps, and shouted loudly, "Doctor——Chen Yuan vomited!"

Chen Yuan turned around in a daze, and found that he was no longer lying in the dormitory. Looking at the iron beds and furnishings around him, he should have come to the medical team.

"Spit it up, he has a bacterial cold, and the reaction will definitely be bigger."

Mr. Guo, wearing a mask, walked in from the door, walked around to Chen Yuan's bedside, reached out to check the temperature on his forehead, and waved to the nurse behind him: "The temperature has dropped, hurry up, stop the glucose."

The nurse immediately stepped forward, turned off the drip in a hurry, and withdrew the needle on the back of Chen Yuan's hand.Chen Yuan moved his wrists and saw that he had pinholes in both hands. He probably had blood drawn while he was asleep.

He leaned against the head of the bed, and apologized in a low voice to the nurse who came to clean up the dirt. When he opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was completely hoarse, and his body was limp and powerless. Now, why am I still feeling uncomfortable? Is the dose of medicine not enough?"

Guo Lao was taking Chen Yuan's temperature with an ear thermometer, and raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "Medicine? With your index, how could I waste antibiotics on you? I just gave you some glucose to replenish water and physically cool down. Young man, let’s fight for ourselves and defeat the bacteria as soon as possible!”

Chen Yuan rolled his eyes, venting more gas than venting in: "How can I live up to... You might as well not hang on to me with glucose, just watch me wait to die."

"You think I'm willing! 37.5, isn't this already lowered?"

Mr. Guo glanced at Chen Yuan. Behind half of his face covered by the mask, his eyes looked extraordinarily sharp. When he looked at people, he remained motionless, like an old wolf staring at its prey.

"If K hadn't been arguing desperately to reduce your fever, I wouldn't bother to care about you."

The author has something to say: please take a leave of absence tomorrow, v will be in a few chapters, I have to save the manuscript, the plot before v is very important, so stay tuned.

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