Window 2, Seventh Canteen

The school hospital on Saturday was more lively than usual, but there were not many people.

Jiang Wei waited on the stool for a few minutes before being called into the consultation room.

Sitting on the small stool in front of the doctor, he took the initiative to say, "I should have food poisoning."

"Food poisoning? What did you eat?" The doctor covered his mask, but his eyebrows and eyes looked very kind.

"The beef noodles I ate may be meat or something. It's not clean."

"Yeah." The doctor recorded it smoothly, "Where did you eat it? When?"

"In the cafeteria, last night, I played seven or eight times in one night."

"Yeah." The doctor put down his pen, "The one in Seventh Canteen?"

"Yes, you know that?"

"Well, I've eaten it a few times. If it wasn't for the distance, I would eat it every day." The doctor's eyelids moved, and his eyelashes fluttered.

Jiang Wei stared at his eyelashes unconsciously, and said casually: "It's better not to eat, to avoid diarrhea."

The doctor stretched out his hand to press Jiang Wei's abdomen, and pressed it a few times, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

"What about this?" He changed his position again.

Jiang Wei shook his head.

"When was the last time you had diarrhea?" The doctor made another record.

"Six or seven o'clock this morning." Jiang Wei looked at the doctor's eyelashes again, "Anyway, it's just dawn."

"I haven't pulled it all morning, and it doesn't hurt anymore, right?"

"Yep."

"What did you do last night, tell me from beginning to end."

Jiang Wei told the truth, from the time he talked about the ppt to the time he went back to sleep, he was very honest.

The doctor nodded after listening, "You, it's nothing serious, don't eat greasy food for the next two days, drink some porridge, and you'll be fine soon."

Jiang Wei was a little surprised, "Then what kind of medicine should I take?"

The doctor hesitated for a moment, "Well, I'll prescribe some Chinese patent medicine for you, but don't take it yet, just pay attention to diet and keep warm, if you still have diarrhea at night, you can take the medicine again.

"Huh? It's that simple? I pulled it seven or eight times. It should be serious."

"You are catching a cold. Seven or eight times is not too much. It belongs to the self-protection of the stomach. As long as the stomach does not hurt, it is not serious. This season, there are many people who catch cold and have diarrhea, and you are not alone." The doctor said tearing up the written list. Come down and hand it to Jiang Wei, "Go get the medicine,"

Jiang Wei reluctantly accepted the order and stood up hesitantly.

The doctor took off the mask, picked up the water glass, and went to the door to call the next patient.

Jiang Wei hurriedly chased after him, "Doctor, I really think this is serious. I must have eaten something bad. Do you want to have a test? Isn't food poisoning required to be tested?"

"If necessary, I will let you go for a test, and I don't need to wait for you to tell me."

The doctor is not wearing a mask at the moment, and his whole face looks even more kind. He is in his early thirties, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, with a bit of a feminine look. It is easy to think that he is easy to talk to.

At least that's what Jiang Wei thought, "To be on the safe side, I'd better test it."

"You have doubts about my diagnosis?" The doctor raised his eyebrows.

"No, I just think..." Jiang Wei was a little embarrassed.

"You think you know everything, don't you?"

"No, no, am I just for insurance?"

"Children of your age are easy to be self-righteous." The doctor dropped the cup on the table with a "pop".

"I feel like I can do everything and understand everything. The fault is someone else's. Tell me about you. It's winter, and you ride a bike at night. If you don't catch a cold, who will catch a cold? Then eat late, and after eating, you will have a cool breeze and go to bed late. , all kinds of irregularities because of being young, but you can spoil yourself vigorously, hehe, what's wrong with being sick? It's normal to be sick, and it's shit luck if you don't get sick. Just let it go, and put the responsibility on others, If you don’t talk about food poisoning, you don’t believe the doctor’s words, and you have to do some tests, okay, if you don’t believe my diagnosis, you can re-register and have another doctor show you.”

Jiang Wei opened his mouth, unable to answer for a long time.

The doctor looked at him kindly and kindly, how could he speak so aggressively.Thinking of that Han Zilu, he couldn't help suspecting that he had gotten into a fight with a bad temper these two days.

At the first thought of the cook, Jiang Wei's heart skipped a beat.

Oh, I'm going, it's broken, if it's not food poisoning, wouldn't he be wronged?

Thinking of this, Jiang Wei stretched his neck and asked again in a low voice, "Doctor, are you really, really sure it's not food poisoning?"

The doctor didn't even look at him, and said coldly, "Go and register again. The next one, don't be dazed, come here."

Jiang Wei walked out of the ward resentfully, and didn't go to re-register, but he was dubious about the doctor's words.

He returned to the dormitory, ordered a takeaway from Hong Zhuangyuan, and took another nap after eating the porridge, but he didn't sleep well.

Although my stomach was still a little uncomfortable, but I really didn't have diarrhea, and the situation was stable until the evening.During the period, he also read a lot about food poisoning on Baidu, which was indeed different from his own situation.

In my case, I should just catch a cold, just like what the doctor said.

How is it not food poisoning?At this moment, Jiang Wei hoped that she would be even more ill. No matter what, the pain would only hurt for a while, which was better than a lump in her heart.

But now in this situation, what should I do? I misunderstood the cook first, and then offended the doctor.

Leave it like this?I'm sorry for my conscience.

to apologize?It's too embarrassing.

After entanglement and entanglement, it was time for dinner, and Zhao Siyuan broke in through the door.

"Weiwei, let's go! Let's eat noodles in the Seventh Canteen!" After saying that, he dragged Jiang Wei up from the stool, "Yesterday when you said that, I got hungry. Really, I haven't eaten for a while."

"Huh? Eat noodles..."

"Don't you also say it's delicious? Let's go, just stay with me."

Jiang Wei was dragged by Zhao Siyuan all the way into the Seventh Canteen, but after going all the way, he figured it out. Although it was embarrassing, he must apologize if he misunderstood him.

"Fuck, be upright!" Zhao Siyuan pulled Jiang Wei and ran towards the second window, "Hurry up, there are so few people."

Only then did Jiang Wei see that there were only a dozen people lined up in front of him. Looking through the window, only the two little cooks came and went, and Han Zilu could not be seen.

What about people?It won't be because of what happened at noon.

Jiang Wei's heart sank, and Zhao Siyuan was beside him talking about the game, but he didn't listen to a word.

After finally getting to the window, he took a closer look inside, but he didn't find Han Zilu's figure, but he received several meaningful glances.

The two cooks just stared at him when they had nothing to do, which made him even more guilty.

When the face came, he took it and left, Zhao Siyuan still laughed at him from behind for his impatience.But when eating the noodles, Zhao Siyuan was obviously more anxious, he was so hot that he still stuffed the noodles into his mouth, and the bowl of noodles went to the bottom within a few minutes.

After he finished eating, seeing that Jiang Wei had only eaten a small half, he ate the rest for him, which was equivalent to a bowl and a half for one person.

After taking a few breaths, Zhao Siyuan said, "Weiwei, do you also feel that there is something missing in today's face?"

"Ah?" Jiang Wei's heart beat a few beats faster.

"I can't tell you the specifics. Ordinarily, it's still the soup and the meat, but it feels a little different. It doesn't seem to be as delicious as before. What do you think? Your tongue is smarter than mine. Tell me, what's the difference?"

"Ah..." Jiang Wei stared at the bottom of the bowl and frowned.

"Hahaha, forget it, it may be a psychological problem. There are few people queuing up today, so there is no such kind of rarity." Zhao Siyuan got up and stretched, "Let's go."

Jiang Wei turned around and looked at the second window, thinking that he shouldn't be opened just because of such a trivial matter.

He wanted to apologize to Han Zilu in person, but now that he was away, he didn't know how to deal with it for a while. When Zhao Siyuan pulled him back, he followed

Back in the dormitory, Jiang Wei felt regretful, he should have gone to ask the other cooks about the situation anyway.

He didn't sleep well that night, dreaming that he was cold and hungry, and couldn't eat.

Under the condemnation of his conscience, he woke up without an alarm clock the next day, and went straight to the No. [-] canteen early in the morning.

On Sunday morning, there were very few people in the cafeteria, and there was a cook guarding the second window. Jiang Wei recognized that this was the older one.

When the cook saw him coming, his eyes were a little wrong.

"Excuse me, is Han Zilu there?"

Hearing what he said, the cook's eyes became even more wrong.

Jiang Wei hurriedly explained, "Don't get me wrong, I came here this time to apologize! That... Yesterday, I didn't figure it out. I said the diarrhea was because I ate the noodles here, but it wasn't. I'll go and see I went to the doctor, and the doctor said I just caught a cold, so...I'm here to apologize to Han Zilu, I really did something wrong with this matter, and I will try my best to make it up. "

The cook's expression slowly changed with Jiang Wei's words, from nervous to relaxed to angry.

"You boy!" he said, "why don't you find out first? It's... really."

"It's my fault, master. You see, I also sincerely apologize. What about Han Zilu and others?"

"Xiao Han, I didn't come today." The cook had a regretful expression.

Jiang Wei felt that something was wrong, "I heard that he went to talk to the manager yesterday, that, can you please help me to explain it to the manager, this is a misunderstanding, there is no problem with your meeting, and I came late yesterday Yes, Han Zilu even worked overtime to cook noodles for me, he is really a responsible chef."

"Hey..." The cook patted his thigh, "Isn't it, it's not easy for Xiao Han."

"That?"

"Look at this classmate, our manager, you explain it yourself. I speak from the heart, and your words are definitely more effective than my retelling. To tell you the truth, our manager..." The cook spread his hands as he spoke. , "You understand? So you say it is more appropriate."

"Okay, okay, I should explain what I caused. Is your manager here now?"

"Hey, it's Sunday, that's a possibility...how about you come back at noon? He will be here almost at noon."

Jiang Wei hesitated for a moment, "What about Han Zilu? Can you tell me what's going on with him now?"

"This...Xiao Han wasn't there yesterday afternoon, and he didn't come here today. I also want to know what's going on, but our manager...I asked a question yesterday, but he blamed me for the fault One meal, so..." The cook spread his hands again.

The more Jiang Wei listened, the more he felt uneasy, and thought for a while, "How about it, master, do you have the manager's phone number? I'll call him first, and if I can't tell you clearly, I'll come back at noon. What do you think?"

"Telephone, yes, yes..."

"Don't worry, I will never say that you gave it to me."

"OK then!"

As soon as he got the call, Jiang Wei found a table and sat down. After making four or five phone calls, he finally started a tug-of-war with the manager for more than half an hour.

After the phone call, Jiang Wei was sweating profusely, and only then did he understand how difficult this manager is.

That unreasonable energy is ten times stronger than that of the dean of his middle school.

But anyway, the problem is clear.

Although the other party was angry with him, but knowing the reason, he would not embarrass his employees anymore.

Jiang Wei finally breathed a sigh of relief and walked back to the window.

The cook asked, "How is it?"

Jiang Wei made an ok gesture, "I've made it clear, now I'm left to apologize to Han Zilu, why don't you give me his phone number too?"

"I'm sorry, I don't have Xiaohan's cell phone number."

"Ah? Oh..." Jiang Wei glanced at the noodle pot in the window, suddenly remembered Zhao Siyuan's words yesterday, and asked, "Master, is your beef noodles the same as when Han Zilu was here?"

"It's about the same, at least the ingredients are almost the same, but we will stick to it for two days. If Xiao Han doesn't come back, when these ready-made materials are used up, we won't be able to make the same one. I won't be afraid of your jokes if you say it. We, work hard It's really not as good as Xiao Han, who can't learn even if he wants to."

"Well, that's fine. I'll call back first. This is my phone number. If Han Zilu comes back, please send me a message, and I'll apologize to him."

"no problem."

"Oh yes, what's the name?"

"Haha, call me Uncle Wang."

"Well, master Wang, remember to send me a text message then."

Jiang Wei received this text message at two o'clock in the afternoon.

From an unfamiliar number, only four words were sent - the person is back.

Jiang Wei reacted for half a minute before recalling, "That's great!" He slapped his thigh, ignoring the heat of the game, put on his clothes and ran to the Seventh Canteen.

He slammed on the brakes at the second window, stopped, looked around and asked, "Where is the person? Isn't he back? Where is the person?"

"I'm back." Master Wang smiled at Jiang Wei, "However, I'm in the manager's office right now."

"Ah..." Jiang Wei's expression changed upon hearing the word manager.

Master Wang comforted: "It's okay, it's okay, didn't you explain it clearly, Xiao Han hasn't come all day, and he came back suddenly, the manager must have asked him to come back, everyone is back, so there is nothing wrong with it." What a big deal."

"Okay, then I'll wait here."

"All right, then sit down for a while, I still have work to do, so I'll be busy first."

At this time, it was already past the meal time, and all the windows were being cleaned up, so Jiang Wei couldn't stand there, so he found a nearby table and sat down.

At the same time, in the manager's office, Zhang Jian's expression was very smug.

He looked at Han Zilu, the beauty in his heart was more satisfying than winning the lottery.

After looking at it like this for more than ten minutes, I finally opened my mouth when I was satisfied.

"Xiao Han, you are looking for me now, are you going to submit your resignation letter?"